Sororities: Sigma Epsilon Xi: Monday Night

Fifty minutes before the ten minute walk to the sorority house began, Samantha Mayfield stepped in front of the mirror. She gazed at her nude reflection, admiring the perfect symmetry of her breasts and the hard bumps of her nipples that seemed to rise in anticipation of the night's activities. Kristen had left several hours before, leaving Samantha in a semi aroused state, letting the earlier explosion of pleasure subside and then tormenting her one more time before leaving. The erotically charged junior had promised Samantha that the night's festivities would leave her satisfied.

Sam held the small metallic rubber coated clamps in her hands, the metal chain swinging between them like a necklace about to grace a woman's throat. Samantha raised her hands and carefully pinched each clamp, opening the metal teeth wide apart. Using the mirror to watch herself, she carefully positioned each metal mouth over a nipple.

With sudden decisiveness Sam released the tension on the clamps, allowing them to close, and biting deep into the soft but firm flesh of her breasts. She let out a soft groan as each nipple felt the intense pressure. Carefully, she slipped the cotton summer dress over her head, feeling the soft tug of it sliding down her clamped and chained bosom.

It took Samantha a moment to finish, applying her makeup, and slipping on the high heeled sandals that completed the outfit. Her long brunette hair cascaded around her shoulders in soft curls and she smiled at herself just once in the mirror, easily noticing the odd angular shapes of the clamps under her dress. Anyone who took even a moment to admire her would notice.

A quick glance at the clock showed her that leaving immediately would result in her early arrival, but Sam didn't care. Even the possibility of spending an extra forty minutes in the presence of Kristen and Tami was worth the risk of showing up early to the sorority house.

Samantha quickly grabbed her purse and left, her eyes watching for fellow students who might notice the obvious angular clamps she wore under her dress. Even the trip downstairs was fraught with possible dangers and more than once Samantha found herself crossing her arms in front of her, blocking the view to a pair of staring eyes.

The walk to the sorority house itself was uneventful, the quickly passing stares of drivers were almost immaterial and Sam found herself swinging her arms and smiling as she crossed the intersection at Elm Street. The sorority house stood a few doors down the busy road and she quickly ascended the steps to the large porch.

She passed a creaking porch swing and lifted her hand, pressing the small door bell button. A moment passed and then the door opened, revealing one of the junior girls Sam had noticed but not met the previous night.

"Well, well, well, Kristen was right. Good evening, pledge." The girl said, a cruel smile on her face, her body and arm poised across the door.

Sam swallowed and nodded. "Good evening, sister." She said softly.

The girl stared hard at Sam, her eyes seeming to burrow in on the clamps which were clearly visible under the soft cotton dress, making Sam cover her breasts apprehensively.

"Before you are allowed to enter the house, you have to surrender your clothing. Which, in your case, is probably just that cute little dress you're wearing isn't it?" The junior asked.

Sam blushed scarlet in response and her eyes widened in alarm.

"Well? Take it off, pledge!" The junior girl ordered.

Sam looked around. Large juniper trees blocked most of the side views of the porch, but drivers passing directly in front of the house would be able to see right up to the doorway.

"Out here?" Sam asked, her voice more than just a simple question. She seemed to beg and plead with the junior girl.

The door keeper nodded and crossed her arms, leaning against the doorway. "It's either that or go home. Your choice."

For a moment, Sam considered it, just turning around and leaving. But the thought of Kristen, of never seeing her again, never touching her, never being touched was too much and she dropped her hands to the hem of her dress and pulled it upward. The cloth came up easily, her milky white thighs giving way to the smooth cleft of her sex, shaved bare. The slightly rounded abdomen was then exposed as the dress was peeled from Sam's body like the skin of a ripe fruit. It hung up on the clamps, tugging painfully on her nipples until it came loose in a sudden rush, flowing over Samantha's head and down her arms until it fell in a pile onto the outstretched hands of the watching junior.

Sam stood for just a moment in her full glory, totally uninhibited. The look on the junior's face was the same expression of desire and admiration that Kristen had worn when Sam opened her dorm room door that afternoon wearing nothing but the same two clamps. Sam suddenly felt a rush, a sense of power that the beauty of her body brought and she lifted her hands to the back of her neck, interlacing her fingers and spreading her legs in the presentation position that she had been taught.

The door keeper's breath was coming in quick excited gasps and she reached out ran her fingers down Sam's body, from her shoulder down the side, eliciting a tiny tickling twitch from the nude girl. The junior shook her head and smiled once more.

"Kristen told me to tell you that she wants you to have a seat on the porch swing and wait for her. I'll tell her you've arrived." And with that the junior girl closed her hand over the discarded dress and quickly closed the door, leaving Samantha shocked and naked on the front porch.

For a moment, the sound of the cars swallowed everything else as Samantha stood in shocked horror. Totally exposed, Samantha felt the utter humiliation and her eyes quickly filled with tears as she looked at the porch swing. With deliberate movements she crossed the wooden deck and sat down, pressing her thighs together and wrapping her arms across her chest. Her humiliated eyes stared out and down over the walkway leading from the street to the porch and she watched as car after car seemed to drift by.

Minutes passed and Sam felt as if every eye of every driver was upon her, glancing over to catch a glimpse of her nakedness. Tears flowed to her eyes and she shook her head, telling herself that this humiliation was what Kristen wanted. A sudden sound came from the walkway and Sam stiffened as she heard footsteps.

"Oh my god! Samantha!" A voice said in shock. Sam looked up to see Ally stepping up onto the porch, eyes wide with surprise as she took in the sight of the naked sophomore. "What are you doing?"

Sam's face turned scarlet as Ally stared at her. "I'm sitting here waiting for Sister Kristen to let me into the house."

Ally bit her lip. "Are they going to do that to everyone?" She asked, pausing in front of Sam.

Samantha shrugged. "I don't know. But Mistress Tami said last night that whatever happens to one of us could happen to any of us."

"How long have you been out here?" Ally demanded, her head turning to look out through the front portico and down to the street where the rushing sound of motors hissed.

"About ten minutes I think." Replied Sam.

Ally shivered. "Aren't you...well...embarrassed? I mean...what if you're seen?"

Sam nodded. "Of course I am! But if this is what Sister Kristen wants from me, then I will do it."

Ally leaned back and rocked for a second, wrapping her arms around herself. "Mistress Nicole and Sister Amanda haven't done anything like this to me."

Sam looked at Ally in surprise. "You mean, Sister Amanda hasn't come to your dorm room, or met you between classes?"

"Oh no." Replied Ally. "Mistress Nicole said that the only time I would be forced to take part in the sorority activities would be here at the house. Of course we are all supposed to greet any sister or mistress we see right? But that has only happened to me once and it was just a little bow and 'hello Mistress', nothing serious."

Sam hugged herself tighter as Ally stepped up onto the porch and conscientiously stood between Sam and the road. Sam beamed a smile at the friendly girl and visibly relaxed. It was an interesting sensation she felt, the duality of exposure and embarrassment, combined with the intense physical rush of lust. Samantha felt confused as the tingling in her clamped nipples combined with humiliation and forced her body into excitement.

Suddenly the Sorority house door opened and both girls turned to look as Kristen stepped out onto the porch. She shoulder length blond hair curled around her face like a mane and her sparkling eyes told Sam immediately how much the junior sister was pleased. Kristen stepped over to Sam and reached out a hand, quickly grasping the chain that hung between the two nipple clamps.

Kristen tugged, not harshly, but with a steady force, pulling Samantha up off the bench and toward the door. Ally's lips stayed tightly shut, her eyes alarmed as Sam was led to the door. Kristen opened the door and pulled Samantha in as Ally followed.

The interior was cool and Sam sighed despite the throbbing pull on her breasts. Being inside away from the abject humiliation of display outside was enough for Samantha, and she willingly followed Kristen.

Ally was waylaid by another one of the sisters who ordered her to disrobe and Sam turned back to see the petite blonde girl peel of her clothes, obviously pleased she was doing it indoors and not out on the porch. The slight draw on her nipples brought Sam's attention back forward and she turned with Kristen into the main sitting room. Once more she beheld the chairs, though now only nine sat in the semi circle, one missing.

"Sister Kristen? Did someone drop out?" Samantha asked.

Kristen turned back to look at Sam and nodded. "Yeah. It usually happens. Last year there were twelve of us and only five stayed and joined." Kristen let go of Sam's clamp chain and motioned for her to sit on the first of the chairs.

Sam looked down at the wooden chairs and noticed that the cushions that had padded the wooden seats the previous evening were missing. In the center of each chair was a hole approximately two inches wide that seemed to go down half way through the wood. Sam squinted at it, trying to understand its purpose, but then gave up, seating herself.

The wood felt cool on the bottoms of her thighs and the soft flesh of her buttocks as she squirmed in her seat. The tiny opening in the wood felt odd, centered as it was directly beneath her shaved pink slit. She wiggled frequently, trying to get comfortable.

After a moment, Ally was led into the room and Sam watched as the pretty girl took her seat, crossing her legs and holding herself tight in response to her own nudity. Sam smiled inwardly, understanding what the pretty blond girl was feeling. Sam felt a momentary surge of triumph as she realized that the ordeal on the porch proved her willingness to join the sorority.

Over the next thirty minutes the other seven girls filed into the room, each as bare as the day they were born. Sam watched as some of the girls still attempted to hide their bodies, covering their breasts and loins with splayed fingers and tightly crossed limbs as they took seats. Sam watched as each of them squirmed, feeling the large hole in the center of the chair.

It took only a few moments for the junior and senior girls to file into the room, chattering, smiling, laughing, a few of them holding drinks or munching on snacks. Samantha's eyes quickly found Tami and Kristen, their heads bent together whispering, Kristen darting little glances toward Sam's seat. After a moment, Tami nodded and Kristen smiled a look of triumph.

"Ladies, tonight we have several things to teach you." Began Mistress Nicole. Sam remembered that Nicole was Ally's mistress. "Please stand."

There was a soft rustle of skin peeling from wood as all seven pledges stood up. Sam let her arms drop to her sides, grazing her hips, the thick metal clamps tightly bound to her nipples. She felt no pain, just an incessant pressure. Her glanced up at Mistress Nicole as her acolyte, Sister Amanda stepped forward.

"Please watch Sister Amanda, pledges. She will be demonstrating the four positions you must learn."

Sister Amanda's light brown hair seemed to shine in the soft candlelight, her makeup perfect, as she faced the seven pledges. Her white blouse and black miniskirt were impeccable, hugging her figure in a sexy, yet classy manner. Her chiseled features smiled at the pledges.

"The first position is called the Acceptance Posture. This is the position you will assume upon being approached by your Mistress, or if a Sister orders you to assume this position."

As Mistress Nicole spoke, Sister Amanda slowly sank to knees. Her fingers were laced behind her neck, her legs spread wide apart, her bottom only inches from the floor. It looked very uncomfortable. Sister Amanda's skirt rode up exposing a black pair of under-shorts. For a second Sam was disappointed, then realized that Sister Amanda had known she would be giving this demonstration.

"Pledges, assume the Acceptance Position, please." Ordered Mistress Nicole.

Obediently, all ten of the girls, including Samantha, dropped to their knees. Sam felt odd spreading her legs in such a fashion, feeling exposed not only at her breasts and sex, but her anus as well. The position seemed to stretch her body in ways that pulled apart the secret crevices of her curves, placing them into the perfect position to accept whatever her mistress desired.

Mistress Nicole had stood up and walked down the line of presenting pledges, straightening a back, moving a head, even running a single finger nail down and over the delicate nipple of one girl. Sam almost held her breath as Nicole lightly caressed the back of her neck, causing an involuntary shiver that caused the nipple clamps to dip and jiggle.

"The next posture you must learn," announced Mistress Nicole, "is called the Spanking Position. Sister Amanda will demonstrate.

Sam watched with wide eyes as Amanda unlaced her fingers and moved forward to all fours. Amanda stretched her arms outward, raising her bottom in the air, bending her legs at a perfect ninety degree angle at the knee. The junior girl's breasts were pressed against the floor, her face turned to the left.

"Please notice, pledges, that the knees are still kept spread. This is a very important consideration."

Sam winced, knowing exactly what consideration this was. By keeping the legs spread, the puffy wet slit between each girl's legs would be not only on display, but also available to receive the same punishment the bottom cheeks would earn. Sam bit her lip and glanced at Kristen, who had a hungry look on her face. Sam steeled herself and slowly bent over, duplicating Amanda's position.

Sam felt the heavy carpet force the clamps into the delicate flesh of her breasts as she stretched herself out. Turning her face to the left allowed her to see down the line of raised bottoms. Mistress Nicole started down at the far end of the line and Sam watched as Ally's bottom seemed to quiver as Nicole slid her fingers upward from her thigh through the soft wet slit of her sex.

Sam felt herself ripening, the wet sensation from earlier returning, and she clenched her muscles tightly for a moment, resisting the temptation to reach down and slide a finger into her body. She felt tormented and closed her eyes, shutting out the images of the other girls being fondled.

The soft touch of a finger at the very base of her back shocked her, almost enough for her too lose her control of the position. Sam held on though as the finger slid downward, through the wide open crack of her bottom, grazing her anus, and then into the wet cavern that so desperately wanted to be filled. Sam let out a small groan as the finger slipped in for one deep wet thrust, then was removed.

"Pledges, stand please." Ordered Mistress Nicole. Samantha slowly got to her feet, her body thrumming at the sensations she was feeling.

"Now pledges, I ask that you take your chairs and turn them around so that the backs of the chairs are facing us."

Sam looked puzzled for a moment and then turned to follow the command. She reached out and touched the heavy wooden chair and discovered that she was able to pick it up and rotate it. The railed wooden back and heavy arch now faced the crowd of junior and senior faces, twenty or so girls who stared at the bevy of naked flesh before them.

"Pledges, please turn to face us." Mistress Nicole's voice was heavy and domineering, full of confidence. When Samantha turned around her eyes widened in shock.

Someone had given Sister Amanda a chair. It to was turned backward, but instead of facing the crowd, it faced the pledges, a mirrored image. Amanda was standing two feet away from the chair, her legs spread obscenely wide, her body arched backward so that she appeared to be staring at the ceiling. Her arms were behind her, supporting her upper body on the chair back.

To Sam, it appeared that each subsequent position was designed to further humiliate and embarrass the pledges, and she wondered whether this demonstration was more to weed out further pledges as much as present real positions used on an everyday basis. She glanced up at Kristen who was smiling and Sam had the sudden feeling that even if Mistress Tami did not require these positions regularly, Kristen surely would.

"Pledges, this position is called the whipping position. Please examine Sister Amanda's fine presentation and duplicate it immediately."

Sam turned and looked down the line. Ally was already gripping the chair back, spreading her legs. The arch of her body made it possible for Samantha to actually see the swollen clit and pink petals of Ally's sex. Samantha reached backward, and gripped the chair, arching herself and spreading her legs.

Sam felt the stretch and wondered how long she would be able to hold the position. Her body trembled and she felt vulnerable with her pelvis thrust forward. Sister Amanda came out of the position and moved down to stand next to Samantha, as Mistress Nicole went next to Ally.

"So that you all understand the total purpose of this position, you will each receive one stroke of the sap." Mistress Nicole announced.

Sam gasped, as did several of the other girls and looked down the line toward Mistress Nicole. The beautiful senior had a thick leather paddle in her hand which almost looked like a flyswatter. Sam swallowed, watching the paddle swing down and land with a wet slap and crack against Ally's beautiful and exposed slit.

Pain exploded through Sam's body, radiating upward from her slit and she leapt upward, her head turning to see Sister Amanda holding a duplicate sap. Standing upright out of position Sam placed a hand between her legs in mortified shock.

"Get back in position, pledge!" Ordered Sister Amanda, an angry look on her face. Sam hesitated, wondering if she were to be whipped again, when she caught the look of rage on Kristen's face. Sam bit her lip and immediately resumed the whipping position, just as another crack echoed through the room and another girl let out a whimpering cry.

Sam spread her legs and braced herself, fully expecting another smack, full on the clit from Sister Amanda. But to her surprise she was spared as Amanda moved down the line, letting the next girl, who was more prepared, take the blow. It was over in just a minute, the final cries let out by the two girls in the center of the line.

"Pledges, return your chairs to their normal positions and sit down." Mistress Nicole announced, moving away from the line of girls. Sam straightened up and looked down at her pussy. It was a lush but fading shade of pink, glistening with moisture and Sam realized that the single slap she had received had only excited her more, radiating heat upward through her loins. She shook her head, unbelieving the response her body was giving to the utter humiliation and sensations that had been inflicted upon her.

She turned and began manhandling the chair back into position, facing the crowd of juniors and seniors who obviously had enjoyed seeing the pledges whipped. Samantha sat down, just then seeing Kristen whispering to Mistress Tami. Tami nodded and Kristen moved through the crowd to Mistress Nicole, touching the tall brunette on the arm and leaning forward to converse.

Sam felt butterflies in her stomach, knowing that Kristen was manipulating the situation. Nicole's eyes fell upon Samantha and Sam knew that whatever Kristen had said was being considered. Sam's heart almost skipped a beat as Nicole nodded and then pulled Amanda over for a hurried consultation as Kristen moved back to Mistress Tami's side, a smirk on her face.

"It has been brought to my attention Sisters, that one of our pledges failed to maintain the position during the whipping." Amanda smiled and moved the chair she had been using forward into the middle of the room, turned so that the back faced the crowd. "It is so ordered that Pledge Samantha be given five demerits and will endure a repeat of the whipping as punishment. But instead of one stroke, she will be given five."

Sam gasped in astonishment. She had expected something, but nothing like this. She looked up at Kristen who was smiling evilly. Sam opened her mouth to say something but realized that anything short of total acceptance would result in her being kicked from the sorority. Slowly she closed her lips, nodding meekly. She rose and stepped forward to the chair.

"Assume the whipping position, pledge." Sister Amanda said, her voice dripping with delight. The brunette junior raised her sap so that Sam could see it clearly.

Sam nodded and leaned backward, spreading her legs, so much closer to the anticipating audience. She tensed herself, preparing her body for the sting of the sap, remembering the pain from her first encounter.

Sister Amanda swung the leather paddle sharply and it exploded into Sam's pussy with a loud wet crack. The crowd gave a slight sound of appreciation as Sam gasped, her toes curling, her body arching. But Sam maintained the position, biting her lip as the heat slammed through her.

Amanda swung again, this time offset slightly, catching part of Sam's thigh in the process. The heavy leather curled downward over Sam's buttock and Sam's hips danced as the sensation overloaded her nervous system.

Sister Amanda gave another sharp slap directly to Sam's swollen clit and Sam cried out, her body exploding in pain and pleasure. Sam's eyes caught sight of Mistress Nicole's arms reaching across her body and grasping the nipple clamps, tugging them hard as the fourth spank slammed into her.

Sam let out a squeal as the pain of the spank merely augmented the tight tug of the nipple clamps. A thunderous wave of pleasure erupted between her legs and she shuddered, letting the orgasm shatter her control. She quivered, only barely maintaining the position, her feet arching and forcing her up on tip toe in an effort to release the energy that had built.

Nicole let go of the clamps, running a quieting hand up over Sam's chest and neck, kissing the little pledge on the forehead. "One last spank, Sam. You can take it!" Mistress Nicole whispered.

Sam nodded, her body still flooded with the endorphins of her last orgasm. She didn't even register Amanda's swing until it impacted upon her exposed flower. Sam jerked, and would have let go, if it had not been for Mistress Nicole holding her in place. Sam's knees wobbled in and out, trying to guard the sensitive flesh, but finally came to rest still spread. Tears flowed freely from Sam's eyes, cascading down her cheeks.

"Kiss the paddle, pledge." Amanda's voice came in Sam's ear and Sam opened her eyes to see the black leather paddle, wet from her own juices, only an inch away. Sam pursed her lips and kissed it, tasting for the first time her own lustful needs.

"Help her to her seat, Amanda." Nicole ordered. Sam straightened, helped by Amanda who led her back to the heavy wooden chair, back in line. Sam clenched at Amanda's arm as the junior sat her down.

"Thank you Sister Amanda." Whispered Sam, who gingerly sat, wincing. Amanda shook her head. "You're incredible, Sam. I hope Kristen lets me borrow you sometime." Amanda planted a soft kiss right Sam's lips, to quick for Sam to even react too.

For several minutes, Sam merely sat there, recovering, as the soft murmur of the juniors and seniors filled the room. She felt as if every sense were heightened, her body an instrument that had just been played by a musician of unparalleled skill. Slowly she relaxed, letting the incredible memory of her release fill her.

It was the movement of Mistress Tami and Sister Kristen to the forefront of the group that brought Sam's attention back to the present. Kristen was carrying a large box which she placed on a small folding table that had been erected. With an veritable excitement, the room quieted down as Mistress Tami stepped forward to address the pledges.

"Pledges, I am here to instruct you upon the final position that you will be required to assume during your tenure as a novice within our sisterhood. The three previous positions, while important, are not used with any regularity except in extreme cases where punishments for infractions are given. That being said, this final position which you will be taught momentarily will be used every day."

Mistress Tami turned and looked at Sister Kristen, who had moved the chair Sam had been forced to lean against for her punishment back around to face the pledges.

"Every novice is required to sit in her chair in a certain manner. Kristen will now demonstrate." Mistress Tami said, motioning to Kristen.

Sam watched as Kristen, who was dressed in a long pair of black slacks and a teal shirt, sat down on the chair. Carefully, Kristen spread her legs, moving her high heel clad feet to either side of the chair. It was a posture that every girl, from the time they were young, were taught never to assume. Several of the pledges looked uncomfortable and Sam knew that naked and exposed, that position would be just as revealing as any of the other three positions they had been taught.

"This position will be maintained whenever you are seated, even if you are not here at the Sorority House. The only exceptions to this rule is when it is physically impossible, such as if you must be seated on a bench."

Sam noticed one of the pledges raising her hand to interrupt. Mistress Tami looked surprised but then nodded at the girl to speak.

"Um...Mistress Tami? What about school desks? I mean...a lot of my classes have those little half desks."

Tami smiled. "An excellent question, Paige. If you have to be seated in one of those half desks, then you will place one leg over and sit in the required position." Mistress Tami nodded at Paige and then continued. "Additionally, you will be checked upon to make sure that you are following the rule."

Sam continued to stare at Kristen who continued to sit facing the pledges, a wicked smile on her face, legs spread. Sam could only imagine the embarrassment of sitting in a classroom full of people, her legs spread obscenely open. Sam glanced up at Mistress Tami and listened as the pretty senior girl continued.

"I would like all of you to assume the position right now." Mistress Tami ordered.

Sam swallowed, but was one of the first girls to move, spreading her legs wide apart and to each side of the chair. Turning her ankles toward the front, Sam felt the sensitivity of her sex and even the semi sharp ridge of the hole in the center of the seat.

"There is one last item concerning this position. All of the chairs in the Sorority House have an added feature for our sophomore girls. Kristen?" Mistress Tami motioned to the blond junior.

Kristen got up from her chair and reached into the box on the folding table. "Each of the chairs in the house have a hole drilled in the center of the seat, slightly forward. This hole is for the emplacement of one of four chosen phalluses." Kristen reached up into the box and lifted out a shiny wooden dildo, stained and oiled.

"This is the most common phallus, and the one that will be inside you almost every time you sit down. It is totally ridged and does absolutely nothing, which makes it much easier to study, write reports, or complete other homework assignments. Get used to being filled, girls." Kristen smirked as she put the wooden dildo back in the box.

"The second dildo is a rubber vibrator. It fits just as securely into the seat fixture and is activated by pressure. I can say from experience that this particular phallus can be extremely distracting over long periods of time and can even be a form of torture, depending on its use."

Kristen returned the rubber vibrator back into the box and removed another object, this time a dark blue in color with two shafts, a large thick one with a tinier arm that broke off from the main trunk.

"This particular item is for a double penetration on occasions a Mistress or Sister believes that you need that kind of stimulation. The anal shaft vibrates. The large one twists like a corkscrew. Watch." Kristen reached up and twisted the base. Sam watched in astonishment as the larger shaft began to twist about, looking like a mad sea creature searching for prey.

Kristen smiled and returned the object to the box, turning it off in the process. She reached in, fumbling with an even larger object. Before she even pulled it off she began speaking.

"The last phallus is called the punishment phallus. It can deliver electrical shocks, vibrate, spin, and change temperature. It has straps on its rubber base to hold it firmly inside the girl who is being punished." Kristen lifted the monstrosity out of the box and held it up for the pledges to see.

Sam gasped at the size of the thing, which was easily eight inched long and four inches wide, a huge phallus that no doubt would stretch the insides of any girl. The tip of the phallus was metal and there were several silver strips which ran down the sides of the phallus. A black rubber base extended outward like a saddle and Sam saw that the tiny end piece would fit in the hole of the seat and that the very weight of the girl herself would keep the punishment phallus deep.

Mistress Tami stepped forward again. "In this box we have two wooden phalluses, two rubber vibrators, two of the double penetrators, and the one punishment phallus. The pledges are going to draw lots to see which equipment they will experience. Remember pledges, that you might draw the lot for the punishment phallus, so if you are totally unwilling to participate, now is the time to stop. When Kristen gets to you, pick a piece of paper but do not open it."

Kristen stepped forward with a small bowl filled with paper. She moved all the way down the line to Ally, holding the bowl out to the blonde waif. Ally reached up and removed a single piece of folded paper. Kristen began moving down the line, each girl picking out a single piece.

Sam watched, wondering if Kristen was manipulating the outcome of this event, seeing the gleam of mischief in the junior's eyes. As the girl next to Sam reached into the bowl, Sam saw Kristen's fingers holding down one of the slips of paper. Suddenly the bowl was in front of her and Sam saw Kristen let the note drop into the bottom of bowl, allowing Sam to pick it.

"Ally. Please stand and read your note." Mistress Tami said.

Ally stood, trembling as she carefully unfolded the piece of paper. "Double." The poor girl said.

Kristen grinned and reached into the box, pulling out the double shafted vibrator. A small bottle of oil was in her other hand and she carefully lubed the vibrator as she approached Ally. Kristen bent over at the chair and smoothly inserted the base of the shaft into the hole and then motioned for Ally to take her seat.

Ally nodded and positioned herself over the vibrator, spreading her legs wide to each side of the chair and slowly dropping herself down. Sam watched as Ally gasped when the large phallus penetrated. Ally's eyes closed in apparent pleasure as the first turns of the corkscrew phallus twirled inside her, then the tiny shaft penetrated into Ally's bottom.

Sam's eyes widened as Ally's hips began to grind while she straddled the chair. Soft moaning sounds came from the blond waif and Sam though she heard the wet squelch of the vibrator.

"Paige. Stand and read your note."

"Yes Mistress Tami." Paige said, standing. "Wood."

Kristen brought out one of the shiny wooden phalluses and placed it in the socket of Paige's seat. Quickly oiled, Paige straddled her chair and carefully lowered herself, sliding the thick wooden rod up into her body, eliciting a groan that matched the grinding moans made by Ally.

"How does it feel?" Asked Tami, who watched with a smile on her face.

Paige bit her lip, trying to settle herself. "I feel full, Mistress. But its not uncomfortable, just a presence."

"Could you study or do your homework?" Asked Tami. Paige nodded. "I think so Mistress. I could easily get distracted, especially if I moved around, but I suppose if I concentrated I could."

And so it went. Sam watched as each of the other girls down the line stood and read their papers. The girl after Paige announced "wood" and the next one announced "rubber." Sam had no doubts as each girl read off the name of one of the three regular phalluses. Finally it was down to Sam and the sixth girl.

"Jari, please stand and read out your note." Mistress Tami ordered.

"Rubber." Jari said after opening her paper.

Sam looked at Kristen, the accusation clearly written on her face.

Kristen smirked at Sam as she approached Jari with the rubber vibrator. Setting it tightly in the seat, Kristen helped Jari impale herself on the vibrator, glancing at Sam long enough to smile.

"Samantha, I don't think we need to know what your note says. I'll say that your luck doesn't seem to be present tonight. Between your early arrival, your failure to hold position earlier, and now the random chance of being made the example of how the punishment phallus works, you would think that someone was out to get you!" Mistress Tami said, her mouth pulled up into a grin. "Please stand."

Samantha stood up in front of her chair as Kristen approached with the monstrosity. Closer, it appeared even bigger than it had when Kristen had held it up to show the pledges. Sam wondered how something that large could even fit up inside of a girl. Kristen took a moment to arrange the straps and base plate as it fit in the chair socket with a click.

Kristen uncapped the oil bottle and poured a liberal amount over the tip of the phallus, rubbing it in with her hands until it glistened. She reached out and touched Sam on the hip, pulling her backward over the chair.

Sam looked down between her legs as she straddled her seat. She was thankful that at least she wasn't to be penetrated in her bottom, though she knew she would eventually endure that phallus as well. Slowly she sank down, resigned to the fate Kristen wanted to inflict upon her.

Her already tender sex was still pink from the orgasm and whipping it had received earlier, and Kristen reached down, spreading the lips of Sam's sex apart as the tip of the phallus pressed upward. Sam clenched momentarily, tightening her muscles as the cool metal tip touched the hot flesh between her legs. She almost expected a shock, but instead merely felt the cool object seeming to expand, widening as she sank down upon it. Sam gasped as it penetrated, pressing against the sides of her sex. Deeper and deeper it went until she felt it press against her cervix, the bone of her hips, but she found that while deep, her buttocks were still able to support her weight. She groaned, keeping her legs spread so that the crowd of girls could see the tight split of her sex, stretched wide by the massive colossus.

Kristen busied herself with the straps, tightening them around Sam's thighs to hold the vibrator in. Sam watched as Tami reached into the box and removed two pairs of leather bondage cuffs, tossing them to Kristen, who quickly secured Sam's ankles and wrists to the chair.

Sam felt the same trepidation she imagined death row inmates would feel when being strapped into the electrocution chair. Her groin trembled around the rod impaling her and the pleasure filled cries of her fellow pledges did nothing to alleviate the shear fright she had of what might be about to happen. Her only consolation was that Kristen would do nothing to harm her, worried Sam would quit, or not make it through the initiation.

There was a sudden vibration between her legs that started at her clit and worked its way upward. Sam shuddered, trying to imagine how the designers of the punishment phallus had managed to create the sensation. Up and down the tremors went, racing along the length of her sex. Sam tensed, grateful that her legs and arms were bound, forcing her to keep the appropriate position.

Suddenly the sensation changed and Sam felt the shaft begin to spin inside her. The vibrations continued, but now no longer raced up and down, but spiraled upward and downward through her sex like a mad top, intent on touching every part. Sam gasped and ground her hips downward, feeling the waves of pleasure overwhelm her.

Next she felt a flash of warmth and realized the phallus had heated up. Her sex steamed and she felt the hot wash flood upward through her body. She began bucking, trying to escape the intense rush of sensations, the spinning, the tremors, the heat, but the straps held the phallus deep inside her, despite coming up almost out of the seat.

The other pledges began to watch her, listening to Sam's frantic cries. Sam turned to Kristen and began to beg her to turn it off, only to receive a slight smile and a shake of the head. Sam turned to Tami and begged.

"Please! Oh god! Mistress! PLEASE! I can't! I can't! Its...oh my god! YES..." Sam gasped and looked at the ceiling as the first electric shock ran up the length of the vibrator. Sam stiffened like a board and her voice caught in her throat. She shook, her body ridged as the repeated shocks flooded through her. Kristen reached down and held the poor pledge's shoulders as Mistress Tami stepped up.

"Pledges. See how Sam stiffens in the pleasure? It hurts, yes, but it is also prolonging her orgasm. She the fluids which are leaking from her pussy? She is enjoying this. The electricity will continue to flow into her while she orgasms, essential keeping her in the same state of orgasmic pleasure. The record any of our members holds is twelve minutes of orgasm on the punishment phallus. Sister Amanda has that honor."

Sam was beyond hearing the explanation, or even aware of Tami's approach. Her body betrayed her, sending wave after wave of orgasmic delight through her. She began twitching, her mind beginning to shut down from the over stimulation and she felt soft hands on her shoulders. Suddenly it stopped, a complete stillness from her over sensitized sex. A series of tremors washed over her and she groaned loudly as Kristen held her tight.

"Sam will be fine, though she is dealing with the after results of the punishment phallus." Mistress Tami said. "Believe me, all of you, that enduring the punishment phallus will leave you weak, exhausted, and totally open." Tami knelt down before Sam, who was slowly blinking, letting things come back into focus.

"Samantha?" Mistress Tami's voice was soft. "Sam. Look at me, honey." Sam blinked again, turning her head toward the voice and starting at Tami's face. "Yyess Mistress?" Sam asked, her voice soft and exhausted.

"Do you want out of the sorority?" Tami asked. Sam shook her head.

"Can you describe what the punishment phallus felt like?" Tami inquired.

Sam shook her head. "Too much...sensitive. Like storm waves..." Sam muttered.

Tami smiled and nodded. "Kristen, please untie Sam and take her someplace to rest." She stood up and turned toward the other pledges.

"Pledges, that will be all for tonight. Please remember to be here at five in the afternoon, tomorrow. Good night." Mistress Tami smiled.

Sam was barely aware of Kristen unstrapping her, of the other girls slowly getting up from the various humming and thrumming vibrators. The most prominent sensation was being lifted from the phallus, the thick monstrosity sliding out of her elicited a groan of desperation and she tried closing her legs to keep it in. The chair blocked her and Kristen stifled a little chuckle.

"Easy there, Sam. You can have something back inside you in a little while...after you've rested!"

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