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The Maiden Of Aphrodite’s Revenge

By: MacHill



The house was easy to find, on a lonely road a mile out of town. The perimeter of the large three-story colonial was bathed in halogen-blue security light. No other houses for a quarter mile and a good five miles from Emory University, which seemed strange for a frat-house. The stylish logo was outlined in neon above the large oak front door. "Omega Theta Delta Epsilon Pi," Kenneth said to himself, matching the sign to his illegible hand writing. "Them bitches have lots of money for a place like this."

Ken's old Chevy Malibu puttered into the surprisingly large asphalt parking lot, where ten or so expensive vehicles sat unattended. He rolled into a space at the far end, before the engine conked out in a cloud of blue smoke. His old and beat-up car stuck out in the parking lot as much as the house did in the middle of the cotton fields. The young girl he spoke with said they would tip him well if they hired him, that he would receive one-hundred dollars just to come out and talk with them about what they needed done. 

The wraparound porch reminded him of a picture given to him as a child before his father passed away; that of a large Georgian mansion where, as family folk lore had it, he was almost killed for being a young black man in a white neighborhood at night. The doorbell chimed that old Big-Ben song, as his momma used to call it, and a short, attractive blonde girl answered the door. She was a pretty thing dressed in a medical outfit and introduced herself as Jackie. Upon entering the vestibule she asked Ken to take his shoes off and put on house slippers, which he did without objection. They proceeded directly to the dining room, where he was greeted by two other young women. 

"You ladies sure have a fine house here. Mahogany hardwood floors and antiques is not what I expected in a frat-house," he said with a smile.

Brittney, who was unsurprisingly also white, reminded Ken of Courtney Cox from the series Friends, except she was tall, perhaps close to six feet, and heavy around the waist. To her right sat a girl named Tracy, a nineteen year old beauty. She was the best looking of the three, her large breasts pressing tightly against her button-down blouse, revealing a cleavage he found difficult to overlook. Sliding a hundred dollar bill across the cherry-wood table, Brittney took on formal poise as if ready to conduct the interview. Ken put the bill in his top pocket and leaned toward the table ready to hear what she had to say.

"Well, Kenneth, Jackie spoke with you on the phone and was purposefully vague because our sorority is a closed group- very private- and we don't want to spread rumors. What we do here is of our own concern. Do you understand that? What we talk about here can go not further than this room?"

"I understand that," confirmed Kenneth."What I'm looking for is honest work, no troubles."

"Good. Now, we had a last minute cancellation and need to hire a man of certain attributes for our initiation party tomorrow night. My understanding is that you are available, should the terms be reasonable?" Brittany continued, having received a nod from Ken that he was, indeed, free."Well, then, what we are looking for is a well-endowed man to have sex with our new recruits. This year there are four of them and your identity, and theirs, shall remain autonomous."

Ken interrupted, "Wait a minute. You want me to have sex for money? I never done that before. You might have the wrong man for that. I thought you might want some household repairs done or something like that." He shook his head, surprised by their offer. "As you see, I ain't no ladies man."

He noticed both Jackie and Tracy nodded in agreement, whereas Brittney maintained her business attitude and pressed forward.

"Kenneth, you come highly recommended and, provided our intelligence is sound, we shall offer you five hundred dollars for four hours work. That's one-hundred and twenty-five dollars an hour. How does that sound to you?"

Jokingly, Tracy added, "But the back door sticks a little, if you might..."

Jackie chimed in, saying, "I spoke with an old girlfriend of yours. Her name is Saundra. She said you weren't all that good in bed, but you had a really big dick." Reading the expression of hurt on his face, she apologized with a quick, "Sorry."

"Now, you date a girl for four months, you'd expect she'd a said I was good in the sack because she kept coming back," said Ken.

"Well," said Brittany, "considering the short notice we won't hold your performance against you. What we need, as part of our initiation of these sophomores, is your large penis. That is, if you have one. That's all. I assume you do?" After a brief pause, and not receiving a reply, she continued, "And there is also another requirement."

Eyes opening wide, as if waiting for the catch, Kenneth raised an eyebrow.

Tracy said, "We have this device."

"It's a restraint," said Jackie. "One we use for this purpose only."

"It hides your identity and you cannot see the girls," Brittany said. "It's sort of a specialized restraint made for us many, many years ago. It's what they call an iron madden, except it's constructed of steel,wood and silver. It's surprisingly comfortable."

"I don't know about that," said Ken shaking his head. "One of those things where I can't move like I'm in hand cuffs? Wow, not at all sure about that at all," said Ken apprehensively.

"Perhaps we should show you," said Tracy beginning to get up, but she was gently pushed back down by Brittany.

Looking at the girls, Ken thought about his girlfriend, Tina, at home, that she would kill him if he took this gig. He'd just have to tell her. There was no hiding from her. She would find out because she always found out about his questionable antics.

"Look girls, it's like this. I need the money, but this all feels so peculiar to me. With all you fine-bread white girls wanting some black meat. You'll have to find somebody else, I think."

"Don't get me wrong," said Brittany, "Your dick is not for me. I'm a lesbian, if you must know. Jackie is a doctoral student. So, it's not for us."

"I don't care. I'll tell you. I'm one of the sophomores. I'm the one that has to do it," Tracy said as she pressed her chest against the table so Ken could get a good look at her breasts.

Ken thought he'd be a fool to pass up on slipping his dick into such a bodacious white girl. Truth be known, Kenneth had never been with a white woman. Not so much as he had any aversion to such a thing as it was that an opportunity never presented itself. What's more, he'd never had sex with a woman as attractive as Tracy either, so cute was she. He considered himself far short of pretty-boy status, as did most of the women he'd dated.

"Tell you what," said Brittany with confidence. "How about I make Tracy here give you a blow job. Would that make things easier for you? That way, we could make sure you're qualified for what we need and no harm done."

Ken pressed against his top shirt pocket, feeling the crisp bill crinkle at his touch. A hundred bucks and a blow job from Tracy. How could he say no? And what Tina didn't know... He resolved to spend part of the six hundred bucks on her.

"Alright, then. Let's do it. Show me this thing first."

***

The basement of the house was stupendously luxuriant. The woodwork was so well crafted Kenneth couldn't believe his eyes. Fine walnut, cheery and ebony woods of the finest caliber. The fireplace hearth, a piece of fine art in and of itself, displayed carved scenes of cherubs and nymphs frolicking in a cotton field behind the house, whose image was outlined in semiprecious stones. They walked into a room set with church pews facing a thick translucent glass alter and stone table, with a large brass and iron throne set behind it.

"Man-o-man, what do we have here?" asked Kenneth rhetorically. "This place is a piece of art like some kind of a ancient church. I don't know any carpenters living today who could do such fine work."

Brittany said, "This room was finished in 1934. There are three other similar rooms at our satellite sorority houses at other universities of substance. This is where we conduct our ritual practices, including indoctrination."

"That's amazing!" said Kenneth.

"You should feel honored we are showing this to you. Few men have been permitted to do so, including the men we contract with to help us preform certain rituals," Brittany said with reverence. 

The group of four moved to the far side of the room where an exquisitely crafted coffin, or so it looked at first glance, sat atop a granite table, its top an amalgam of layered burl redwood, flame walnut and coco-bolo woods. Brittany pressed a button under the table and the paneled top slowly slid open toward the bottom, folding itself into a box at the base, revealing a red-velvet lined interior. Another press of a button and the floor of the receptacle gently raised and lowered, showing how the device could raise and lower its occupant accordingly. 

Leaning next to the table was an an elaborately etched insert constructed of quarter-inch sterling silver. Brittany and Jackie together picked up the plate and placed it snugly onto the top of the eight-sided casket. The piece covered slightly more than the lower three-quarters of the opening. Once in place and latched, the polished metal lit the ceiling with reflected light, and more clearly displayed a Coke-can sized hole. 

Noticing Ken's expression, Jackie said, "This is where the penis sticks out."

The other open space was obviously where the man's head would be, Kenneth assumed. 

"Wait a minute now. This is creepy as fuck. You want me to get into a coffin and stick my dick through that hole? Is that the trip? You want me to get into that thing?" A sense of trepidation ran through him, thinking how these girls could bury him alive, if they had the druthers to do so. "I don't think so. That's not for me." He fervently shook his head.

Brittany said, " It's completely safe, Kenneth. There is noting to be afraid of: it's not a coffin. It's a well crafted restraint, is all. Your arms and legs aren't bound, but there is little room to move."

Tracy chimed in. "There is another cut-out for a girl and I had to lay in there last week. It was actually quite comfortable and orgasmic, in fact. I had..."

Brittany cut her off with the wave of her hand, showing her disapproval concerning her disclosure.

"I'm sorry, but I don't think I can do this. I've always been fearful of tight places," said Kenneth waiving his hands to show his disdain.

Realizing his genuine apprehension, Brittany listened intently while Kenneth went on about his childhood experience being stuck in a closet for hours on end. She concluded it was a matter of money. Money ruled the world and woman who had it could manipulate just about any situation, just about any man with it.

Directing her order to Tracy, Brittany said sternly, "Fetch me my purse on the kitchen table. And be quick about it," to which her charge nodded and ran out of the room and up the stairs as if her life depended upon it. "I can see we might need to negotiate better terms for you, Kenneth. This is such a short-order request, and we do need your help in maintaining our event schedule. You see, we have alumni members flying in to attend and it would be quite expensive to reschedule it. We do need your help with this matter."

The two women stood quietly looking at Kenneth, whose eyes were taking in the embellished woodwork, antique furniture and decorative carpets that made the room so unique. The sound of Tracy's return down the stairs directed their attention to the door, where she rushed in, her large breasts heaving, Brittany's purse in hand. 

"Now, the offer on the table is," said Brittany sounding shrewd, " we agree to give you five-hundred dollars for..."

"And a blow-job," Tracy inserted in haste.

"Yes, and a blow job from our adorable pledge after we are done here, for four hours of you time. And, from what I understand, you refuse to lay there and have four beautiful girls ride you? Oh, and of course there will be a few breaks in between, so let me ask you, how much do you need?"

"Well, don't know. You see, I have a girlfriend and I'd have to lie to her and then I'm not even sure if I could stay hard, laying in a coffin like that..."

"One thousand dollars? Would that do it? To lay in this beautifully crafted box. The silver is tempered and dulled around the edges so it certainly won't cut you. What could you do with an extra thousand?" asked Brittany.

Shaking his head, Ken replied, "And then there is being in front of all those women. I ain't never been naked in front of a group of folks, you see."

"Fifteen-hundred?" 

Her resolute stare into his eyes was disconcerting. She was a powerful woman and Kenneth felt intimidated. He lightly kicked the side of the table and fidgeted with his clasped hands.

"I'm not sure I could preform under such..."

"Two thousand dollars? That's probably more than you make in a month of odd jobs, isn't it?" She placed her arms across her chest and moved her weight onto one leg.

"That is a lot of money, but I don't think I could."

"Alright then, say, three-thousand dollars? You could buy your girl a beautiful necklace for that price."

"Three-thousand dollars? You'd be willing to give me three thousand dollars?" asked Kenneth, his brow breaking out in sweat. "Are we talking cash?"

Brittany pulled a stack of hundred dollar bills from her purse and placed ten of them atop the shining silver insert. 

"One thousand now, and the other two come the end of the evening. Take it and come back at eight PM tomorrow." Britney was determined to close the deal. "Just remember if you don't show up I'll give the two-thousand to somebody who will come and get it back from you."

The pile of money sat invitingly before Kenneth's hungry eyes. He shook his head seriously thinking about it. Feeling pressured and on the spot, he paced standing still as if a child in need of the restroom. He watched as Brittany counted out another stack of hundreds.

Brittany scowled. "Four thousand dollars. This is my final offer. Take it or not. Now is the time you must choose. Now, let me ask you; when was the last time you earned a thousand dollars an hour? Two now, and two later. What do you say?" A moment pause. "But there is one other thing I must ask for such a tidy sum. You'll have to wear this." She leaned under that table and held up a leather harnessed ball-gag. "I don't want you talking to the girls."

***

The Malibu made its way up the incline leading to the estate under duress, the engine knocking as if Ken had filled her up with low-octane fuel. Even a half-mile out, he could see the house was lit up like a Christmas tree, the colorful lights cutting through the humid dusk air in hues of cobalt, magenta and orange. The parking lot was full and he had to park alongside the road. His engine cut out before he could get it into park, creating a backfire that set an alarm off on the far end of the lot.

Walking to the back door, where he was instructed to find the stairway leading to the basement, Ken couldn't help but gawk at the large pool area surrounded by woman of many shapes, colors, sizes and age; some dressed in evening gowns and others in bikinis, yet others dressed in street clothes. Three muscular white men, dressed in only a bow ties and smiles, moved about the crowd of thirty women serving drinks.

A heavy-set black woman in her fifties named Trina met him at the stairs and directed him to the shower, where he would prepare and dress in a silk robe that reminded him of something a prize fighter would wear into the arena. He showered and dried himself off with a extremely soft high rag content towel and considered putting into his bag, flinching at his developing paunch reflection in the mirror. 

"Are you a member of the sorority, Trina?"

"Hell no. I work here just like you. This here is a rich white-girl society, where it ain't down with the brothers or the sisters. Well, I seen one pretty black girl, is all." Her voice conveyed resentment and scorn for what Ken was about to do.

Trina escorted him to the chamber room, where Brittany, dressed in a sequenced-yellow evening gown that did little for her bulky frame, seemed relieved to see he was on time. They exchanged pleasantries while she and a butch-looking woman dressed in some kind of sacramental robe helped fit him into the modified coffin after they affixed the ball-gag into his mouth. 

Kenneth felt his body rise mechanically, a hand guiding his limp penis through the aforementioned hole. The fit was tight and the cold metal against his chest sent a chill down his spine. He felt surprised at how comfortable the space actually was, the padding under him slightly arching his midsection. He could only move slightly. His arms at his sides, he tested the metal above him to see if he could remove it in a pinch. He could not. His legs were pinned by the cushions, so kicking up was all but impossible. All he could do was listen to murmur, and the sound of women on the stairs making their descent, gathering in the next room.

Tracy appeared above him, looking down at his gagged mouth. She inquired if he was comfortable, to which he shook his head an affirmative. She reached behind his head and fit a strap around his forehead, making it imposable for him to move his head, then folded down a translucent red veil across his face. The additional restriction lent itself to a growing sense of claustrophobic seclusion and he felt concerned he might not be able to achieve an erection. So, he tried to relax, thinking about the money he was earning while lying there naked doing absolutely nothing. 

"Oh my god, he's huge and isn't even hard yet," said an unfamiliar voice next to Tracy.

"I told you. I had to measure it last night. He is eight and three quarter inches long and seven inches thick, once he gets hard. You'll see. And he came so much I couldn't help but laugh myself silly. I mean, like three times as much as Brian. I wonder if big dicks cum more that little dicks all of the time." 

"I wish I was a pledge again. Last year the guy was so small the girls all complained to Reverend Mother," said the envious voice.

"Well, at least you get to make him hard. Let me show you what he likes," said Tracy.

Kenneth felt a warm mouth engulf his penis, and he knew it was Tracy, who was a naturally excellent cock sucker. It took her fifteen minutes to make him come last night. He hoped she didn't work him over too hard before the event got started. 

"Wow. He is getting hard so fast. Look at that sucker grow. Let me try."

Tracy's mouth was replaced by two small, cold hands, followed by a mouth nowhere near as talented. He grew rock harder just the same. 

"I can barely fit the head in my mouth," said the stranger, who definitely required additional cock sucking instruction.

Hearing him moan, Tracy leaned over Ken, her face skewed and muted by the shroud. She had on a yellow hood, which Ken summarized was a part of her pledge robe. 

She whispered, "I'm not supposed to talk to you, Ken, but I want you to know it's me, Tracy. I love your cock, by the way. Hope I'm up first."

"He's ready," said the other girl. "I'm going to put it on him."

"We are going to put a cock-ring on you, so if you come you'll still stay hard, or so they say. At least that's what Pamela said." Tracy disappeared from his limited sight, and he heard her say, "Make the strap real tight like this," followed by the two girls working on fitting the cock-ring correctly, which was actually a convoluted leather loop of sorts.

Ken moaned, wanting to say it was too tight. He'd never had to wear a cock-ring, but he knew instinctively it was too tight, that it would totally restrict his blood flow. The girls ignored him, thinking he was enjoying the sensation. His cock felt so hard now it could burst.


The Maiden Of Aphrodite’s Revenge



"Wow. Look at that! My god, it's even bigger now!" said Tracy's friend.

Tracy agreed, saying, " That's bigger than when I sucked him off last night, for sure. I bet he's close to nine now. Hand me the tape measure." 

Ken felt their hands work the tape around his erection. 

"Yep. It's nine and a quarter now. That is so big. What I love is the thickness of it. Fucking bigger than my dildo."

"I don't know. I'm starting to think I'm glad I went last year," said the former pledge.

He felt Tracy's lips on his cock, her pushing down on it, trying to take as much of him as she could manage. 

"I got it down to here. See if you can take him deeper in your mouth," said Tracy, encouraging the girl to do her best.

After trying with little success, she said, "Let's put the condom on him, if it will fit."

While they worked, Kenneth heard the other girl ask in a whisper, "Is he good looking under there?"

"Not really," confided Tracy, her reply a faint whisper, while she rolled the condom as far as it would go. "All the action is down here." She let go and his dick flopped onto the cold silver before jutting out at an austere 45 degree angle. "Help me put these wings on."

The two girls attached side mounts to the box, carpeted two-foot wings made to protect the legs of the pledge who would mount him. A few clicks and bumps as the braces attached, followed by the girls conversation fading till the heavy door shut behind them. 

***

The procession of fifteen women entered in relative silence, followed by commencement speeches that touted membership honor, privilege and dedication. After what seemed like a long time, Ken could see the outline of two girls on either side of him wearing robes. He thought he recognized Tracy, who was standing to his left. A bright halogen spotlight directly above his head clicked on, followed by another narrow beam that focused on his groin, and the short girl opposite Tracy gasped while bringing her hands to her face. 

Another whispered to the other pledges, "No fucking way." 

Yet another girl standing next to Tracy said, "That's the biggest dick I've ever seen!" 

The girl taking a step back opposite her said, "Well, duh! The thing is huge! No way is that going to fit inside of me."

"It damn well better, Alison, or you won't be a member of our club," said a voice Kenneth recognized as Brittney. 

The girls snapped to attention and shut up.

"Tracy, you're up first. The other pledges will help you fuck this male. We want sensual woman, able to endure pain and overcome circumstance beyond their control. This is a challenge, remember, and we expect you to enjoy it even if you happen to be a lesbian. Our code teaches us that life hurts from time to time, and we enjoy it just the same. Got it?"

"Yes, Reverend Mother," said the girls in unison.

"Alison, get the Hitachi Magic Wand from under the table and Shawna, help Tracy get onto the platform," Brittany ordered.

Shawna, the lean blonde girl standing next to Tracy, helped her friend onto the wing closest to her. She flipped her leg over and straddled Ken, while the other three moved to support her. The women in attendance, sitting on the padded benches around the room, offered cat calls and taunted the pledge to do her best, even if she wasn't worthy. 

Tracy disrobed, revealing her curvacious buxom figure. She heard one of the girls in the dark comment, "... built like the proverbial brick shit-house," which made her smile. She positioned herself and eased down on Ken's straining erection, taking the head in before changing her position to better accommodate his girth without a need for additional lubrication.

"Ohhh! Holy shit!" said Tracy, her eyes blinking uncontrollably. 

Her face flushed and the bright light cast shadows of her hair onto Ken's masked face, creating a strobe effect. His hands naturally reached up to take hold of her large, firm breasts only to be thwarted by the divide. 

"Do you want the vibrator? Does it hurt?" asked the short girl standing next to Alison.

Tracy, her face convoluted, shook her head and said, "I'm fine,Tabby. It feels... ohhh... feels pretty good so far. It's just that its something I never felt before." Air rushed from her vagina, making a loud farting sound, as she bore down on Ken's massive meat. 

"OK, girls, get the oil out and rub her down with it," said Brittney instructively. "Make those nice titties shine. Tabby, take hold of her waist and help her move up and down on that beast. She seems to like it big, doesn't she? And Alison, rub her breasts for her. She likes that, those big sensitive titties I'd die for."

The girls did as instructed and transformed Tracy into a slick goddess of eroticism, fucking herself silly under the bright lights, working herself toward an orgasm with help from her fellow pledges.

While the girls set upon Tracy, Kenneth was in a stupor of his own, her tight vagina constricting his engorged penis, massaging it through the condom. He felt troubled that her increased pace was going to push him over the edge, and it had been less than ten minutes. He tried to shout, but his mouth was filled with an orange ball, his respiration restricted to the air he could engulf through his hissing nose. He tried to move his head, but that, too, was restricted, so he waived his hands as best he could, pressing them into fists. The bound stud stared into the bright light and moved his concentration toward the background conversations, to distract him from the sensation Tracy's fucking hips generated, who didn't help matters by whimpering gravely, erotic groans. 

Fifteen minutes into her foray on Ken's big dick, Tracy had worked in all she could, his cock so long she could only take a little more than half of him before reaching her cervix. What was so pleasurable, and a sensation she had hitherto not experienced, was its girth. It stretched her in a good way, making her feel so full of cock. And the girls touching her, the spotlight making her the center of attention; it all worked to bring her to an consuming orgasm, building herself to a pitched crescendo with each driving thrust and tempered caress by the girls. And despite her orgasm, or perhaps because of it, she kept riding him to show the senior girls she had the right stuff. Twenty-five minutes in, she faked having a second orgasm, her vagina starting to feel sore. Her performance complete, she skillfully slid off his cock, taking hold of the wing and skillfully bringing herself to the nearby pillows on the floor. 

The other girls applauded her performance and she took it in with relief, hearing Brittany say to one of the others, "This girl is a shoe in," making reference to her improved status within the sorority.

"Alison, you are up," said Brittany.

Amazed he survived Tracy's determined foray, Kenneth, now perspiring profusely, felt relieved and awaited a brief reprieve from captivity as promised him, an interlude that did not come. Instead, another girl climbed up to mount him. Hadn't an hour passed? he asked himself. It felt so much longer in tight confinement, despite the pleasure it brought. He reminded himself to breath deeply, to pace his respiration so as to avoid hyperventilation. 

"I don't know about this," replied Alison in a faltering voice, as the other two helped her up. She disrobed to reveal an ample figure, her waist slightly portly and her breasts nowhere near as robust as Tracy's spectacular rack. Feeling self-conscious in the bright light, her posture conveyed that of wishful forgiveness for not being perfectly formed; she felt like a not-so-funny comedian who had to follow the lead act.

Try as she may, Alison couldn't get that huge cock to go inside of her tiny pussy. She spun around, thinking perhaps reverse cowgirl might help, but it did not. More lube. Her imploring look brought helpful hands, but to no avail. It was too thick.

"I can't seem to... he's so big," said Alison feeling somewhat embarrassed. "I'm too tiny for him."

Shawna applied lots of water-soluble lube to his penis and her vagina, but it was an insufficient measure to make it fit.

"She's just too small, Reverend Mother," said tiny Tabby, who was less than five foot tall. "It's like putting a round peg in a square hole, I'm afraid."

Looking disappointed, Brittany said, "Well then, turn back around, Alison, and take off that condom and make him come with your hands while the girls work you over with the Hitachi." She liked the girl and decided to give her a hall pass, evoking a reproachful look from her second in command.

Doing as instructed, feeling mollified she didn't have to hurt herself, Alison removed the condom and stroked Kenneth's monolithic cock, fascinated by how large it felt between her hands. Knowing herself well, she knew she might not give the best head in the world, but she knew with certainty the boys loved her hand-jobs. 

She whispered to the covered head, "I want you to come a lot for the girls. Did you hear how they wanted me to make you come? Can you do that for me? I need you do that, or I'm afraid they won't let me in. Please, please come for me."

"Stop talking to the cock. Make it come. It's not a man, girl, it's just a big slab of meat for you to use as you see fit," said the butch-looking Kerry, who was Brittney's Master-At-Arms. "Make the cock come or you are out," she admonished. "And move down so we can see his dick in the light; stop blocking the view, bitch!" 

Kerry leaned toward Brittany and spoke just loud enough so Alison could hear. "This girl is on thin ice."

Ken felt Alison double her effort. She had marvelous, soft hands and it felt so great to have that condom off. Using a hand-over-hand stroke on the upper segment of his cock, making certain to use her strategically placed thumbs under the head of his dick, she tightened her gifted stroke, twisting her hands around the head. Strange, how when he didn't want to come he came close, and now that he received the green light it was now slow going. He heard the girl gasp when the vibrator came on and she slowed her pace for a moment, her concentration interrupted. The other girls lathered her in oil and a few drops struck the fabric above his face, leaving blotches of skewed light in front of his bulging eyes. 

Tracy slowly made her way back to the table, having taken time to recuperate. She joined in, rubbing Alison's back and encouraging her to make Kenneth come. "You can do it, girl. Make that big dork come." 

"I'm trying. I'm trying so hard, " she said feeling defensively pressured, yet well stimulated. "It is so fucking hard. That big hard dick. I want him to pop so much. Come on in there! Come already!"

Buxom Tracy gently slid Alison's hands to the base and sucked the head of Ken's monumental erection into her mouth. She loved sucking on his big cock, moving up and down on him almost as fast as Alison stroked him. They all heard Ken moan loudly during a lull in the conversations, the attendees now watching what was bound to happen next. A few more strokes. Just a little more. Tracy felt him buck against the divider, knowing he was going to come. So, she stood back up and let Alison finish him off. 

Stroking him expertly, a gush of cum filtered up and fired into Alison's face. It caught her off-guard and the other girls laughed at the thick white wad hanging from her chin, dangling there while she directed other spurts inadvertently onto Tracy's chest and neck. Realizing she had control of him like he was a fire extinguisher, she pointed him at Shawna, who also took a good blast in her face, catching her in her right eye and forehead. 

The audience burst out in laughter, as big Ken shot his load all over the place. It was the most cum Alison had ever seen, and with such force she, too, laughed hysterically. And as his gushing ejaculation subsided, she leaned down and took him into her mouth, sucking the percolating remains as if savoring something sweet she had desperately craved. The group quieted down and after a while all that could be heard was Alison slurping on Ken's cock, which remained rock hard.

"OK, so strap another condom on. Looks like the male meat is doing a great job hanging in there. Come on, Tabby, get that cute little butt up there," said the Reverend Mother.

Ken protested, which sounded much like the grunts and groans he uttered while climaxing. The girls paid no attention. He was in desperate need of a break and wanted to call foul, since he was promised a certain level of recuperation. 

Tabby was very short--four-foot-ten in bare feet-- and her ninety-six pounds were quite flexible. She was an nineteen year old who took on a naturally energetic, competitive approach to most things she did. A gymnast working her way up the university ranking system quickly, Tabby had no problem getting atop Ken without help, and stood on the wings before placing her tiny feet on either side of Ken's manhood. She disrobed and bent into full kowtow and leaned into the shroud, trying to look through it to see his eyes, but the light, and what appeared to her as splotches of cum, prevented her from doing so. 

"Hi there. You have a beautiful cock. Mind if I borrow it for a while?" she whispered. "Don't tell the girls, but I love a big black dick." All she heard in reply were gags, concluding the Reverend Mother had prevented him from interacting with the pledges, which made sense to her considering the circumstance. She stood above the his third-arm as if ready to mount the parallel bars. 

It was obvious Tabby was the most physically fit of the pledges, perhaps in the entire sorority, but she had not the luscious curves Tracy was born with, nor the long, attractive legs Alison adorned. What the other girls envied in Tabby was her strength and grace in movement. She was a daemon while tumbling and just as effective on the beam. She did a flip and landed exactly in the same position, much to the chagrin of her pledge sisters.

Shawna, who had dazzling brown shoulder-length hair, unraveled another lubricated condom on Ken's penis after rubbing his cock clean with a hand towel. "We don't want this sucker to fall off," she said while inspecting her work. She then patted Tabby on her ever-so-firm ass and said, "You are good to go." Turning to Tracy, she added, "He is still rock hard. I wish Billy could do that."

Tabby lubed herself up, then made certain Ken's entire cock was covered in the transparent liquid. She decided not to straddle in a conventional cow-girl position. Rather, she kept her legs together, moving slightly in front of Ken's enormous cock, then squatted, taking hold of the base while guiding his length into her pussy. She slowly pressed all the way down, her ass touching the metal frame first-stroke.

"Oh my god, will you look at that!" one of the girls shouted from the darkness. "The little tart took the whole thing!" Another woman, who sounded middle-aged, said, "How could she do that? That's amazing. That cock is almost as big as she is!"

Smiling, as if it was no big deal-- which it wasn't because she had a much larger vagina than most girls-- Tabby moved all the way back up his shaft, stopping a fraction before it would fall out. Then, back down again. Three of the girls in back of the room moved closer so they could watch, astonished at what they were witnessing. Tabby splayed her hands behind her back and kept her legs closed tightly together, then moved up and down a few more strokes before adjusting her footing so she could have at it. A few more strokes, then a slight change to her footing one again, bending her knees slightly. Then, she went to town. The other three pledges gave her some room instead of supporting and caressing her as they did the two before her.

To say that Tabby knew how to fuck was an understatement. She was a brilliant fuck, taking his huge cock in and out almost all the way time and time again. She thrust her head back and the spotlight shown the blissful face of a superior athlete in her prime. She picked up the pace, her ass a blur, as she drove herself up and down in rapid succession that would have given a mechanical piston a run for its money.

Kenneth could not believe what he was feeling. The agony of his sensitivity gave way to a sensation of a perfect vagina fucking the shit out of his rigid cock like no other. And when she hit the end of her downward stroke, he could feel the head of it rub ever so gently on the tissue beyond her cervix, and it felt incredible. He gave out a loud, muffled moan, trapped in the pleasure-maiden, whose confines at that very moment became quite tolerable.

The industrious Tabby kept up with her mind-blowing pace for a long while, before she started to come. And when she did, she lost control of her neck, her head thriving from side to side, her stomach trembling like a snare drum on parade. If was obvious to all she was some kind of sexual dynamo, having such control of her petite body, being able to take a massive cock as if it were commonplace. Such instinctive rhythm, too. It was the contrast of the thing that had the pledges and senior members alike staring in amazement; such a tiny girl whaling on such a huge shlong. 

After her first orgasm subsided, Tabby turned and dropped to her knees, turning her position so she rested on the shiny silver partition, her ass now facing the gathering, without ever removing his cock from her pussy. Again, she moved up and down knowing the senior members were watching with great scrutiny, this time sliding her knees, spreading her legs on the now-slick ornamental plate, occasionally doing a full split that sent Ken's cock into her to the utmost penetration, where she then ground down upon it, squeezing her buttock and tightening her inner grasp of Ken's cock. 

She heard him moan a muted scream, and felt his cock discharge time and time again, which made her clench down as she did while doing a set of Kagel exercises. She had completed countless hours of pelvic floor muscles work, in which her levator muscles became so well defined she could squeeze a banana out of its skin. And Kenneth reaped the benefit of her training that day, his cock so tightly held it made his boxed incarceration seem roomy. 

"He just came," said Tabby holding her position till he finished his orgasm, enjoying the sensation of its blood-engorged pulsation. She slowly raised her body and his cock fell onto the metal with a determinative thud, the tip of the condom filled with hot sperm. Tracy took hold of his cock and removed the condom without spilling a drop. She showed it to Brittany and Kerry before handing it to Tracy. 

"Let's make Tabby drink it all. Then, clean him up and put another condom on him. She ain't done yet," said Kerry. 

"That's OK," said Tabby, who was not a fan of the taste of sperm. 

"I insist," said Brittany, who noticed the girl had hardly broken a sweat.

Tabby took the condom back from Tracy and let the fluid flow into her mouth. She gagged and spit most of it up onto her chest, the cum cascading down her well-defined abs and her inner thighs, and onto the metal in a globular puddle.

Shawna once again cleaned Ken's cock up using a fresh hand towel, anticipating her superiors wishes. While putting another condom on, she commended to Tracy, "I can't believe he's still hard. Look at how red it is. It's a big, blackish-red cock now."

"Fuck, it looks even bigger now that it did when we put that cock-ring on him," said Tracy. Another slap from Alison on Tabby's firm ass and she was ready to go for round two. 

There were a limited number of positions a girl could work on a stationary cock, thought Tabby, who had a knack for being creative in bed. She sat down directly on Ken's cock, her posture making an L shape. She said to her fellow pledges, "Take hold of my forearms," which they did readily. 




The Maiden Of Aphrodite’s Revenge



Tabby, then, proceeded to raise and lower herself sitting in a perfect L position as if in an iron cross position on the rings, using her arms to move her body up and control her body down in free-fall, her ass slapping the pooled sperm, splattering the girls on either side, who were also naked except for Shawna, whose yellow robe took on a speckled appearance. And while the other two aided Tabby in her fucking, Shawna took it upon herself to oil up her hands and massage Tabby's small breasts as if she were washing a car window.

One of the senior members commented, "I should be taking notes," and the others laughed politely, many still astonished Tabby could fuck such a huge cock to begin with, then to go a second round ever so skillfully. 

Kenneth, on the other hand, was beside himself, feeling Tabby work his aching cock. It was like a velvet vice turned ever so tightly with each stroke, his body trying to wither away from its confinement, but without any tolerance to do so remained desperately still, other than his arms, which flailed against the padded inner walls ineffectively. His heart was pounding and his throat felt so dry and scratchy. He screamed a lot, which seemed to fall on deaf ears. The ball lodged in his mouth tasted more and more like plastic.

Using the support of the girls flanking her, Tabby moved back into a squat, her hands now holding the bass of his prick, while she worked herself up and down on him like a leapfrog unable to jump. She squeezed it with both hands, feeling him grow slightly harder, if that was possible. Tabby worked him that way with fast jabs using three-quarters of his length, enjoying the sensation of his thick penis between her two-handed grasp. A froth ensued, making it easier for her to move even faster comfortably in that position. 

Another ten minutes ensued and she had an extraordinary orgasm, her neck once again careening to and fro, her eyes rolled up into the back of her head. She shouted a cryptic phrase comparable to the rebel yell. Tracy and Shawna eased her gently to the ground, dazed as she was by her vigorous performance and subsequent spasmodic dismount. Tabby received a standing ovation that reached her ear as if through a funnel, so disoriented was she.

"What a performance. That was fantastic! I wish you could fuck me like that,"said Brittney, who then kissed her Sargent-at-Arms. 

"She makes me so fucking horny," Kerry replied to her lesbian lover. "Whose up next?" she asked bemused by her own desire. 

Tracy removed the condom from Ken and went down on him again. She loved the taste of his cock. He was so exceptional in this respect she thought she could suck his cock all night, if given the opportunity. She leaned into the veil and said, "I hope you are enjoying this as much as I am, Ken. You are a fucking stud and a half, my friend."

Kenneth wanted to tell Tracy to please, please stop sucking and let him out. He tried to say the words without the use of his tongue or lips, but all he could muster were grunts she could not interpret. Thinking he said he was enjoying himself, she went back to sucking on his prick, whose head had taken on a purplish tint. She put on another condom and then gave his dick an affectionate kiss before helping Shawna to the carpeted wing.

Having taken her place as the final pledge in this indoctrinate ritual, Shauna was horny as hell after watching her new friends mostly enjoy themselves. She certainly was intimidated because she had never been with a large man. In fact, her preference was women, but she understood the purpose of this rite of passage every sorority member had to endure, if not enjoy. She removed her yellow robe and let it drop to the floor.

Of the many physical attributes Shauna held in esteem, most of the girls commented on her skin and hair. She'd been told by many of her friends that she had the softest skin, and her silky brown hair naturally curled in just the right places. The only regret she felt about her appearance was that her legs were too short, and her torso too long for her five-foot-six inch frame. 

"Oil that bitch up," said an anonymous voice from the dark. 

The overtone in the voice conveyed a level of discontent shared by many. Shauna was an easy girl to dislike, for she frequently acted snooty and unconditionally spoiled. Her best efforts to quell this lifelong habit went to no avail. That is, even while trying to be kind she came across as superior and worthy of greater consideration than she deserved. It seemed her only saving grace was that she spent her father's money quite liberally.

The girls poured a soup bowl of oil on her chest, its content rushing down her body in large rivulets. She pulled her hair into a ponytail and Tracy handed her a rubber band. Ken felt the warm oil flow onto his balls, which distracted him from the discomfort in his throbbing member. Tabby, now fully recovered, took hold of the powerful wand vibrator and applied it directly to Shauna's clitoris, making her flinch.

"Wow. Ohhh... turn it down a notch. That's too much," said Shauna, who rubbed her own breasts and pinched her nipples. She stared at the huge cock laying on the platen beneath her and spread her pussy atop of it, sliding herself across its length while the vibrator traversed along her back and neck, Tabby straining on her tiptoes. Apparently, she and Alison were on the closest of terms, since her friend reached out and massaged her vagina with her right hand, pushing Ken's cock so it rubbed her clit and outer labia. All the attentions provided served as a marvelous prelude to her pending penetration by the most massive cock she'd ever seen-- not that she had seen all that many.

In the mean time, Ken was starting to panic. He began to hyperventilate and the heat was unbearable, crammed in this padded wooden coffin for too long. It was feeling more and more like an iron maiden akin to its medieval counterparts, his growing anxiety as to what lay ahead a catalyst to his sense of pending doom. His cock had grown numb and he felt concerned the cock-ring that gave him this perpetual erection might be causing ill-effects. And his fear was justified; these girls were abusing his good nature and his anger was building, so much so he struggled to push the retainer up, but had no leverage to complete his task. It seemed to him the added wings the girls put in place served as an additional buffer against such action. And his legs were so well cushioned it was fruitless to try to move them. The best he could do was to suck in his gut, the effect being that his cock recessed a mere half-inch, and he couldn't even do that for long because the air in his lungs seemed in such limited supply.

Having prepared herself, Shawna let Alison work the head in while she straddled the beast on one knee, since her legs weren't tall enough to find the top of the long pole without doing so. She screamed in pain. It was so thick it felt like her best of friends inserted a hot fireplace poker into her pussy. She balked and Tracy did her best to help maintain her balance. Alison fought the urge to jump off the platform and succumb to failure, but she knew this event was critical, if she wanted to become a member of this highly sought-after sorority. She thought about how every graduate was certain to receive a well paying job, typically in corporations run by alumni. 

"That hurts so much! Owe! My god, he's huge," exclaimed Alison, who eyes teared up while her friend did her best to ease more of Ken's cock into her protesting pussy. 

"Push down on it with your weight, Hon," suggested Tabby. "Don't fight it. Let it slide in."

"It hurts so much. It's like a baseball bat," she protested.

Tabby brought the Hitachi to bear on her clit, while Alison guided her down to the point to where she could stand on both knees. In doing so, she realized there was no easy way to get back up, to purge herself from this abusive intruder. The vibrator certainly helped, yet she was in ongoing pain. She did her best to maintain her position, with no desire to get his massive erection any deeper. Eyes rolling, her cheeks now rose-colored, Alison felt a wave of situational anxiety flush her chest. They were all looking at her and there was no place to go.

"Push that sucker in, Alison. I want to see that cock balls deep in that pretty tart," demanded Brittany, who was enjoying the expression on Shawna's discombobulated face.

"No. I can't," Shawna protested. 

The girls had her arms and hips and they were pushing her down, a subtle way to get back at her for being such a little shit most of the time. They forced him in deeper and deeper amidst her struggle to remain afloat.

"That's too much! That's too much," she insisted, but to no avail. They kept pushing her down in their tumultuous grasp.

Underneath the commotion, Ken was beside himself, having sufficient sensation to feel Shawna's far-too-tight pussy make its way down his engorged, excruciatingly sensitive shaft. He struggled to not cry. Hearing the young girls plea, he agreed; it most certainly was too much, indeed. It had been at lest two hours now and he doubted he could keep his sanity much longer. Most certainly, he resolved, these woman had enslaved him, that he doubted they would ever release him. Such was the way of the southern black man in days of yore and some things never change, as far as white women were concerned. Ken envisioned his corpse days later, totally emaciated with the exception of his encapsulated erection.

"That's it, girls," said Kerry, now fascinated by how her pledges forced the not-so-sweet Shawna down on the male's perpetual erection. "Work her over good, Tabby. Show her how to take it like a woman."

Shawna began panting under the duress her body endured. She tried to lean forward, to slide him out, but the girls wouldn't have it. They kept her posture vertical, two of them pressing her hips down, driving his long cock through her like a spear.

Alison halfheartedly encouraged, "Just relax," said the girl who received a last minute reprieve. "Don't fight us." 

She wished she could slap that grin off her friend's face. Instead, she grimaced and fought their unwelcome embrace.

Tabby did her best to ease her distress by turning the vibrator up a notch. She watched as the oil and fluid around her inflated pussy splattered furiously against the head of the Hitachi, making a incessant hum that reminded her of an old-style egg beater. Then, she watched the beast slide all the way in.

"Here, you want it? Fine!" Shawna said angrily, pushing herself down as hard as she could, imagining her vagina tearing in the process. Her ass struck the metal and it felt uncomfortably cold and sticky-wet against her lily-white cheeks. It was like she got punched in the stomach, having forced this monster beyond any semblance of order. She put her hand on her belly and could feel his prick slightly left of center, and was held there by force, totally impaled. 

"There, it's in, you fucking son of a bitch," she screamed toward the Reverend Mother.

The women in attendance gasped in unison. A pledge did not talk to a senior member with such an attitude, far more so when addressing the Reverend Mother, especially with her sergeant by her side.

"Oh, shit," said Tabby, who then removed the vibrator away while watching the leadership reaction. They seemed perturbed by Shawna's self expression, but Tabby thought it appropriate considering the circumstance. None the less, she took a step back, as did the other pledges.

"What did you just call her?" asked Kerry. "Did you just call the Reverend Mother a fucking son of a bitch?" She got up from her seat and slowly made her way to Shawna, who began to cry heavily, yet maintained her position with Ken's cock in her balls deep.

"No," said Shawna holding her face in her hands, trying to hide the crocodile tears as they streamed down her well-oiled body. "I mean, yes, but I didn't mean it," she said backpedaling. "It hurts a lot. It hurts so much."

Disturbingly gentle, Kerry asked, "Do you want to be a full member of this sorority and receive the privileges of a member in good standing?"

"Yes, I do, Madam Kerry. Yes, so very much I do." Her voice was shy and distant, distorted by the lump forming in her throat.

Moving close to her side, Kerry yelled as loud as she could, "Then, take it like a woman and deal with the pain!" She paused and Shawna started to ball harder, her eyes distraught with heavy streaming tears now, and a droplet of snot protruded from her nose. "Or would you rather we take you down and escort you out of this fine house forever?"

"No, Mistress. No, not that. I want to become part of Omega Theta Delta Epsilon Pi," the pledge said through her constricting diaphragm. 

"So be it, then," said Brittany, so as to rebuke additional chastisement from her officer, who seemed quite upset to the point of striking the pledge with an open hand. "Girls, fuck her with the cock of judgment!" 

The three pledges returned to their position uncertain as to how to proceed. Recognizing their apprehension, Brittney addressed an exquisitely dressed woman in her mid thirties: "Sister Clarice, would you please direct these pledges?"

"It would be my honor, Reverend Mother," said Clarice, who wore a sheer blue chiffon evening gown, her brown golden-blonde hair craftily set in a cummerbund and bejeweled with an elegant gold and diamond tiara.

It was obvious to all in attendance that Clarice was a gorgeous woman whose beautiful face and poise, while walking to the front of the room, left no doubt she was of the upper class. Her skin was tan, yet moist, her makeup well placed and subtle. And as she moved past the isles half of the sisters went to one knee and bowed as if she were royalty. Her pearl and diamond necklaces caught the light and sparkled beneath her sumptuous chin.

"Sister Clarice was our Reverend Mother ten years ago. She now holds a prestigious post with the federal State department and is an perfect example of how our careers are expected to proceed upon graduation. Please give her the respect she deserves," said Brittany, who also bent to her knee. 

As Clarice passed the members offering respect, Brittany and Kerry sat back down. The pledges took this as an indication that they should do the same. The preoccupied Shawna could not follow suit, but she stopped crying, an expression of bewilderment crossing her face. 

Trying to ease the tension, Clarice moved to the side of the pledge who was taking her initiation so poorly, but she did not admonish her. Rather, she said, "It you think this hurts, just wait till you have a baby," which sparked polite laughter. "And wait till you marry a rich man for his money. Then, you shall cry till your hearts content." Looking at the other three naked girls, she said, "Rise, worthy pledges, and help me teach your class sister how to enjoy the challenge of adversity."

The former reverend mother looked beyond the spotlight toward the back of the room. "Sister Adrian, please come help me with this," pointing to her dress while stepping out of her high heels. A heavy-set woman in her forties approached and helped Clarice remove her dress, which took a brief moment since there wasn't much to take off, then escorted the lavish garment back to her seat with care. 

Totally naked, with the exception of her jewelry, Clarice was a sight to behold. Her legs were perfectly shaped and her breasts proud and firm. A line ran down the center of her body from sternum to belly button, a clear indication that she maintained a ritual of serious exercise and weight training. A small tuft of light brown hair embellish her pubic mound, her labia pronounced and outspoken. 

"May I proceed, Reverend Mother?" asked Clarice out of respect for the office.

"Please do," said Brittany, who couldn't help but look mesmerized by the older woman's natural beauty. "The honor is mine," she said with lust in her eyes. 

Turning to the pledges, she smiled and said, "Oil me up, girls. For the time being, I am one as you. Besides, warm oil has always excited me."

Shawna, still sitting like a statue of questionable taste, watched the three girls massage oil over Clarice's perfect body, the bright light highlighting her glossy features.

"Sister," said Tracy, "you are so beautiful." She took hold of one of her nipples and gently squeezed it with trepidation she was doing the right thing, watching it harden under her touch. 

"Gorgeous," said Alison.

Tabby leaned down and ran her slick hand across the elder sister's leg, one hand on her inner thigh and the other along her outer. She wasn't all that much into girls, but with her, she thought, she'd make an exception. 

Having completed their task, the four woman returned to address Shawna, who had regained much of her dignity.

"Does it still hurt?" asked Clarice.

"Not so much now. It's uncomfortable," said Shawna, who was also taken by this woman's aura of inner beauty and self-actualization.

"I see. Well, let's see what we can do about that. Take him out for a moment and turn her to face me." The girls did as instructed. "Yes, that's it. Now spread you legs, Pledge Shawna, and let them hold you spread eagle, so we can lower you gently back on to him. Now, place your hands on the opposite side so your arms can support your weight, Hon," she instructed. 

The girls assisted and moved Shawna to the prescribed position, Tracy and Alison each holding a leg open while Tabby did her best to take the weight off of the bitches' slick ass, so she thought of her. Clarice guided Ken's cock back into the girl's swollen vagina. Shawna tightened her neck and did her best to relax the lower half of her body, trying not to cower. She bit her lip.

"My, he is much bigger up close, isn't he?" Clarice asked rhetorically looking up into Shawna distraught eyes. "You like women, don't you?" The pledge nodded a definitive yes. "Well, then, perhaps you may like this."

Clarice bent down and tongued along Shawna's labia, occasionally taking a swipe at the girl's hooded clitoris, drawing her folds into her mouth. Moving her clitoral prepuce out of the way, she expertly flicked her pink tongue against the young girl's now accessible clitoris, evoking a moan of pleasure from her quarry. Motioning the girls to move her up and down slowly, she worked on the pledges pussy till her pain subdued, replaced by a more than tolerable pleasure. And once Shawna threw her head back, she continued her assault with determined laps, using her tongue to spell out the alphabet till she found the right letter.

The mood of the attendees shifted back to frivolity, and champagne corks were heard popping. Side conversations ensued, making Shawna relax all the more, no longer the focal point of attention. All she thought about was the stunning woman between her legs, her tiara dipped in lingual concentration. She had a sorceress tongue, though Shawna, who felt she might actually orgasm if her effort went on much further. And the massive penis moving slowly in and out of her didn't feel all that bad now either, although she would prefer to not have the added distraction. 

Having listened to the commotion above him, Ken thought how fortunate he should feel having witnesses activity few men were privileged to observe. He did not. He felt trapped and his cock was starting to feel ulcerated, while suspended deep in this girls too-tight pussy. Of course he hurt her. How could he not? His only regret is he couldn't see this Clarice woman, for the reaction from the other girls was exceptionally revealing.

Shawna's orgasm was slow to arrive, but when it did arrive her orgasmic convolutions made up for the wait. She found herself bucking up and down on the horse-dick, while the other girls moved her gently so Clarice could maintain contact with her vagina and inner thighs. And as she came she pushed hard, making Ken's cock slip out. She came in a squirt that caught Clarice in the face, the pressure of it smacking her with a stream comparable to a powerful water pistol.




The Maiden Of Aphrodite’s Revenge



"Ohhhh!" said Shawna while she delivered her climactic residue. "Ahhhh," said Shawna, her hips in a state of convulsion. "Whewwwww," said Shawna, feeling a great sense of relief and satisfaction, staring at Clarice's beautiful face while she erupted onto it.

Having received a dose directly in her mouth, Clarice said garbled, "We have a squirter here! It's a gusher!"

The other girls, including the pledges, applauded, while Shawna made a rapid dismount comparable to a battlefield rout. She was not the type to swoon after cumming. Rather, she was beaming her contentment that she was able to complete the event, and appreciative as to how Clarice came to her rescue. She made a demonstrative curtsey.

"Thank you so much! You saved me. Thank you, Sister Clarice," said the grateful Shawna while hugging her mentor. Wiping her face with a towel, Clarice returned the hug politely, then moved to stand beside the reverend mother. 

Living a stodgy life in New York, Clarice felt exuberant toward the freedom she felt while commingled amongst her sorority brethren. It was a breath of fresh air, having dumped her husband for the weekend, ready to party with old and new friends alike. Many alumni felt as she did and close to sixty of them were expected to attend the annual ball the following evening.

"Reverend Mother, might I have a word?" asked Clarice.

"Yes, Sister Clarice, please approach," replied Brittany with a formal overtone.

A private conversation ensued, in which Brittany, Kerry and Clarice discussed the pledges and their performance during their hazing. It was agreed that all four would be admitted and the ritual completed in accordance with the by-laws. A series of chuckles and guffaws by the three woman were pertinent to a more closely held conversation not share with the others.

Brittany stood and pronounced, "All four pledges shall be admitted. The official ceremony will be held poolside in one hour. This meeting is now adjourned, so please make yourselves comfortable upstairs. Pledges go shower and prepare for your confirmation. So be it this day under the attendance of our admissions committee, so be it under god, her grace be with all."

While the procession filed out, a few obviously intoxicated, Clarice remained behind. And after a hand shake from Brittany and Kerry she was left alone with Kenneth, who was feeling hopeful that he would finally be released. 

***

"Well, that was lots of fun, wasn't it," said Clarice to the tainted veil. "It's just you and me now. Brittany gave me permission to release you at my convenience. Isn't that nice of her?" 

Ken struggled to communicate with indiscernible guttural statements that Clarice took as an expression of frustrated captivity, mixed with a tinge of hope.

"I bet they promised you breaks, that they'd let you stretch you legs, didn't they?" Her rhetorical question was laced with sultry overtones and a sense of mischievousness. "They say that to all the men we hire, no matter for what purpose. Yet, we rarely follow through with what we say to men, other than paying them. You see, we've learned that most men are untrustworthy, if not tethered in some way or other." 

She moved closer to his side and stared at his erect, reddish-purple penis still hard as nails. "And the girls seem to have bound you too tight, didn't they? No matter. It served its purpose with flying colors, didn't it? And you came twice, didn't you? Lots of cum in a stud like you." 

Clarice gently raised his penis and looked at the base where the leather harness drew tight enough to squeeze half and inch from its girth. She inspected it and removed the condom. "There, that's better. Let's give it some room to breath. Would you like me to release the leather strap?"

Acknowledgment in the form of a varying high humming-pitched utterance spoke volumes to her ears.

"Let's have a look at you first," she said removing the stained opaque fabric from his face. "Oh, my, I see why they made you wear that. Your face isn't all that pleasing, is it. Well, you make up for it in other ways. My husband is a handsome man, but I'd trade his pretty face for a cock like yours any day." She stared down at him looking at his sweaty face, judging its character. "A gag-ball. Uncomfortable, I'm sure. To think you've had that in place for what, three hours now? Would you like me to remove it?"

Ken was shocked at this woman's beauty. Certainly her voice gave clues of it, but she was exceptionally attractive beyond his imagination. Drop dead gorgeous, as the saying goes. She reminded him of Kim Bassenger, or was it Ann Margret? No that wasn't right. Yes, that's right; she looked like Kim Novak from a Hitchcock movie! Yes, that was it. Fucking so beautiful her expensive necklaces looked cheap in comparison. Perhaps it was how she wore her hair or the diamonds atop her head reflecting the bright light, as if it were the halo of an angel. Her teeth were perfect, too, her smile captivating as any he'd ever seen, although she was looking a bit fiendish at the moment. He looked down trying to see more of her body.

"Yes, you like what you see, don't you? Most men do... as do the women. God graced me with good looks and brains, too, I'm afraid. Oh, I see here why you can't nod how much you agree with me. Let me remove this harness around you head. Would you appreciate it if I did that for you?" 

Candace removed the leather thong and Ken rolled his head to stretch what muscles he could. His eyes pointed down and his head bobbed in gesture that she remove the gag. 

"OK, I'll remove it so long as you don't yell and demand to be released. Can you do that?" Her face took on a stern expression and she stared into his eyes for indication that he would be true to his word. "I can just as easily shove a sock in your mouth and tape up you nose if you cross me. Remember that."

Ken shook his head in agreement and Candice worked diligently to remove the ball-gag. And as soon as she did, Ken gasped a deep breath as if he'd been water-boarded, sucking air in with deep breaths followed by a short cough. After a moment, he mustered a word, his dry lips fixed to his teeth. 

"Thank you. I was having a hard time breathing. Now, please, the least you could do is remove that strap on my penis. It hurts me real bad."

"I'm not sure I want to do that."

"What do you mean? I thought we were through, that I earned my money times ten over?"

Candice cooed a giggle and said, "Well, I was hoping to fuck you. Let me rephrase that. I am going to fuck you because you have the most beautiful cock I've ever seen. This is why the reverend mother let me stay behind, you see: she owed me a favor."

"I... I... I don't think I can. Its been hard for three hours and I'm afraid they've damaged me."

"Nonsense! You're a young, viral man who probably walks around with an erection half the time anyway. You'll recover, and I have every confidence I can get you hard again without a need for a sex toy. It's that I'm sure you will take a little time to get going again. I mean, those girls fucked the shit out of you and you came twice. That first one was quite impressive, I must say." 

His cock received a gently smack, sending it toddling till it found its equilibrium. 

"I'll leave it up to you. We can fuck right now for ten, fifteen minutes, perhaps a little longer, and I'll let you out... or you can remain in there for however long it takes. Think about it while I get you a beer."

Gone in an instant, Ken stared up at the now familiar bright light, its intensity much greater now that his face was uncovered. She seemed nice enough, but that could change in an instant. He could see it on her face, that she had an evil propensity if provoked. 

Ice cold Heineken in hand, Clarice asked, "Have you made you decision yet?" She poured a good portion of the beer into his mouth, much of it frothing and running down his cheeks.

"Ohhh. Thank you. That is so much better. Please, another, if you would," Ken asked of his captor.

The beer was revitalizing, his parched mouth appeased. Candice was patient with him, waiting for him to swallow and stick his tongue out before giving him more. In no time the beer bottle was empty.

"Better?" she asked. 

"Much. I really feel pissed Brittany set me up like this."

"Let's not get into who did what. I'm sure you'll be compensated well for your inconvenience in the form of a bonus. Money seems to run rampant in our sorority. Besides, it matters not in the choice you must make now So,which shall it be?"

"Undo the strap. Yes, let it go. I need blood in there or I'll go crazy."

"How about I release it and then get you another beer, how's that? I'm in no hurry and I locked the door."

Struggling to get a good hold on the knot recessed in the hole, trying not to hurt him or break a nail, she finally undid the contraption and watched as his big dick deflated to three-quarters its size. Once completed, Candice went to fetch a beer and replenish her mixed drink. By the time she returned Ken's prick was half its stature, still big as far as she was concerned, but no longer in its former glory. Noticing a bowl half filled with oil, she poured some onto his deflating manhood.

"Let me massage it for you, to get the blood flowing. It was starting to look like a decomposing cucumber. Is that better?"

"Much, and I thank you." His appreciation was genuine and he strained to get a better look at her naked body. "Has anyone ever told you you look like Kim Novak?"

Snorting a snicker, she replied, "Strange you should say so. My husband married me because he though I was Kim reincarnated. More than one has made the comparison. Thing is, I have much larger breasts." She jiggled her breasts. holding them with both hands. Noticing he was trying to get a better look at her figure, Candice placed the beer on the divider close to his neck, jumped up on the wing and straddled him across his chest. "There, now you can get a better look." 

She took hold of her stacked hair below the tiara and posed as if she were on a photo shoot at the beach. "I used to model, when I was going to school at Harvard for my MBA. It paid my tuition so I was debt free before graduation, which thrilled Father." She smiled recollecting how most men who saw her naked were speechless. She gagged him with another drink of beer. Her free hand found his cock behind her and she gently stroked it while pouring more beer into his parched mouth. 

"That's much better isn't it? Not so bad now?"

Kenneth nodded. Not only did she have a superb body, her vagina was perfect, as well. 

Another beer empty, she let the bottle fall onto the carpet and leaned over his face so her superlative 34-D breasts touched his warm cheeks, followed by the sensation of his lips sucking on her aureola. Candace swung her chest to expose the other breast to his awaiting mouth, giving each equal time under his wanton suckling. 

"That feels so nice. You have an awesome mouth. Lick the tip for me with that long tongue. Ooooh, yes... just like that. Swirl it. That feels so good, I feel it down in my pussy. Watching those girls fuck you got me so horny, you cannot believe." 

Candice swung 180 degrees and planted her pussy in his face, feeling his tongue immediately dart a few inches into her vagina. In return, she put the head of his cock in her mouth, knowing how sensitive it must be after the brutal fucking he received. It didn't take long for her to have a slight orgasm, feeling highly aroused since she ate that pledge's pussy. It wasn't mind blowing, but she squirmed toward the end just the same. What she really wanted was that big cock, once he got hard again. She toyed with his limp penis, using her tongue, her heavenly lips and her long eye lashes with great effect.

"Can you let me out now? I need to stand up. My legs are killing me. I promise I'll fuck you good?" Kenneth asked with trepidation.

"You know I can't do that yet, but I do appreciate the way you ate my pussy. But I can help with the standing up part." She slid off the occupied pedestal and reached under the table. "This is so much fun! I'd bet none of the current members know about this!" 

She pushed a hidden button, which triggered a mechanical clang, followed by the sound of the floor opening up underneath the platform. Then, the luxuriant box levitated and gradually rotated onto a vertical axis. Ken felt his weight shift and he slid slightly to a standing position, still unable to move.

"How about that?" she asked. "Isn't that cool? I bet that feels better, doesn't it? Let that blood flow more freely?" She clapped her hands in delight. "I've always wanted to push that button, but as an undergraduate they wouldn't let me. Strike one item off my bucket list." Staring at Ken's cock, she said, "Make that two."

"Wow, that does feel a lot better. I don't feel as trapped. At least I can move my shoulders and straighten up my back." Candice had taken a step back and for the first time Ken could take in her entire delectable form. "What a fucking body you have... Candice, is it?"

Nodding politely, with no regard for asking him his name, she spun around so Ken could see her backside. "Many hours at the gym pays off, doesn't it?" She slapped a cheek hard, then dropped to her knees and crawled the few strides to his midsection, grasping his penis with both hands, pulling on it with tender care. Trying to sound like Kim Novack, as she did for her hubby when he was nice, she said, "Anybody ever tell you you got a huge dick?" The sound of her altered voice sent her into a fit of laughter.

"That is so funny. I practiced lots to sound just like her! How'd I do? Wait! I remember one of her sayings: I tried so hard with movies like Vertigo and Middle of the Night and others. I felt those would show me that it's only a matter of time before I'd find the right one to reach out and touch people."

Ken smiled and said, "Just like her. You're a dead ringer, except nicer boobs. Not that I've ever seen her naked."

Candice stroked him and licked the tip of his cock, feeling the blood begin to stream into his manhood. 

"Do you like looking at me while I suck on your cock?"

She devoured him, taking him deep in her mouth, feeling the blood flow through her pressing lips. She stroked him with both hands while sucking and licking the underside of his growing erection, till he was fully erect. She tugged firmly on his cock, pulling him to his fullest distention out of the argent hole, then used what she could collect of his scrotum to release his balls, so they hung against the cold silver.

"There, I knew we could make this monster happy. Look at you, all ready to go. You don't know how much I've always wanted a really big dick like this." She admired it from a variety of angles.

Standing up so as to faced away from him, Candice pushed his cock between her legs just below her vagina, then pulled up on it with her slightly shaking hands, rubbing him against her clit by means of straining his substantial erection upward through the diamond-shaped cleavage of her closed legs.

"You're just a little too tall. Let me..." she said trailing off. The mechanical infrastructure whirled beneath them for a moment, and the box slowly dropped a few inches toward the aperture that lay underneath.

"That ought to do it," said Candice, excited to have worked the device again. "I just love this this thing, don't you? In my day we referred to it as Aphrodite's revenge. As a pledge I received an ovation more resounding than Tabby." 

She grabbed the bottle of lubricant from the floor and applied an generous amount to her pussy before squeezing a large portion onto Ken's prodigious organ. Having prepared and repositioned herself, Ken's torso at the correct height for entry, she stood with the poise of a ballerina and captured his cock between the cheeks of her well-defined ass, moving up and down, knowing the coldness of the etched silver would excite him. After a while, she eased him into her waiting pussy.

"Ahhhh!" said Candice feeling his thickness. "Wow... Ohhhh! My god, you are so thick. That feels so nice."

Kenneth, in turn, moaned in agreement. "Such a silky pussy, you got there. Fucking real nice, Kim."

Using the top of the wings to support her arms, she took hold of the carpeted wood and alleviated her curiosity, pushing herself back onto Ken's erection.

"My god, I can feel you in the pit of my belly." Gasping now, she said, "That feels so good. A nice big black cock way up in my pussy. Do you like that rich white-girl pussy?"

"I do. I do. I like it lots... if only I could fuck you back." The partition rattled slightly against its hinges and bolts.

They went at it like that for quite a while, Candice's arched back plowing her ass onto the even-textured metal between them. She moved from side to side, grinding him, jabbing him with short thrusts, bending till her head touched her knees, till her legs burned as they did after an exuberant run.

"Let me..." she said, moving behind him to play with the controller. Again, metal on metal sounds, followed by a jar that moved the apparatus further into the floor.

"Be careful with that," said Ken, concerned the apparatus might violently drop into the hollow and castrate him.

Looking at his straining nine-inch erection, she said, "That looks about right," then positioned herself doggie-style on her knees before his dangling rod. She pushed back and he entered her with no need for deliberation. Knees spread apart slightly, Candice lowered her chest toward the floor, feeling his deep strokes delight her ingurgitating vagina. She looked back at Ken, who was staring at her ass while his cock disappeared entirely into her time and time again. What a figure to behold.

"You like that ass, don't you?"

"Finest ass I've ever seen." His voice carried with it a sincere authenticity. "And that there back looks so sexy, too, the way you stretch it out like that. So fine, Miss Kim. Yeah, fuck that black dick with that hot white pus. Make that pussy come. Can you come for me, you pretty little thing? Come on, faster. Make that pussy come; I sure can't do much from where I'm standing. Fuck me good now, bring it on!"

Candice slid her hand underneath to rub her clit, vibrating two fingers at just the right spot. She concentrated on the sensation of having a man so deep inside of her, how good the long strokes made her feel, fucking the shit out of herself with that dick, now feeling it was she who was restricted, captured by its effective wrath. She came hard, slamming him into her, pushing herself as if she were on a piece of equipment at the gym. She came and kept fucking him hard, pushing him in so fast his cock bowed slightly, till it slid back in to the hilt with added force. 

She took hold of his balls and fondled them along with herself, maintaining the intensity of her assault , knowing that no man could withstand her effort for long. That was a fact. She felt herself come again.

"Oh, god!" she shouted.

"I'm going to come... I'm going to come!" cried Ken.

"Come with me! Come with me!" cried Candice, whose arms buckled, her face gently plowing into the carpet. 

Ten strokes later she felt him straining, read to come. Faster than lightening, Candice whirled around and shoved his cock into her mouth just in time to feel blasts of cum strike the back of her throat. She applied suction and swallowed a load of thick cum, and kept sucking, moving her head forward and back till he stopped spasming. Exhausted by the effort, she sat down on the carpet and tried to catch her breath, his sperm delightfully effervescent in her mouth. She wiped a glob from her cheek and consumed it like a rogue strand of spaghetti.

"Fuck... that... was ...so good. I... needed...that... so much. Such a great... cock." She rubbed sweat from her face with an oily towel. "My god, you have a fucking incredible cock. I came... so hard!" she said out of breath.




The Maiden Of Aphrodite’s Revenge



Even though Kenneth didn't lift a muscle, he, too, felt spent. Fucking five girls in four hours, coming three times in the process. A twinge of guilt crossed his consciousness, imagining himself telling his girlfriend what had transpired. Looking down at Candice sitting at his feet totally spent, her soft breasts heaving with splattered with gobs of cum making them glitter, he had to snap his head back to make sure he wasn't dreaming. And the money, too. The fucking money! This was going to turn out alright, and what a story he had for his brother now. Tyrone would never believe it.

"Man, you made me come so much, Miss Candice. I loved it. It was the best, and worth being trapped in here for so long."

"My pleasure," she said taking in deep breaths, the redness of her face slowly subsiding.

"Now, when you have a moment, I'd sure like to get out of this thing."

"Wow, that was fantastic. Something to write home about." Taking hold of the side of a wing, she pulled herself up. She leaned down and gave him a deep kiss, their tongues swirling, nostrils flaring. 

"That was so nice, and I thank you for it," said Candice while she moved to the back of the room to collect her evening gown. Ken watched her exquisite unstable figure sashay across the floor. He could just see her hour-glass figure through the glare, while she put on her dress. And when Candice returned she looked like a million bucks, now even more radiant with the afterglow of sex. 

"So, if you'd push what you need to to get me out of this thing, I'll go find Brittany, so she can pay me." His tone was matter of fact.

"Yes. About that," said Candice apprehensively. "I can't do that. Let you out, I mean. She has to do that," she said, finding her heals and slipping them on. "I'll tell her you are ready to be released and I'm sure she'll be down to get you out real soon." Her statement came across as if she herself didn't believe what she was saying, yet felt no remorse in her deception.

"What? You said you'd let me out. Aren't you a lady of her word?" He did his best to shake the coffin and pounded the back of his head into the cushion out of frustration and anger. "You have to let me out!"

"I'm so sorry, but I just can't do that! I'd get in trouble!" she exclaimed while working the controls behind his back. The machine came to life and revered itself to place the maiden of Aphrodite's revenge back to its original position. "I have to lie all the time. I hate doing it, but such is the life of a diplomat, so they say."

"No. No, No!" he screamed. Yelling at the top of his lungs, he said, "You fucking bitch, let me the fuck out!"

"Oh, my, now you did it." She held up the ball-gag and dangled it on her index finger. "I warned you about this."

"Fucking no way! Don't you even think about putting that thing back on me! I'll fucking bite you!" Ken shouted in gloom. 

Reaching behind his head, Candice fished for the thong and attached to his forehead. 

"Now, don't fight me or you'll regret it," sounding once again like Kim Novak. "Remember, you are quite exposed here, perhaps more so than I was in Vertigo. What, I should tie up that pretty cock of yours again, too? Perhaps smack the beast around before I go upstairs? I will. You be nice and I'll be nice."

"Fuck you, you fucking rich bitch. All you rich bitches don't own me. I ain't your slave you..."

Reverting back to her own voice, cutting him off mid-sentence, Candice shouted, "That's right. You're getting paid to do this, so shut the fuck up!" Fire blazed in her eyes and she stood to her full high-healed height, her presence taking on a stately stature.

Ken forced his lips closed and refused to open his mouth so she could insert the ball and attach the clasp. She pinched his nose shut tightly. Ken did his best to breath between his teeth, but when he felt the pressure of a strong hand squeeze hard on his cock and twist, he paused and looked at her with knowing eyes. She was going to hurt him terrible if he didn't comply.

"That's right, big fella. Don't make me take a high heel off and fucking smash the shit out of you. Feel lucky your balls are on the other side right now. That can change quickly, too; I can always fish them out with a coat hanger. Now, open!" Her tone quieted after a brief pause, squeezing him as hard as she could. "I'm through with you and want to go party with my friends. I've been fucked over by men so many times I feel no remorse for the situation you got yourself into."

Ken reluctantly opened his mouth and the ball fell in place. 

"That's a good boy. Yes, that's much better," she said affixing the harness. "No sense in ruining a great time now. Honestly, I know a slew of men who'd take your place to fuck me in an instant. And look at all the other young tarts you've had this evening. Just deal with it like Kerry said to Shawna. Fucking just deal with it because shit happens and you are not in control. Dare I say it? Man the fuck up?"

The last Ken saw of Candice's striking form was just before he felt the veil cover his face once again. He was left to his own demise, and the light that shined down on him was a bright reminder of the stupidity of his ways. 

END