Sororities: Sigma Epsilon Xi: Tuesday Afternoon

The day had been a trying one for Samantha, yet the looks and even the few whistles she had received during her many classes. The only negative thing that had happened during class was the cold shoulder her friend Chelle had given her. Sam had felt a little angry as Chelle had ignored her, but Sam had put it out of her mind.

It was very warm as Sam rushed across the campus, trying to get to the Sorority House before three. The strange feeling of being pantyless caused her to feel self conscious as she hurried, and it felt as if everyone was staring at her. Despite her rush she still managed to be late, walking up the steps of the front porch a few minutes after three.

"Well about time you got here, pledge! You're late!" Kristen said from the porch swing as Samantha walked up.

"I am so sorry! My last class is all the way over on the other side of campus and it was a long walk all the way over here." Sam said, clutching her bag with one hand.

Kristen shook her head. "More demerits for you. You're already at twenty."

Sam's eyes widened in alarm. "Twenty! Am I going to get kicked out of the sorority?"

Kristen laughed. "Oh no. The demerits indicate what kind of punishment you get on Friday. We have a special room for it at the back of the house."

Sam looked at Kristen suspiciously. "A Punishment room?"

Kristen laughed as they sat down at a table. "Yeah, don't worry. You'll get to see it on Friday. And all the pledges will answer for their demerits."

Sam nodded. "I don't understand the demerits."

Kristen grinned. "Well, whenever one of us sees you not following an order or rule, they can give you demerits. Sisters can give a maximum of five per offense. Mistresses can give a maximum of ten. The demerits are recorded in a book that's kept in the common room, so you can see how many you have."

"Can sisters get demerits?" Asked Samantha.

Kristen's eyes flared but she nodded.

Sam dropped her bag on the porch floor. "So how did I get twenty?"

Kristen grinned. "Cause you forgot to address me with my title twice this morning and at breakfast you were sitting in your chair with your knees together. Don't you remember what you learned last night?"

Sam bit her lip in response.

"And now you were late. That makes twenty." Kristen crossed her arms in front of her chest. "So now I'm going to take you down to the basement so you can see Calli's old playroom, but first you need to strip. No clothes for novices in the Sorority House."

Samantha nodded, and without even a glance at the street, she peeled off the white cotton tank top and short skirt. In seconds the beautiful brunette stood bare in all her glory on the white washed wood porch. Kristen admired her for a few moments and then stood, setting the porch swing swaying, picked up Sam's clothes and bag, and led the naked and willing pledge into the Sorority House.

Kristen dumped Sam's stuff on the first bench in the hallway and led Samantha down the corridor. Just behind the stairs was a small doorway that Kristen opened, clicking a small switch on the side of the doorway. She held the door open and motioned to Sam. "After you, pledge."

Sam looked through the doorway and saw a stairwell that led down into the bowels of the house. The walls of the stairwell were unplastered and made of cinder blocks and Sam suddenly felt as if she were going to down into a dungeon. Despite the warm temperature, Sam felt goose bumps all over her body. For some reason, her nudity bothered her as she descended; carefully she padded down the wooden stairs until she reached a corner that allowed her to enter the large room under the house.

It was poorly lit. Only a few sparse light bulbs illuminated the various sheet draped objects sitting against the walls and Sam suddenly felt small and insignificant as Kristen followed her out onto the floor.

"I haven't been down here for awhile." Kristen said, suddenly sounding a little timid herself.

Sam looked at the junior girl. "Kristen, if you're uncomfortable..." she trailed off as Kristen shook her head.

"No, I'm okay. Its just I have a lot of memories from down here." Kristen walked over to one of the large pieces of furniture and pulled the cover sheet off of it. It was a large wooden saw horse with the cross piece cut in an angle, allowing for a sharp point facing upward.

"What's that?" Asked Samantha, stepping up next to Kristen.

"It's a wooden pony. You have your victim straddle it. Depending on your height, you either put all your weight between your legs, or you get to stand on tip toes until your legs get tired and you sink down, doing the same thing." Kristen reached out and rested her hand on the smooth sanded wood. A dark stain glistened in the center.

"I spent many hours on this thing."

Sam's eyes widened. "Did it hurt?"

Kristen nodded. "Oh yes. But Calli always added something of a sexual nature to our sessions, so usually I had a vibrating egg inside me when on this thing. Calli wasn't into just hurting us, she wanted us to breach that division between pain and pleasure so that our reactions to sex were intensified. She took it a lot farther than any other sister or mistress."

Kristen moved on through the basement. She stopped and disrobed another object that had Sam mystified.

Kristen smiled. "Now this machine was fun. Calli called it the 'Twister'". Samantha studied the device. It was two tall posts with a cross piece that seemed to create a doorframe. Two thick hemp ropes were strung between the posts at chest height and attached to what looked like two cranks. Sam looked on in amazement.

"You stand here in the center and your arms get tied to a cross piece. The ropes go above and below your breasts. Then someone twists the ropes, which squeezes your breasts tight." Kristen said, raising a hand to lovingly caress the wooden frame.

"Did you spend a lot of time in this?" Sam asked, staring at the older girl.

Kristen nodded. "Calli used it to work on my nipples or clit, since you can cuff the victim's ankles too." She shook her head. "Ice cubes, hot wax, clamps, spiked rollers, weights, and even electrical toys were used." She said, describing a litany of torments that caused Sam to experience a momentary thrill that cascaded down her spine all the way to her loins. A small blush of wetness filled Sam's sex.

Kristen turned and uncovered another cloth draped device. Sam stood looking at it quizzically, trying to understand it. It was a waist high bench in the shape of a capital "T", with five foot high posts standing straight up at each end of the bench. A number of pulleys were mounted to the posts, three just a little higher than the bench itself, and three right at the top of the posts. A bucket full of chains lay next to the whole contraption.

"What is this thing?" Sam asked.

Kristen grinned. "Actually this was a pretty cool thing. It's a 'T' Spreader Restrainer. Its supposed to spread open your slave in a variety of ways so you can torment them as much as you want. I spent hours on this thing. I was usually pretty sore afterwards, but I had some mind blowing orgasms on it." Kristen turned and looked around the room. "Tami and I spent hours down here, sometimes with Tami getting tortured with me, sometimes with Tami helping to do it to me. Calli seemed to love watching us writhe." She shook her head.

Sam gave Kristen a sympathetic smile and again surveyed the room. There were still quite a few cloth covered items there in the basement, and Sam summoned an image of Kristen being tormented. It made her swallow hard and she let a single finger press against her clit. In a flash her mind was made up.

"Kristen? Do you want to know how Calli felt when she was torturing you?" Sam asked, a little breathless.

"Huh? What do you mean, Sam?" Kristen said, drawn from her own thoughts.

"Do you want to see what Calli experienced?" Sam said again, this time her voice sounding solid and sure.

"What Calli experienced?" Kristen said, still not following.

"You can put me on any of these machines, Kristen. I won't object. I'm willing. You can do to me what Calli did to you." Sam said, looking at Kristen resolutely.

Kristen stared at Samantha. "Do you have any idea what I endured down here? The hours of discomfort, of pain even, all for the sadistic pleasure of one woman?" Kristen asked in disbelief. She clapped her hand to her forehead. "Of course you don't!"

Samantha stepped close to the blond junior, taking her hand softly. "But I want too." She said. "I want to know what you endured, Kristen."

Kristen looked at Sam, tears in her eyes. It seemed to Sam as if something inside her Sister was breaking, and then Kristen's eyes hardened. "You've forgotten to use my title, pledge. At least three times. That will be another fifteen demerits recorded in the punishment book. You've also earned yourself a direct punishment from me." Kristen said, her voice hard.

Kristen pushed Sam forward until the pledging sophomore felt the soft padding of the "T" bench against her bottom. Kristen kept pushing and Sam hopped up onto the bench, letting Kristen push her backward so that her legs were dangling over the top portion of the "T". Sam laid back, a tiny smile on her face, as she heard Kristen running chains through the bottom set of pulleys on each post.

There was a tiny touch on the bottom of Sam's right foot and she felt Kristen buckling a heavy leather cuff around the ankle. The slight tinkle told Sam that her ankle had been chained to the post. Her other foot quickly followed and Sam looked up at Kristen who was squatting between Sam's dangling legs.

"Hope you like doing the splits." Kristen said nastily and began cranking a gear shaft under the table.

Sam felt the chains pulling on her ankles and in a few seconds felt her thighs ripple as her ankles began to be drawn toward the opposite pillars on each side of the crossbar. Her bottom began to slide downward as her legs were split wide apart and Sam groaned loudly as she felt the tension in her thighs radiate outward. The soft pink petals of Sam's wet sex split outward and Sam lifted herself up on her elbows and watched as Kristen stared at the exposed pussy like a hungry cat.

Finally the drawing was done and Kristen quickly moved around the cross bar to the stem of the "T" bench, cuffing Samantha's hands in cuffs and once more cranking a gear to lock the naked pledge in place. Sam quivered in excitement, the feeling of being restrained, with no control over what would happen, streaming through her. Kristen ran her fingers over Sam's breasts, watching as the young sophomore lay bound and tense on the bench.

"I think we should start with a minor whipping first, pledge, to remind you of your manners when addressing your elders." There was a slight whisper of wind and suddenly a sharp sting in Sam's left breast. Before Sam could even cry out Kristen swung again, striking Sam's other breast just as the poor girl squealed into the basement air. Sam clenched, straining against her bindings as she saw Kristen moving downward, between her legs. There was nothing Sam could do as the whip whistled down, smashing slashing into the pink slit between her legs.

Kristen swung the whip only three more times before falling to her knees. The blond junior dropped her whip and reached up, spreading the pink and puffy lips of Sam's sex. Kristen bent down and began lapping at Samantha's clit, running her tongue up and down the length of the punished slit.

Sam's moan of pleasure was twice as loud as the cries of pain she had let out when Kristen had whipped her, and she bucked her hips upward as Kristen continued to lick the soft heated flesh. Suddenly there was the sound of chains again and Kristen's mouth left Sam's clit. Sam looked up to see Kristen attaching a thinner chain to one of the posts her ankles was pulled against. A second chain quickly was attached to the other pillar and Sam saw that each chain ended in a thick rubber coated clamp. Kristen grinned wickedly as she grabbed each chain, pulling them down toward Sam's thighs.

The sharp pinch and pull of the clamp and chain on the fleshy lips of Sam's pussy caused the bound girl to tremble, biting her lip. In moments, her pussy was spread open wide, its reddish interior open to Kristen's site and desires.

Kristen moved around to Sam's head and dangled another set of chains.

"These go on your nipples, Sam." Kristen said, a slight chuckle of mischief in her voice. "Let me get these on, and then I have to go get a special toy for the rest of our little session." Kristen flicked her fingers at Sam's breasts until each nub tightened. With dexterous fingers Kristen attached the nipple clamps, then bent and gave Sam a light kiss. "I'll be back soon."

Sam nodded, her body tense as the footsteps of Kristen's departure filled the room. Samantha closed her eyes, her body a riot of sensation. She could feel her own juices leaking downward, the incessant tug of the nipple and pussy clamps on her body, and the steady ache in her arms and legs. Sam decided to try counting as the seconds ticked by until several minutes had passed. Finally, the soft but quick padding of feet on the wooden staircase announced Kristen's return.

"Oh my God, Kristen! She agreed to do this?" a voice sounded. Samantha opened her eyes to see one of the other sorority sisters standing above her, eyes wide.

There was a chuckling from Kristen. "She begged me to do it, Desiree. I'm beginning to understand why Calli kept me and Tami down here so much." Sam tried to look up at Kristen, but was unable to see what the junior was doing between her legs.

Kristen looked up at Desiree. "Get that thing on. I want this recorded."

Desiree nodded and Sam watched as the other sister lifted a camcorder. The bright red light glowed, indicating Sam's torment was being documented. Desiree turned the camcorder to Kristen who rose and smiled for the camera.

"Hello, today Samantha Mayfield has volunteered to break a very important record. Currently the record is sixteen minutes. Samantha will now keep the punishment phallus inside herself for thirty minutes."

Sam's eyes widened and she lifted her head. "Uh...Kristen?" Sam whispered, her body still tense.

Kristen hurried over and bent down. "Open your mouth, princess." Kristen said.

Sam opened her mouth, only to have a ball gag inserted.

Kristen stood up after putting in the gag and returned to the outstretched lower limbs of the restrained pledge.

With a flair for the dramatic, Kristen lifted the punishment phallus, its silver coat shining in the bare light. She swung it around a few times like a sword, then positioned it in the red flushed opening below her. Samantha groaned as it penetrated deep, arching her hips and rocking as it became embedded in her flesh. Kristen quickly strapped the holding bands in place around Sam's thighs and backed off, showing her watch to the camera and flipping on the phallus.

Immediately Samantha screamed into the gag as the first of the tiny electrical shocks began. Her body trembled on the bench, tugging painfully on the nipple and pussy clamps, shaking the chains. Kristen smiled, her eyes wide as Sam's eyes rolled wildly, her hips bouncing up and down.

Desiree kept filming, her tongue between her lips as she watched the delicately boned sophomore endure the stretching rack and punishment phallus. While not one of Calli's direct underlings, Desiree remembered seeing Kristen striped red, sore, tender, and exhausted. She knew that if anyone still in the sorority could match Calli's capability at torture, it would be Kristen.

Samantha's body began to settle into a regular rhythm as the punishment phallus pulsated and twisted around inside her. Her hips thrust back and forth, trying to move the phallus, but the straps holding the large intruder were securely buckled around her outstretched thighs. Desiree moved toward the head of the bench, pointing the camera down between the chains clamping Sam's nipples. Kristen had dropped a small pillow on the floor between Sam's legs on the opposite side of the bench. Kristen knelt and bent her head forward.

The touch of Kristen's tongue on Sam's clit was like a massive surge of caffeine into the blood stream. Sam turned red and flushed as the combination of the phallus and Kristen's tender lick became to much and the first orgasm exploded through her. Still only ten or so minutes into her ordeal, Kristen continued, alternating her fingers and tongue while probing the tender nub before her.

Sam closed her eyes, arching her back. The first explosion faded quickly only to be replaced by another rising wave. Over and over it crashed into her, forcing her muscles to contract, her body to shake, her heart to pound. She bit down into her gag, wanting to cry out, to scream, to beg it to stop, to beg for it to continue. Overwhelmed with adrenaline she thrashed her head, feeling the vibrations move her body, which only tugged on the nipple clamps.

Desiree was wishing she had a tripod, as she slowly used a single finger to rub her own clit as she recorded Samantha's punishment. Kristen's head was bobbing down again, sucking Sam's clit upward into the mouth of torment as the waves of pleasure went on and on. A glistening sheen of moisture had formed all over Samantha's body and Desiree thought she could actually feel the heat pouring of the sophomore.

Suddenly Kristen stood and moved around the table. She bent over Sam's head and quickly unbuckled the ball gag, pulling it out quickly. Sam cried out, working her jaw and then began pleading nonsensically to Kristen. Desiree watched as Kristen quickly yanked down her own shorts, revealing her perfectly shaved slit, and then straddled Sam's face.

Kristen dropped down, squatting over Sam. "Lick me, pledge."

Desiree knelt down, letting the camera frame Sam's nose as it pressed up into Kristen's slit, and then the tilting as Sam extended her own tongue upward. Soon Kristen was also moaning, matching the bound and tormented girl below. Sam continued to buck and as each new wave of electrical shocks hit her, she would bury her mouth in Kristen's pussy and scream, sending waves of ecstasy through both Kristen and Desiree.

With her legs spread wide, the punishment phallus rammed and tied in place, Sam could barely concentrate on the soft sweetness above her. Kristen dipped lower and began sliding her slit back and forth across Samantha's face, literally fucking her nose and mouth until finally Kristen let out a tiny squeal of triumph and rose, her sex dripping.

Sam gasped for air and Desiree moved round, still filming, taking in the glistening wetness of Sam's face. The camera was panned downward for another look at the chains and clamps that cruelly spread Samantha's sex wide, the skin taut and red. Kristen pulled her shorts back on and thrust her watch back under the camera.

"Twenty three minutes. Sam's already broken the record. But we want it to be hard for the next person..." Kristen moved over to Samantha and knelt by her head, gently stroking her hair.

"Sam...can you keep it in another eight minutes? Darling? Can you?"

Sam opened her eyes, seeing Kristen's smiling face in a red haze. She shook her head, her eyes glazed with a mixture of ecstasy and agony. Kristen gave a small frown of disappointment. Standing up, Kristen moved down between Samantha's legs and touched the punishment phallus. Immediately Samantha's wild gyrations stopped. The bound girl lay panting, her hard breaths filling the basement dungeon. Her skin glistened with a sheen of perspiration, her stretched muscles still protesting their spread position.

"Sam? You all right?" Kristen asked, hastily reaching to the far side of the spreader bench to release Sam's right ankle. Sam lifted her head up and looked down between her clamped breasts. She nodded and gave a small groan, letting her head drop down as Kristen moved back around to the front of the bench, removing the clamps and wrist cuffs, eliciting another painful groan from Sam's lips.

Desiree continued to watch in interest, however she had ceased her video taping. She stepped up and smiled down at Samantha. "That was one of the most kick ass things I've seen, pledge. You're going to be a lot of fun."

Kristen chuckled. "Come on Dee. Let's get her up to my room for a shower and some rest before tonight. You know what she'll have to endure this evening." Carefully, Kristen slipped an arm under Samantha's shoulder and lifted her up, helping her off the bench. Sam could barely stand and Desiree moved forward, supporting the pledge's other side. Together, the three girls moved out of the dungeon, up toward light and warmth, but not out of sexual darkness.

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