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Hell Week Ch. 01-03

By: medic45



 This story is fiction. This is the first of several parts. The people, places and organizations described in the story do not exist. If you are not a fan of female supremacy you probably will not like this story. Constructive criticism and comments are always welcome.

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Chapter 1: Introduction

Have you ever been obligated to do something even though you really didn't want to do it? Sometimes we feel outside pressures that force us to do things that, if we had a choice, we probably wouldn't do. That's how it was when I joined the Alpha Fraternity in college. My dad and brothers had both pledged the Alphas and I knew I was expected to follow in their footsteps.

I attended a mid-sized college in the Midwest. It was about 50 miles from Chicago. Student enrollment was about 5000. I chose it for three reasons. First was its scholastic reputation. I checked out some facts on the internet and found over 80% of those graduating had found jobs in their selected field within one year of graduation. That number was higher than any of the other colleges I was thinking about attending. 

Second was the location. It was close enough to home to allow me to visit when I wanted to, yet far enough away that I could explore my independence. I also liked the campus. There was a lot of open space. The older facilities had been renovated over the past several years and others had been replaced with newer versions. I also liked the fact that I could live on campus. The school was located in a community much like the one I grew up in. I was a small town boy and I didn't have any desire to go to one of those huge Big-10 schools where life seemed to revolve around sports. 

The third reason I decided to attend Baxter was the fact that my Father and two older brothers had also graduated from there. In fact, my dad told me that if I didn't attend Baxter, then I could pay my own tuition. That was definitely the deciding factor. 

I enjoyed my freshman year. I met a lot of new friends and worked hard to keep up with my studies. I found time to do some partying and experience college life to its fullest. I attended some of the frat parties throughout the year and became friends with a few of the brothers from the Alpha Fraternity. They tried to get me to pledge the frat since I would be a legacy member. Both of my brothers and my father had been Alpha members and my new buddies assured me that I wouldn't have any trouble getting in.

I decided against joining during my freshman year as I knew I would need to devote a lot of time to my schoolwork. I had never been a great student, but with hard work, had managed to maintain a solid B average throughout high school. I told the Alphas that if I decided to join a fraternity I would definitely choose to be an Alpha.

When my dad found out that I had not pledged his old fraternity he threatened to cut off my funding. I explained my reasons to him and told him I would reconsider during my sophomore year. By then I would know how to manage my time and studies better. He accepted my explanation but I knew what he expected the following year.

As I left for college my Sophomore year my dad reminded me of his expectations and what would happen if I chose not to pledge the family fraternity. I told him that I had already made up my mind and was looking forward to becoming an Alpha brother. Pledge season started in mid-September with a few mixers and parties. Anyone interested in joining one of the Greek organizations had to submit an application to them by October 1st. Those who were accepted would go through the customary hazing which would terminate with hell week. Hell week was scheduled for the first week in November.

As promised, I had no problem getting through the application process. I knew that applicants who had family members who were alumni of the fraternity were given special consideration during the application and hazing process, so I really wasn't worried about being turned down. Our pledge master was George. He brought all of the applicants together for a meeting prior to the start of our pledging.

He provided us with a notebook which outlined all of the information we were required to recite on demand. He told us that we would be required to perform any task that a brother requested of us. He also said that we might be summoned to appear at the frat house at any hour of the day or night, and would be punished if we failed any of our assignments.

George's assistant was Matt. He was a junior and would be taking over as pledge master the following year. Matt told us that we could expect to be humiliated while serving as a pledge. He said we might be required to do things that we find distasteful, but it is doubtful that anything will cause us bodily harm. He said that either he or George would be present during the initiation and that their job would be to ensure the safety of all of the pledges. 

I had heard of some of the drinking games that the pledges were required to do. There were also the kidnappings in the middle of the night where the pledge was blindfolded and left along some rural road with nothing but a tee-shirt and pair of shorts to wear. The pledge had to find his way back to the frat house to retrieve his clothes, wallet and other possessions before returning to his dorm.

I heard stories about how the pledges had to clean the frat house on hands and knees and how they received a paddling now and then for inspiration. They were required to strip to their underwear while at the frat house, even when there were female guests visiting. Dad told me that the pledging experience was designed to build teamwork and brotherhood among the pledges. He said that the more the pledges worked together, the less the brothers messed with them. It was when a pledge separated himself from the others that the initiation could become unbearable.

"Your final test before being inducted into the fraternity is known as hell week." George said. "The Greek Council has proposed making some changes to the way hell week is conducted. Those proposed changes are the result of an accident that occurred during hell week a couple of years ago. I will provide more information when it becomes available."

Matt added. "During hell week you will be on your own. Your success or failure will be up to you and the rest of your pledge class."

I was surprised that there were only six in our pledge class, me and five freshmen. Normally the Alphas received over 20 applications for membership each year. Their average pledge class was between 12 and 15 students. Most of the pledges were freshmen. Typically a few of the pledges dropped out during the hazing process resulting in about 10 new brothers being inducted each year.

The brothers put us through our paces for the next four weeks. It was just as my dad had told me. Being a legacy member, the brothers took it easier on me than they had to. In fact, I think they took it easy on everyone during the weeks leading up to hell week. They did find various ways to humiliate us. This was typically done in the privacy of the frat house. Occasionally there were visitors present including some of the sisters of neighboring sororities. 

We arrived at the frat house on the Sunday evening prior to the beginning of Hell week. We were invited to get some beer and then meet George and Matt in the meeting room. They had some information for us about hell week that they felt we should know.

George told us how well we had done as a pledge class. He said that we had worked well as a team and remained positive throughout the hazing process. He also said we would need to work as a team and support each other in order to get through the coming week. We had not lost anyone out of class to date, and we were determined that we would all complete hell week as well.

"We are operating in unchartered waters." Matt began. "This year hell week will be a little different than it has been in the past. We really don't know what to expect, and unfortunately, we won't have any control over what happens. Let's start with a little history."

He told us of an incident that occurred a couple of years ago involving one of the fraternities and a couple of pledges from one of the sororities. The incident occurred during hell week. He said that none of the parties involved were Alphas, but the resulting publicity was bad for the college, and especially the Greek system.

Matt told the story of how several of the pledges from one of the fraternities had kidnapped several sorority pledges as part of hell week. After blindfolding them, the girls were taken to the frat house where they were given spice and ecstasy. They had already been drinking and were probably a little drunk. The girls were forced to give all of the pledges blow jobs. Things got a little out of hand after that and soon several of the brothers forced themselves on the girls as well. By this time the girls were unconscious due to the drugs and had no clue what was happening.

The girls were dumped off at their sorority house where they were found the next morning by their sisters. Fortunately none of the girls was seriously injured, but they did make a complaint against the fraternity and the college which was investigated by the campus police.

Since the girls were blindfolded and drugged throughout the incident, they could not positively identify the subjects involved. There was insufficient physical evidence as well so the police had to close their investigation without making any arrests.

The Greek Council, which governs the actions of all of the sororities and fraternities on campus, was also asked to investigate the incident by the school administration. The administration did not want a repeat of this type of incident so the council was given a directive to come up with new guidelines for pledging and especially for the hazing that occurred during hell week.

The council is made up of representatives from each of the Greek organizations on campus. A president is elected by the council to preside over meetings and a faculty advisor is elected to serve as a liaison with the college administration. At the time of the incident, half of the council was representing fraternities and half representing sororities. The President was a member of the Epsilon Fraternity so any close votes tended to be decided in the favor of the fraternities.

The council performed its investigation and instituted some new policies to better regulate hazing. The open enrollment period during which the sororities and fraternities could recruit perspective members was reduced from four to two weeks and the hazing period was reduced from eight to four weeks culminating with hell week during the first week of November. The rationale was reducing the length of the process would make it more manageable.

The members of the sororities were livid. They felt that more stringent changes were needed. They also felt that not enough was done to expose and punish the fraternity responsible for the kidnapping and rape. As expected, the vote was a tie with the fraternities voting for the new changes and the sororities voting against them. The tie was broken by the president, a member of the Epsilon Fraternity. 

George continued the story. He said that when the election for council president was held the following spring, Penny Thornton, a Sigma sorority sister won. It was the first time that a female would serve as council president.

"She pulled a fast one on the fraternities." Matt added. "She convinced one of her friends to nominate Rich Anderson to run against Josh Mathews for the presidency. Several of the sorority representatives convinced Rich that he could mend the fences separating the fraternities and sororities on the council. The sisters said that they would support him if he ran. When he did, he split the frat vote with Josh and all of the sororities voted for Penny. She easily won the election."

George went on to explain that when the council reconvened the following fall, the sororities had the power to push through changes that would affect the composition of the council. Penny had the ability to break any tie votes so all she had to do was ensure that all of the sororities were represented at each meeting and voted together as a block. She would always have a meeting with the sorority members prior to the council meeting to ensure everyone was on the same page and knew how to vote.

First, she got a new Faculty Advisor elected. Her choice was the Dean of the Business School, Priscilla Wilson. Professor Wilson was a known feminist and would support anything involving women's rights. Next she got the Council to raise the minimum GPA to maintain a charter from 2.0 to 3.0. Each organization was given until the end of the school year to meet the new GPA. Those that didn't would be placed on probation and lose their voting rights on the council. Failure to meet the new standard after being placed on probation would result of revocation of their charter. Several of the fraternities faced the possibility of probation by the end of the year. 

Next she introduced two new sororities who she had recruited to be chartered at Baxter. The first was the Omegas. Currently there was not a sorority that catered to the female athletes on campus. There was a fraternity that catered to the male athletes but nothing for the women. Penny felt that was unfair. The second sorority was the Lambdas. The Lambdas focused on recruiting minorities. Penny said that African American and Latino students were not afforded the same opportunity to join many of the existing Greek organizations as white students. Therefore, she thought it was appropriate to create a sorority that would cater to those groups of students. Both groups were approved for probationary charters and would be evaluated again at the end of the school year. If they received their charter, they would become voting members on the council.

"By the end of the school year the athletic fraternity, the Gammas, failed to meet the new GPA requirement." George continued. "The Omegas and Lambdas were both granted their charters and became voting members on the council. That meant there were now 14 voting sororities and 11 voting fraternities represented on the council. Penny was reelected as president so the sororities also controlled the tie breaker and had the backing of the faculty advisor."

"Penny's latest initiative is to revisit how hell week is conducted." Matt added. "The council passed the new procedures last week which is why we haven't discussed it prior to tonight."

George explained that beginning on the Monday night of hell week and continuing through Saturday night, each fraternity will pair up with a sorority each night. The pairings will be by a random drawing so that the pledges will not know what group they will be paired with each night. A list of activities has been compiled and distributed to each sorority. The pledge master of the sororities will determine which activities will be performed each night. She may also make minor adjustments to the activities to make them more effective. Since there are more sororities than fraternities, two fraternities will have to split their pledge class each night.

"You can expect to provide six nights of total service to the sororities." Matt said. "I'm sure some of the sororities were creative in coming up with activities for you to complete. The fact that they will be done in mixed company could make things more interesting, but also more humiliating. All I can tell you is to try to stick together as brothers. Support each other and work as a team whenever possible."

George told us we would be given three opportunities to bail out of the process. However, if we bailed, we would forfeit our opportunity to be inducted into the fraternity. 

"The first opportunity would be tomorrow night." He said. "The pledge master will read you a statement concerning hell week. You will be required to acknowledge that you understand the proceedings and sign a waiver stating you are participating of your own free will. If you refuse to sign you will be asked to leave and you will forfeit your opportunity to be inducted. If you sign the waiver you will not be allowed to leave until all of the night's activities are completed."

"The second opportunity to bail will come before Tuesday night's activities." George continued. "If you indicate that you want to continue, you will not be allowed to leave until all of Tuesday's activities are completed."

"Your last opportunity to quit will come at the completion of activities on Tuesday." George advised. "After completing all of the night's activities you will again be asked if you want to quit. If you indicate that you want to continue, you will be told where to report for Wednesday's activities. You will also be required to participate in all of the activities scheduled for the remainder of the week. If you fail to show up as directed, there will be consequences."

Matt continued. "The fraternities do not know what has been planned or the format of what will take place each night. We have been told that the activities on Monday through Thursday will begin at 7 pm and conclude by 10 pm so everyone can attend their classes the following day. Friday and Saturday night's activities will begin a 7 pm and conclude when they are done. We were also told that a faculty advisor will be present at each sorority to ensure that activities don't get out of hand."

"Does anyone have any questions?" George asked. "If not, I want to wish you all good luck. Tomorrow you are to report to the Mu Sorority house. The Mu Sorority is a service sorority. They do a lot of charity work and raise money to support children's and women's health. They are one of our smaller sororities, averaging about 30-40 members each year."

Chapter 2: Monday

We arrived as a group at the Mu house. Six Alpha pledges ready to endure whatever humiliations the sorority sisters had devised. We were led into the foyer and blindfolded by a women we assumed to be the pledge master of the sorority. We were led down some stairs to what we assumed was the basement of the sorority house. We heard a lot of giggling as we followed the unknown women. We were lined up in front of the group of women.

Gentlemen, and this is the last time you will be addressed as such, welcome to your first night of hell week. I assume your pledge master has briefed you of the changes to hell week. If you want to be inducted as an Alpha, you must show your worthiness by suffering for the entertainment and pleasure of our sisters. Before we start, I have been instructed by the Greek Council to read this statement. Afterwards you will be required to sign it indicating you are here of your own free will.

She began reading the statement. "Pledges of the Fraternities at Baxter College. You have chosen to join your selected fraternity of your own free will. Part of the application process involves your demonstration of loyalty and worthiness to your chosen fraternity. You have endured various activities over the past four weeks at the hands of your brothers to be. Now, to prove yourself worthy, you will spend a week of serving the sororities of Baxter as well. Welcome to Hell week."

She continued reading. "For the next six nights you will be directed to serve the sisters of one of the sororities on campus. You will perform any tasks as directed by the sisters. These tasks may be humiliating to you and even painful. Some of the tasks may even be sexual in nature. You may refuse any task, but if you do, you will receive a penalty. You will also be penalized if you fail to complete the tasks assigned to you."

"Are there any questions so far?" she asked.

I shook my head no, and I assumed the others did as well.


Hell Week Ch. 01-03



"Good," she said. "We can continue."

She continued reading. "Unlike our sisters who were kidnapped and gang raped two years ago, you will be given three opportunities to quit the process; once before we start tonight, once before tomorrow's activities are started, and again after tomorrow night's activities are completed. If you agree to participate in tonight's activities, you will not be allowed to leave until we are through with you, just like our sisters two years ago. The same is true for tomorrow's activities. If, after tomorrow night's activities are completed, you give up your final opportunity to quit, then you will be required to complete all the activities necessary to complete your week of hell.

She asked us if we understood and if there were any questions. There were none.

She continued reading. "You will each be given a safe word. If you use your safe word during the night, you will automatically fail the activity you are performing and suffer the appropriate penalty. All penalties will be performed to completion. If you use your safe word three times during the night, you will also earn a demerit. On Saturday night, there will be a series of competitions pitting the sorority pledges against the fraternity pledges. The winners of each contest will earn points. The loser will receive a penalty. Each pledge must earn 10 points to be eligible to be inducted into their sorority or fraternity they have pledged. If the pledge received any demerits during the week, they will be deducted from any points earned during the competition."

"For example," She continued. "If you earn one demerit during the week, you will need to earn 11 points on Saturday to be inducted. Are there any questions?"

"What happens if we make it through the week but don't earn the required number of points to be inducted?" I asked. 

"That's a good question." She replied. "There will be ways to earn additional points after the competition is finished. You will be given the details if and when that time comes."

She asked if there were any other questions. There were not any. She asked us if we chose to show our dedication to the Alpha Fraternity by submitting to the Mu Sorority for the evening. We all said we did. She handed us each a copy of the statement she had read. She had us remove our blindfolds, read and sign the document.

I signed the document as did my 5 comrades. We turned the documents into the woman and for the first time looked around the room. There were about 30 women assembled and sitting in a semicircle around a raised platform. We were told to get on the platform and place our hands behind our backs.

"Clasp your hands together." The woman said. "Don't release them or you will fail the first test."

A moment later a group of women entered the room. There were nearly 20 of them and they all wore the skimpiest swimsuits I had ever seen. There were two tiny triangles of cloth with a string attached that went around their backs and another that tied around their neck. The bottoms consisted of a narrow strip of fabric that covered their sex and disappeared into the crack of their ass. It emerged from their ass and tied to fabric that stretched around the waist. 

The women were of various sizes. Some petite while others were robust. Some had trouble keeping their breasts covered, either because the patches of fabric were too tiny or because their tits flopped around without the support of a bra. The same could be said for their bottoms. 

"This is the pledge class of Mu Sorority." The pledge master said. "Although they are pledges to the sorority, tonight they are your superior, just as all women should be your superior. I would also like to introduce you to our faculty advisor, Professor Hanna Jorgensen. She is a professor in the psychology department and will monitor tonight's activities to ensure that the rules are followed."

I looked the pledge class over. 18 pledges. That was a ratio of 3 to 1. It also meant that there were now about 50 women watching our every move. Some of the pledges were hot and given other circumstances, would be high on my target list. Others were six packers. They were the ones that required you to drink a six pack of beer before they started to look good. One or two fell into the "not" category. No amount of beer could make them look good.

Prof. Jorgensen was a woman in her late 40's. She was not a bad looker if you were into older woman. She had blond hair and a solid build. She was tall and looked to be Scandinavian. She talked with a slight accent and seemed amused by the proceedings. I think she enjoyed our predicament. She sat in the back of the room and was wearing a halter top that barely corralled her ample bosom and pants that appeared to be riding britches. I found out later that she was an accomplished equestrian and coached the women's equestrian team. She had just come from an evening ride.

The group of pledges stood behind us so all of the sisters had a good view. They were ordered to strip the male pledges down to their underwear. Fortunately we were all wearing something appropriate. I had on a pair of white briefs, as did most of our group. Tom was the exception. He wore boxers. I noticed that the pledge standing behind me brushed her hand against my cock as she lowered my pants. She paused there for a minute before continuing. I head a little giggle as she did.

"OK Alpha pledges," the pledge master said. "On your knees. Back straight and head forward. Put your hands on your head and leave them there."

She told the first six Mu pledges to stand facing us with their crotch as close to our face as possible but not touching. Soon there was a pussy in each of our faces. The female pledges were told to maintain that position for 5 minutes. When the time was up they were told to turn and bend over so their asses were in our faces. They spread their legs for added effect. Another 5 minutes passed.

The positions had to be embarrassing for the nearly naked females. For me, it was stimulating because I had drawn one of the best looking pledges there. She was a strawberry blonde and had a nice body. Her suit, or lack of one, showed off all of her curves. She had a flat belly and ample breasts. Most important to me was the bubble butt she presented before me. I loved women who had enough ass to fill out their jeans properly and I was sure this girl would fill hers perfectly. She probably weighed about 110. She was lean and trim and it was obvious she worked out regularly. By the end of the first 5 minutes my erection was rising, at the end of the next, it was dripping and my undies were tenting. My state was obvious to all who cared to look, and many were.

"Girls, turn around and grab the cock in front of you." The pledge master announced. "If it is erect, the pledge has failed. All males must ask permission prior to getting an erection. The penalty is a paddling. "

We had been set up. They had picked their first six pledges well. All were beautiful girls and succeeded in earning us our first exposure to the paddle. They wheeled six devices onto stage. Each device was made from two plywood sheets mounted on a frame. The sheets were about 4 feet long by 4 feet wide. The top edge was hinged. The panels were opened at the bottom until they were about 3 foot apart. A bar locked the panels in the desired position. The resulting device looked like a 'Figure A' when looked at from the end. There were eyelets along the lower part of the sides that could be used to secure someone into place. A stool was placed beside each of the devices. Each of us was required to mount one of the devices and straddle it. When in position, the stool was removed and we realized the purpose of the device.

As we straddled the device we realized that our genitalia would be trapped between the hinged edge of the panels and the weight of our bodies. Since the panels formed an inverted 'V', it quickly became painful to straddle the device. We were told to bend forward and our arms were attached to two eyelets on the panels, pulling our torsos down and securing us so we couldn't move. The stool was removed and our legs were similarly attached. Our ass was prominently displayed and available for the upcoming paddling. 

"This device is known as the pony." The pledge master explained. "We call it the pony because it's just like riding a horse. As you can see, the longer you are attached to it, the more painful it becomes." 

Each of the Mu pledges had their way with us. We each received six strokes, one from each girl. When it was over we were released told to get back into our kneeling position on stage. The next set of pledges were about to get into position. The scenario was repeated. This time, I drew one of the larger girls. Her bottom didn't cover her sex well. There was pussy hair hanging out and it was obvious she had a full patch of thick curls. Although she smelled of arousal. I managed to keep my cock in check for the first 5 minutes. She turned around and bent over. I could see more of her now. I could smell her increasing arousal. When the 10 minutes were up I had managed to avoid another trip to the pony.

During the third round I drew a red head. I have always found red heads to be sexy, and tonight was no different. I knew my ass would take a beating because I knew my cock would soon be responding to this girl. She had nice sized melons that didn't want to stay in their halter and her ass was full and round. When she bent over to shove it in my face I was tempted to stick my tongue out for a taste. Discretion proved to be a smarter move.

I earned my second trip to the horse. I bent over the horse while waiting for the pledge master, whose name I had learned was Sandy, to pronounce the penalty.

"This is a second offense." Sandy said. "So we will double the punishment. Two strokes from each of the pledges in this group. That's a total of 12."

The second activity had the males lying on benches which were placed on the platform. The benches raised us about 30" off the floor. We were secured on our backs with straps around our chest, waist and legs. Our arms remained free but we were unable to get up without removing the straps. A portable toilet was placed over our heads with our faces sticking up through the seat. I had heard of queening and could guess what the next activity would be.

"I'm sure you have all heard of musical chairs." Sandy said. "This is our version. We will play music. The pledges will begin circling the toilets. When the music stops, each pledge will pick one of the toilets and sit on it. Her goal will be to get the male under her toilet to submit. She can do whatever she likes, but cannot use her hands or feet. She will have 60 seconds before the music resumes and she has to get up. For safety, the male will keep one of his arms raised while being smothered. If he drops his arm, it will signal his submission or that he has become unresponsive. Either case will earn him a point. The Mu pledge will immediately get up so the male's welfare can be evaluated. If a male does not submit, the female earns the point. Three points earns the pledge a penalty. Each round will consist of 6 matches and the points are accumulative."

This was more sexual than the first event and everyone knew they could use their safe word, but since no one was naked, everyone chose to participate. 

The first heat started and the girls walked around the toilets. When the music stopped the girls quickly found a seat. I couldn't see what was going on because I had a cute ass sitting on my face. She was doing all she could to smother me. It was the same strawberry blonde who had caught my attention earlier in the evening. I was actually enjoying her efforts and stuck my tongue out for a taste. She started rubbing herself on my tongue and nose. If I didn't know better I would have thought she was trying to get herself off. It was difficult to breath, but I managed. After about 30 seconds I could smell her arousal. My cock was rigid. With about 15 seconds left the pledge spread her cheeks and pushed hard against my nose. I could smell the aroma from her asshole. The music started and she had to get up. One point for her. None for me.

The second match was more difficult. The pledge was a massive woman who probably weighed at least 300 lbs. As she sat, her ass covered my mouth and her belly rested on the rest of my face, effectively smothering me. It was like I was in a vacuum each time I tried to breathe. I panicked. Being in a position where you can't breathe was something I had never experienced. I tried holding my breath but after 45 seconds I was totally done. I lowered my arm in submission. By the end of the first round I had earned 4 points, enough for a penalty. 

Each match became more and more difficult. The second round was made up of the larger pledges. Several were over 200 lbs. but none were as large as the girl in the first round. I managed to finish with 4 additional points. By the last round we were all trying to catch our breath. These women were not as large as the preceding women, but we had been worn down. In the end I received 4 more points for a total of 12 points. That earned me a total of 4 strokes from each of the pledges.

We were placed back on the ponies for our 72 strokes. This time we were not secured but were told we would receive bonus strokes if we moved during the punishment, 5 for each occurrence.

We each straddled the pony to receive our punishments. After about 30 strokes the pony had taken its toll on my balls. I had to get some relief and moved to rearrange my package.

"That will cost you 5 bonus strokes." Sandy said. "And you still have over 40 to go from the pledges. Girls, I think your strokes will be more effective if you slow them down a bit. How about one every 20 to 30 seconds?"

I ended up repositioning 4 more times earning me a total of 25 bonus strokes. Several of my comrades had earned bonus strokes as well. Sandy asked for volunteers from the audience to administer them. Walking up behind me was Hanna Jorgensen. She was indeed a tall woman, standing over 6 foot tall. I couldn't help but notice how strong she looked. Her upper chest and arm muscles were well developed, but what really caught my attention was her ass as she circled me. There is something about a woman wearing riding britches that is so sexy. The way they stretch to support a woman's butt is an instant turn on. Prof. Jorgensen was no different. She had added a few extra pounds of padding back there over the years, but she was definitely hot for a woman of her age. 

"Whap", the first stroke landed and my ass was on fire. It had been thoroughly warmed by the pledges. None of them hit with the power of this woman. Whap, Whap, Whap. Three in a row then a pause. She continued with the unpredictable strokes until she reached 15. I dared not move, although she left me there contemplating my thoughts for a few minutes.

Suddenly I felt the sting of a riding crop. It swished through the air and landed like a swarm of bees on my ass. Nine more times she landed and when she was done, she had me thank her by kissing her ass.

The final activity of the night had us lined up on stage facing the crowd. In front of each of us was a basket full of clothes pins. 

"This is a timed event." Sandy said. "The goal is to attach as many clothes pins to the male's body within 6 minutes. At the end of the six minutes the number of pins will be counted. Girls, you can attach them to any exposed skin, but you can't use your hands. Instead, you must pick the pins up with your mouth. Whoever attaches the most pins in each round will get the privilege of removing all of the pins from each boy using Hanna's crop."

We were standing with our legs spread and our arms tied behind our back. This left us exposed to the torments of the women. All we had to do was manage to endure those biting pins until they were removed. We could use our safe word, but if we did, we would receive further torment.

During the first round a cute dark haired girl managed to attach 8 pins to my body. She went for my ears, nipples and even managed to get one to stay attached to my belly button. She didn't win the round as one of the girls placed 12 pins on my buddy Tom. She got to whip all of the pins off each of us. Tom was last to feel relief.

The girls of the second heat must have paid attention. They focused on the ears placing three on each of my earlobes. My lower lip was next, with four placed there, and by my upper lip followed with 4 more of the biting creatures placed there. One was placed on each of my nipples before time ran out. Sixteen in all made her the winner of the heat. She whipped the pins off each of us saving mine for last. The ones attached to my lips took several swats before they released. My eyes were watering by the time the last pin had been removed.

By the end of the third round my nipples were on fire. I had two pins attached to each nipple. Each nostril had one attached and three on each ear. 12 pins in all. Not enough to win the heat. The winner relieved my pain first, which was fine with me. 

By the end of the night we had suffered the humiliation and pain we had been promised. None of us used our safe word. I had actually enjoyed parts of the evening. Some of the pledges were really cute and I would consider asking one or two of them out despite the torments they put us through. We were asked if we wanted to continue tomorrow. We all agreed that we did. We were told that Tuesday was our night to serve two sororities. We had been told we would have to do this at some point, so it was good to get it out of the way now before committing to the entire week. 

Sandy placed six envelopes on the table. She said the cards inside the envelopes had the name of the sorority we were to serve printed on them. The envelope I picked had a card with Lambda Sorority printed on it. Tom and Rob did as well. We were each given a package and told to wear it during the day on Tuesday. We were told that any of the Mu sisters could stop and inspect us to see if we were wearing it. We would earn a demerit if we weren't. She also told us it was all that we would be allowed to wear tomorrow night.

"Be sure to wear it if you don't want to go naked." She said.

Chapter 3: Tuesday

Tuesday was a light day for me. I didn't have any classes until 11 am so I was able to sleep in for a while. I needed the rest after last night. My body was a little sore, but none the worse for wear. I opened the package I had received from Sandy. It was a pair of woman's panties. They were pink in color and had white lace trimming the small triangle of fabric that made up the front. The back side had a thin piece of fabric that met at the waist line and I then realized that these were thong panties. The package said one size fits most. I was sure it didn't mean men.

I put them on and they barely covered my package. They were tight fitting and the thong immediately ran up between my ass cheeks. My ass felt naked and my cock and balls didn't feel much better.

During my first class I noticed a girl glancing over at me. It was the strawberry blonde from last night. After recognizing her I blushed a little every time she looked my way. She was with a group of three other girls when she walked my way after class. We exchanged greetings. She told me her name was Beth. I recognized one of her friends as another Mu pledge but the other two girls didn't look familiar to me. Beth invited me to have some lunch with her which I gladly accepted. Her friends said their goodbyes and Beth and I headed off to the student lounge to get something to eat.

As we walked across campus to the student lounge Beth grabbed my butt. She felt it for a minute and said she just needed to inspect me. I blushed again. She said I had better get used to it as I might be wearing them often as she liked a guy who wore panties.




Hell Week Ch. 01-03



We talked over lunch. Beth said she hoped I wasn't too embarrassed about what happened last night. She said she enjoyed herself at our expense. I told her I could tell she enjoyed herself at least once. She blushed a little and then smiled. I told her I would love to see her again. I told her I was tied up with hell week this week, but hopefully we could get together next week. We exchanged numbers and emails and headed off to our next class.

The Lambda sorority was one of the two new sororities on campus. They recruited minorities, although all women were welcomed to join if they liked. Tom, Bob and I arrived a little early on Tuesday. We knew that tardiness or failure to show up would result in additional punishment and none of us wanted that.

The door was opened by a black woman. She introduced herself as Chenille and said she was president of the sorority. She invited us in and confirmed we were from Alpha Fraternity and were here to participate in the second night of hell week. She asked if we were here of our own free will. We said we were. She handed us the same documents that we read at the Mu house and told us to sign them if we wanted to continue.

She said she would also serving as pledge master and that all of the sisters had assembled in the meeting room. We followed her to the basement where there were about 25 women milling around drinking wine and beer. The women made their way to their seats and we were directed to stand on a platform facing the assembled women.

In the back of the room was an older black woman. I recognized her. She was my economics teacher Professor Simon. She was hard on all of the male students and rumor had it she was a devote feminist. She wore glasses and had a touch of gray in her hair. She was about 5'6" and had an ample body. Her tits were huge and her ass was proportionally large.

The other women in the room were mostly a combination of African American and Latinos. There were all shapes and sizes represented. They all seemed to be enjoying themselves. It was obvious they had been drinking since early evening. 

We stood in front of the group. Chenille called out for the Lambda pledges to enter the room. A group of 15 women entered the room. A few of them were Latino and the remainder were ebony skinned. They were dressed similarly to what the Mu pledges wore the previous night. They stood before us with their backs to their sisters.

"Lambda pledges," Chenille said. "Strip the Alphas to their underwear."

We wore the thong panties provided the previous night. As we were striped we heard cat calls and some whistling. There were some indecent propositions and some remarks about what they were going to do to us before the night was through. The drunken state of some of these women had me concerned, and if last night was any indication, the faculty advisor wouldn't be helping us much.

"On your knees Alphas." Chenille demanded. "Begin by kissing the feet of the superior women who stand before you. They are still only pledges to us, but to you they are goddesses. You will serve them, and us, for the rest of the evening."

We got on our knees and crawled to each of the pledges, kissing each of their feet in the process. When finished we were told to bow while still on hands and knees and pledge our servitude to all of the women present.

Chenille announced. "Tonight's first activity is called blind man's bluff. Each of you will be blindfolded and kneeling with your hands tied behind your back. One of our pledges will stand before you and allow you to sniff her sex. She will hold you there for 5 minutes so you can learn her smell. All of the ladies will then line up and you will go from lady to lady sniffing her in search of your pledge. You will have 10 minutes to find her."

I was kneeling on the platform and blindfolded when the first pledge pulled my face into her sex. From her scent I guessed that she was black. I had heard that black women have a strong aroma when aroused and if that was the case, this woman proved the theory. After five minutes she released me and assisted me off the platform. I was told to crawl to the first woman. I could sniff each woman for a maximum of 15 seconds before having to move on.

As I crawled from woman to woman I learned they had all stripped to their undies to make things more difficult. Some had stripped naked. I sniffed at several of the women but none seemed to be the one I was looking for. While I was sniffing the third woman I came to she grabbed me by the ears and forced me into her sex. She rubbed my face up and down until she was sure I had a good smell and then released me. All I could smell now was her sex and I knew I was doomed for failure.

When my time was up I didn't have a clue. I guessed it was woman number 15. I was led to number 15 and allowed to remove my blindfold. Professor Simon was standing in front of me.

"So you like my smell." She said. "I'm not the one you were looking for, but we can certainly arrange some future meetings if you like. See me after class tomorrow. I think you're going to get some special tutoring until you pass my class." 

The second round began as soon as the first ended. There was no discussion of penalties for failures. I guessed the second pledge was Latino. She was probably a thick woman but not very tall. She did have a different smell. She pressed me against her and started rubbing my face up and down. I could tell she was getting excited which made her aroma stronger. I was sure I could pick her out from the others. My 10 minutes began. After 8 minutes I recognized her scent. I correctly identified her. My blindfold was left on and I was forced to service her until she climaxed. I licked her clean afterwards. I never found out who she was.

The remaining three rounds went similarly. One woman smelled of bananas and was easy to recognize once I found her. I was forced to service her as well and lick her clean when finished. I was unable to identify the other two. By the end of the activity I had two successes and three failures. I had fared a little better than Rob and Tom.

"You were rewarded for identifying the pledges correctly" Chenille said. "Now it is time to punish your failures."

We were directed to stand on the platform and spread our legs. Three pillories were brought out. They had a hinged opening that allowed each of us to stick our head and arms through before being closed trapping us in a bent over position. Our ankles were secured to the base about three feet apart. Our asses were perfect targets for whatever was about to happen.

One of the pledge came forward. She was a larger black woman. She stood in front of me and I could immediately tell she was the one I was supposed to find. She turned around and bent over. As she stepped back my face became buried between her ass cheeks.

"I need a volunteer to discipline this pledge." Chenille said. "I think 10 strokes with the paddle for each time he was wrong."

I received 30 strokes from a large black woman while I smelled the pledge's ass. The second pledge I failed to identify replaced her and I received another 30 strokes from a different woman. Finally the third pledge pressed her ass into my face and I received my third paddling.

"Blindfold him." Chenille said. "Let's see if he learned anything?"

Again I smelled the women. With only 3 to choose from I was able to identify them, but with some difficulty as my sense of smell was becoming overloaded.

The second activity involved doing exercises. The first exercise was jumping jacks. Of course these were no ordinary jumping jacks. Before we started one of the pledges attached nipple clamps to my nipples. The clamps were connected together by a chain. We began doing the exercise. With each jump the clamps bounced around causing us additional pain. After doing 5 we were told to stop and the pledges added a weight to the chain. This continued after every 5 until we had performed 20. The clamps were then removed.

The next exercise was pushups. We were required to do 10. This time the pledge placed a bowl on the floor where our nose would touch during the down stroke. They then took out a bottle and poured the contents into the bowl.

"This is to motivate you." Chenille said. "The bottles that were poured into the bowls contain the pee from our sisters. They have been drinking all evening so you can imagine how much pee they have provided for you. As long as you complete your pushups you'll be in god shape. If you become fatigued and your arms can no longer support you, then I'm afraid your face will end up in the bowl. Each time that occurs, we will add some fresh pee to the bowl. You will continue until you complete your 10 pushups or use your safe word."

I was not in great shape, but I managed to get through the pushups without much problem. Tom wasn't as fortunate and ended up with a face full of pee on two occasions.

The third exercise was toe-touches. We were told to spread our legs a little wider than shoulder level. A bar was attached to our ankles to keep them spread. We were told to bend at the waist until we could touch the bar. Our nipple clamps were attached again and an elastic band was attached from the chain to the bar. Each time we stood up the band would pull on the clamps and torture our nipples. To make matters worse, we were told that if either of the clamps were pulled off, which would be painful in itself, we would have to begin the exercise over. We were told to do 20.

By the time I reached 20 my nipples were sore and I was breathing faster than normal. I was glad I had survived these exercises and wondered what they would have us do next. It was then that Chenille told the next three pledges to step forward. I realized that the entire sequence would be repeated 5 times.

Each time the nipple clamps were applied and removed the pain increased. The bouncing around of the clamps and the weights that were attached tugged on them, increasing the pain. The elastic band of the toe touches caused pain, but not as bad as the bouncing that occurred with the jumping jacks. 

By the third round my fears became centered on the pushups. Mid way through that round my arms were shaking and I knew it was only a matter of time before they gave way. It happened on the 8th pushup of that round and my face ended up submerged in pee. I was able to lift my head out of the bowl to get a breath of air.

The pledge would have none of that. She forced my face back into the bowl and held it there for about 20 seconds. I tried to lift myself up again but collapsed. My arms just wouldn't work. The pledge, a Latino girl, again held my face in the pee.

"Drink!" She said. "I don't let you up until you swallow some of our nectar."

I refused as long as possible, but finally had to swallow. Lemonade. Salty lemonade filled the bowl. This was one of those mind games I knew pledges were put through, and I had fallen for it hook line and sinker. Still, I couldn't complete the rest of the pushups so I had to use my safe word for the first time. I had to use it again in rounds 4 and five so I earned my first demerit. As I glanced over at Rob and Tom. I saw they were not faring any better and by the end of the activity we had all earned a demerit. 

It was almost 9 pm so I knew we only had time for one more activity. We were told to line up on the platform facing the sisters. The first group of pledges stood beside us. They were instructed to masturbate us without taking our panties off. They had 10 minutes to make us shoot. If we didn't, the pledges would receive a paddling. If we came, we would. The girls were good and each of us shot our first load of the evening earning us 10 swats from the masturbator. The second round took a little longer but resulted the same. Another paddling. Tom and I managed to keep from shooting during the third round. Rob received another paddling. Tom and I received our third paddling after round 4. The girls all received a paddling from Chenille after round 5 as we were completely exhausted and spent from all of the night's activities.

It was time for us to decide if we would continue our ordeal or call it quits. This was our third and last opportunity to bail. I knew I really didn't have a choice. If I didn't become an Alpha my Dad would cut me off, and there was no way I was going to tell him about all the stuff I had been required to do to this point.

Tom and Rob both agreed to continue as well. I only hoped that the rest of our pledges did also. We were given our last release form to sign. We were reminded that if we signed it, that we would have to do as we are told until we completed the program. We agreed and signed the papers.

"Good." Chenille said. "Now strip. Take those ridiculous panties off. We want to see all of you now."

We thought the night was over. With our panties on the floor our cocks hung limp in front of us. The women called us 'limp dicks' and 'too tiny'. Chenille produced a device that was slipped onto my cock. It had a cage that fit tightly over the head of my penis and rings that encircled the shaft. There was another ring that my balls were slipped through. When everything was in place it was impossible to remove. It was also impossible to get an erection. This was a male chastity device. I now knew why we had been masturbated so thoroughly minutes before.

The same process was repeated for Tom and Rob. When she was done she was ready to explain.

"The device will allow you to pee without any difficulty. You may not want to use the urinal, as you would probably have to explain why your cock is all locked up, but that is up to you. The device is equipped with shocking electrodes. They are capable of bringing you to your knees with only a small amount of energy. The shocking is controlled by a remote control device like the one I am holding."

"If you try to remove the device without deactivating it first, it will begin shocking you. You will continue to feel the shocks until it has been completely removed." She added. "Those shocks escalate and I can guarantee you that you will be on your knees or passed out before you can accomplish your task. The shocks will continue until the device is reset by someone with a remote."

"Now for the real fun part." Chenille continued. "All of you have consented to complete the week's activities and have been fitted with one of these devices. If your buddies over at the Pi Sorority consented as well, they will also be fitted with it. They are all set to the same frequency, so if any of you pledges screw up, you will all feel it."

"What would cause that?" I asked.

"Generally the device is used to ensure that everyone shows up for their scheduled sessions." Chenille replied. "Showing disrespect to any woman or failing to follow the commands of a woman will also get you shocked. You won't know who possesses the remotes or when they will be activated so you should be on your best behavior for the rest of the week."

We all felt a pain that brought us to our knees. It radiated from the tip of the penis back to our balls. It only lasted a moment, but about 30 seconds later it hit again.

"I guess someone is testing it out over at the Pi house." Chenille said. "I'll have to give them a call and let them know how well it worked over here. The remote has a range of two miles. If you try to leave the area it will begin shocking the closer you get to being out of range. I wouldn't recommend going on any trips."

Prior to leaving, the women were asked to line up by the door and bend over. We were told to kiss each of their asses and thank them properly for participating tonight. When I got to Prof. Simon, two of the sisters pushed my face hard into her ass and held it there for a minute or two. I wasn't looking forward to class tomorrow.