Sororities: Sigma Epsilon Xi: Monday Afternoon

Samantha closed her eyes as she entered her room, leaning backward against her door with a tired sigh. The armful of books she held were clutched to her chest while she recovered her stamina. Her mind flashed back to the night before, the ordeal at the Sorority House, and the final walk home, the tight polo shirt pressing the painful clamps deep into her flesh.

She moved to the bed and dumped the pile of philosophy books on the spread and reached under her pillow. There was a slight tinkling as the two clamps, bound together with the chain, came out in her soft fingers. All day Sam had thought about the clamps, the delicious pinching, the overpowering urge of sexual gratification, and so many thoughts of Kristen. Sam shook her head remembering the intensity of her orgasm as she showered after getting back late last night, the steel clamps still locked to each nipple.

Sam didn't need to look at the clock to know that her roommate would still be in class, so she quickly stripped off her dark blue shirt, following it with the soft cups of her bra. Her fingers found her nipples quickly, teasing them to hardness in just a few seconds. With delicate slowness she applied the clamps, feeling them bite down hard on her breasts, causing her to moan, tilting her head back and running her hands down over the curves of her breasts, tugging on the chain, until her fingers found the waistband of her jeans. It was nothing to undo the button and zipper, yanking down the denim cloth and cotton panties until her fingers found the soft wet slit of her sex.

She sat down on her bed, kicking her clothes off, her fingers twirling about her insides when there came a sharp knock on the door. Sam let out a gasp and stood, her mind a befuddled mess.

"Open up Samantha. Now!"

Sam's mouth widened in shock as she recognized Kristen's voice.

"Uh...just a second! I'm not dressed!" Sam said loudly, whirling around as she tried to snag her panties with one toe while snatching at her shirt with the other.

"Open the door right now, pledge, or its over for you." Kristen said, her voice hard and steely.

Sam stopped her frantic attempt to pull her panties upward over her calves and looked at the door. It seemed like an eternity as she mulled her options, but then her fingers dropped the cotton and she padded to the door totally naked, save for the steel clips dangling from each nipple. Her fingers trembled as she twisted the lock bolt and opened the door.

"You had better open this...Oh my..." said Kristen, a sudden smile appearing on her face to replace the disgruntled frown that she had been wearing. Sam's eyes looked downward, a scarlet blush coloring her usually creamy complexion.

"Is this what you normally wear around your dorm room between classes?" Kristen asked with a mocking tone.

Sam's voice came in a hushed whisper. "No."

Kristen's frown returned and her eyes went hard. "No...what?"

Sam looked up in quick horror. "No, Sister Kristen." She said, her voice thick, her heart quivering, and her sex fluttering in desperation.

Kristen moved forward and pushed Samantha backward into the center of the room, closing the heavy wooden door behind her with a slam.

"That's a demerit, pledge. You are going to be punished for it tonight. But right now I want to see how well you obey." Kristen smiled a mischievous grin. "Lay down on your bed and spread those legs."

Samantha quickly moved, her mind reeling with the idea of being punished in front of the other pledges and the Sorority sisters. What would Mistress Tami say? Would she be expelled? Samantha lay down, her eyes locked on Kristen who had dropped her purse on Samantha's desk.

Her nipples throbbing in time to the sensations in her clit, Sam spread her legs open to the edges of the bed, her toes pointed delicately outward as Kristen turned her back toward her and rummaged around in her purse.

"Wider, pledge. When I turn around I want to see that cute little pussy of yours so exposed and pulled apart that I could ram a baseball bat into it."

The sudden image elicited a groan from Sam and the young sophomore spread her legs wider, bringing her thighs upward until a foot dangled off each side of the bed in an obscene tableau of sexual depravity.

Kristen turned back around. "Like that idea, huh? Me ramming a baseball bat into your little pussy? I think I'd like that too. Too bad we don't have one here. I'll make sure to find one for you sometime at the Sorority House." Kristen took a step forward and looked down at the prostrate girl.

"My my my...you look so beautiful and sexy lying there waiting for me to touch you." Kristen reached out a delicately painted fingernail and ran it from Samantha's knee to her groin, sliding her finger through the partially open lips of Samantha's sex. Samantha moaned loudly, her hips riding upward and quivering as Kristen's finger ran across Sam's clit.

"There now, aren't we sensitive?" Kristen asked, standing straight again. Sam closed her eyes and tensed, waiting for the next sensation.

"I hear you are fond of wax, pledge." Kristen asked.

Sam's eyes popped open and she looked over at Kristen who once again stood at Samantha's desk, her back turned to the supine girl.

"How did you..." but Samantha's question died as Kristen turned back around, holding a small candle flickering in a glass jar.

Kristen smiled. "Let's just say I have knowledgeable friends. Now put your hands behind your head, keep those legs spread apart, and we will find out just how much you love it."

Sam's heart began racing. Not since that fateful night the previous spring had Samantha felt the sexual heat of melted wax on her body. Every muscle tensed and she felt an odd tingling beginning in her body. Soon it spread through every limb and Sam stared up at Kristen as the beautiful junior approached.

Kristen leaned down until her nose was only a few inches from Sam's eyes. "I can tell you want it. You want me to pour this down upon your little body, don't you? I can feel your excitement. You want what happened last time to happen again. Don't you?"

Sam swallowed and nod, to caught up in the moment to speak.

"Well it's too bad, pledge. Because I'm not here to repeat that little adventure you had months ago. I'm here to create a new adventure. I'm going to do things to that little body that the Waxers never dreamed of. I want you in my sorority so that I can keep doing these things to you."

Kristen's face fell just a little bit and Sam stiffened as Kristen pressed her lips against hers. The soft tingle rose and Sam lost herself in the kiss, a flower flavored, sweet kiss that seemed to be as hot as the sexual heat of the approaching candle.

"Brace yourself sweetheart." Kristen whispered.

Sam's eyes widened and she nodded, arching her back upward as Kristen straightened and lifted the candle directly above Samantha's clamped breast. With a quick tilt Kristen turned the candle sideways and the vanilla wax streamed downward. It landed with a splash that coated the vise and the clamped nub. Sam bucked for a moment, a high pitched wail coming from her lips as Kristen moved the candle to her other breast.

It took every effort of her will to keep her hands behind her head as tiny droplets of hot wax trailed down her stomach toward her sex. Kristen seemed to delight so in the troubled squirms of her victim that she moved the candles in light spirals over Samantha's belly. It wasn't long before Sam's hips began a thrusting dance, begging for the hot touch.

And then it came, like a flaming comet out of the sky and Sam felt herself transported back to that night where her body belonged to others. Kristen held the candle over Sam's clit until the tiny nub was coated. As Sam bucked Kristen put the candle down and laid down between Sam's legs, driving her head deep into Sam's sex.

Sam groaned as Kristen's tongue slid upward through her soaked slit. Kristen's fingers began to rub, and then pick at the wax coating Sam's clit and she felt the naked girl tremble under her. Sam groaned and then bit her lip as finally the cooled wax came loose. With a sudden movement Sam felt Kristen take her clit into her mouth and suck.

The crashing wave of pleasure rushed upward through her body to her nipples and then mind. Her body rocked from the extreme sensations of Kristen's tongue twirling round her clitoris, a melting chorus of physical and mental pleasure that had Sam purring. Her back arched as she lifted her pelvis toward Kristen's face, wanting a penetration so desperately.

"Oh no you don't little, pledge." Kristen murmured, lifting herself up of the bed, poised like a cat over Samantha's glistening body. Kristen pushed back a few strands of hair from her face as she moved forward until she was directly on top of Samantha.

"We won't be having any of that, will we? Not until tonight." Kristen said, her voice soft yet dripping with malice.

"Noooooo...please, I'll do anything!" Sam begged, her voice a ragged despairing sound that bespoke of need and lust.

Kristen cocked her head. "Anything?"

Sam nodded violently, her head bobbing up and down. "Oh yes! Anything!" She gasped, her body still heaving in desire.

Kristen kissed her quickly and stood up, her long fingers reaching under the short flared skirt and quickly tugging the cotton thong downward. Samantha watched intently as the crimson cloth slid down Kristen's long legs until it pooled around her high heels and she stepped out of it.

"Then lets do each other, little pledge." Kristen said. Sam tensed as Kristen mounted the bed right over her shoulders, the pretty juniors knees parted to either side of Samantha's head. Kristen's skirt swirled over her eyes and Samantha felt a sudden longing as Kristen bent over.

"Please, sister? May I touch you?" Samantha whispered as Kristen went to all fours, pressing her breasts into Samantha's belly.

"You're going to be doing more than that, pledge. Now lift my skirt and use your tongue." Kristen ordered.

Sam pulled her hands out from under her head, but just as she slid her fingers upward and under Kristen's skirt, she felt the soft wet darting thrusts of Kristen's tongue against her clit. Sam moaned and her fingers clenched at Kristen's bottom, squeezing each cheek tight and pulling downward until Kristen's already wet slit was pressed against Sam's nose.

Sam tilted her head back, and then for the first time in her life, ran her tongue through another girl's sex. The tangy taste hit her and she found herself forcing her tongue deeper and deeper. There was a throaty purr from Kristen and Sam found herself opening Kristen's well with her fingers and sucking hard on the junior's clit.

There was a tense moment when Kristen began fingering Sam, pushing in one finger at a time until four fingers were buried inside Sam's squirming mound. Kristen continued to suckle and tantalize Sam's clit until Sam bucked upward and Kristen made an effort to thrust the final digit into Sam's slit.

There was a loud throaty cry as Sam arched her back, feeling the full fist of Kristen begin to open and close inside her well. She buried her nose in Kristen's slit, suckling the clit and sucking it down as the junior girl pumped her arm back and forth between Sam's legs. The sudden crest of Sam's orgasm relayed itself to the junior as a vibrating cry the sent similar sensations cascading through Kristen.

Exhausted, glistening, the lay together, breasts heaving as both girls rested, trying to recover from simultaneous orgasms. Kristen rolled off Sam, a soft thump against the wall, her still soaked hand resting on Sam's belly.

"You realize that I'm going to sexually torture you if you join, don't you Samantha?" Kristen asked softly, her voice neither cruel nor possessive.

Sam lifted her head and looked down at the junior girl whose cheek was pressed against her thigh. "Yes, Sister, I know you will."

Kristen smiled and looked over the rounded soft mounds of flesh at Sam's face. "You don't mind?"

Sam giggled for a moment. "Not in the least, Sister. You can sexually torture me anytime."

Kristen sat up, her face taking on a serious look. "No Sam, you need to know what I mean." Kristen moved, folding her legs beneath her and picking up Samantha's foot, her finger's lightly caressing the insole as she spoke.

"When I was a pledge and for my first year, Sister Tami and Mistress Calli used me. I was tormented and used, more by Calli than by Tami. Mistress Tami rarely punishes because Mistress Tami is an easy mistress to please. Calli was a lot harder and I spent hours under her." Kristen moved her thumb to the arch of Sam's foot, her eyes glancing up at Sam's face.

"I never wanted to be punished. I wanted to do the punishing. And Samantha, you are the perfect girl for that. Ever since I first saw you I wanted to tie you down and cover you with kisses and little red stripes from a belt. I wanted you tormented and tortured so you wouldn't know the difference between discomfort and desire. I still want all those things...so I'm warning you. If you stay with this I will use you like Mistress Calli used me. I will torment you every day, every night, over and over, until your life is nothing more than a series of sexual escapades and orgasms."

Sam stared at Kristen, seeing the beautiful blonde girl confessing to her sexual desires. "Sister?" Sam said, still not certain if she should be formal or not. "Kristen, I will stay with the sorority if I can make it through whatever you do to me this week. I want you to be happy with me, and I love what you do to me."

Kristen looked up, a mask of uncertainty on her face. "Even knowing that I plan on punishing you every day this week, and for the entire year afterward?"

Sam nodded, a smile on her face. "Even then, Sister Kristen."

Kristen leaned over, running her fingers up Sam's body, over her breast to cup the sophomore's face.

"Then expect to be punished tonight, pledge."

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