10 comments/ 109495 views/ 52 favorites A Rough Sorority Rite By: Goldeniangel Author's Note: This story is a combination of two reader requests - one for a story in which a darker skinned woman dominates a lighter skinned woman, and one for a story in which a woman uses pussy-torture on another woman. Obviously, this story has some hardcore elements to it. It is exclusively FF, there is pussy torture, rough sex, a very large strap-on and some verbal humiliation. Hopefully there are no sororities that actually treat their initiates this way, but that's the storyline that I chose to use for this particular plot. I hope you enjoy! ******** Lacey Alexander knelt, blindfolded, with the other girls who were pledging Delta Beta, the most prestigious sorority on campus. Quite possibly the most prestigious in the nation. Over a hundred girls had tried to rush on her campus alone and she still wasn't entirely sure how she'd been so honored to make the final cut. With so many girls competing, the sorority had their pick of the best, brightest and most beautiful. Girls with the grace of a southern belle and the brains to run Fortune 500 companies. Being in Delta Beta almost guaranteed one of the brightest futures possible because of the connections that were created through the sorority. They didn't care about where you came from either. The sorority took in everything from students were on full scholarships to students who had never spent half a minute thinking about the cost of something before buying it. In fact, Lacey wasn't entirely sure what the members were looking for other than beauty, grace, social skills, brains and the overwhelming desire to join. There seemed to be an indefinable "it" quality to every single one of the girls who had made it through the past weeks as the sorority members thinned the herd. Some of the most beautiful girls had been cut along with some of the smartest. Although, of course, those that remained were both stunning and intelligent. Some shown with more of an inner beauty than an obvious one. Being quite beautiful, with pale creamy skin that never tanned, and goldish-red hair that she kept in short waves down to her shoulders, Lacey fit in very well with all the other beauties. She had a curvy body with just a little pouch of a stomach, gorgeous 34DD breasts that were tipped with nipples of palest pink, and big green eyes that a boy had once compared to jade. But beauty alone wouldn't get you in. Most importantly was the overwhelming desire to be part of Delta Beta, because going through pledging was utter hell. Lacey had done things in the past few weeks that she'd never imagined in her life. Not just embarrassing things like only being able to wear footie pajamas to her classes for a week. Although she'd lost her virginity on her 18th birthday, nothing had prepared her for the sexual demands of the sorority girls during rush. At any point, Lacy could be ordered to get on her knees and eat a member's pussy. And had done so, many, many times. Now tonight was the last night that she would have to get through and she knew that the sorority members were going to make it hard. Already they were pinching, groping, sticking their fingers into Lacey's pussy which was becoming wetter by the second. All of the pledges had been ordered to kneel down with their knees spread, naked, before putting their blindfolds on and clasping their hands behind their backs. The position made all of them incredibly vulnerable. The adrenaline and arousal pumping through her veins made it hard to keep still, especially as fingers wriggled between her legs and tugged at her nipples. Every now and then one of the pledges would let out a low moan. Anxiety was running high. There were so many rumors on campus about what happened the last night, about the sexual debauchery and possibly even sexual torture that pledges would be forced to go through, to prove how much they wanted to be in Delta Beta. Lacey wanted it a lot. Not just wanted. Needed. Lacey knew that this was the best chance to get out of the near-poverty that her family had been living in, to have a bright and shining future guaranteed. Being on scholarship, she knew that the best thing for her was to get into Delta Beta. All sorts of connections would open up for her and her life would no longer be uncertain. All she had to do was get through tonight and all those open doors would be hers. Waiting for one of the sorority girls to choose her for the night was one of the most torturous experiences she'd ever had. Not Zara, not Zara, not Zara, she thought silently to herself, almost like a prayer. Zara, the President of Delta Beta, was one of the few members that Lacey hadn't been with yet. She was also the one with the most formidable reputation for being rough, and on a night when all of the members were going to be rough, that would just mean that Zara would probably be even rougher. Lacey didn't know what was in store tonight, although she'd heard whispers of whips and bondage, gang bangs, male frat members invited into threesomes... and all sorts of other kinky things that made her shudder just to think of them. "Mmmm look at all this nice pale skin," someone in front of her purred, trailing their finger down the center of Lacey's chest and over to her right nipple, tweaking it. "Isn't it pretty?" "Very pretty," said another voice. "I like the contrast." Someone - she assumed the speaker - hefted her other breast in their hand, rubbing their thumb over her nipple and Lacey stifled a moan. She was so wet that the tops of her thighs were starting to slick with it. "Yeah, I'm going to take this one." The hand that had been on her breast moved, clamping onto the back of her head, twirling her hair around it to give her assailant a better grip, and pulled her to her feet. A heated kiss was pressed to her lips and she opened them obligingly, taking the other girl's tongue into her mouth and suckling on it eagerly. "Mmmm you're a hot little bitch aren't you?" The voice growled. It was the girl that said she liked the contrast, whatever that meant. "Yes," she said panting. And then moaned again as the girl pulled on her hair, tugging her head back so that her breasts thrust out, her hands still clasping each other in the small of her back. A mouth enveloped one nipple in its humid embrace while the other was pinched by a pair of clever fingers. Lacey mewed and squirmed, the blindfold adding to the intensity of the sensations, the mystery of her lover increasing her arousal. Then the mouth pulled away from the hard nubbin of her nipple and the hand in her hair released. A hard tug on her other nipple had her stumbling forward as she was led away from the circle of pledges. Completely blind, she had to rely on the direction given by her nipple, which was starting to throb in the hard pinch of the other girl's fingers. Finally they stopped and her nipple was released. She heard footsteps walking away from her and then the sound of a door closing, cutting off the sighs and moans of the other pledges. The footsteps came back closer to her. "Remove the blindfold now Lacey." As she did, the room seemed to blur as she blinked, trying to focus. The lighting was fairly low, but still bright considering that she'd been in complete darkness before. Standing in front of her was a gorgeous black woman, completely naked, with creamy mocha skin and dark brown nipples which were already hardened into little eraser points as she stared at Lacey's body. There was no hair between her legs and her pouting purplish pussy lips, glistening with juices, were clearly visible. Zara. Lacey trembled. Of all the luck. But at least now she understood what Zara had meant by the contrast; her dark skin tone against Lacey's creamy paleness would be a gorgeous contrast. If only she didn't have such a fearsome reputation. The anxiety made Lacey's pulse race, but her pussy just got even juicier as she wondered what sexual torments the sorority president would put her through to earn her membership. The other woman paced around her, taking in every inch of Lacey's attractive assets. She rubbed her thighs together, trying to create some friction to pleasure herself with. "Stop fidgeting," Zara snapped, her hand slicing out and slapping Lacey's ass. The sting surprised her and also turned her on even more, the slight pain mixing with the need in her pussy. But she stopped fidgeting, hoping that they'd start soon. She watched as Zara went over and lay down on the bed. "Come here Lacey," she crooned as she spread her legs open, revealing her glistening core. "Come here and please me." Eagerly Lacey hurried over to the bed. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad. So far Zara wasn't doing anything that she hadn't experienced before. She'd already discovered from her experiences with another sorority member that she enjoyed a spanking. Kneeling between Zara's legs she lowered her head to the other girl's breasts, taking one dark nipple in her mouth as she squeezed the large mounds, enjoying the way their softness filled her hands. While she still didn't consider herself a lesbian, she had learned to enjoy being with another woman. Thankfully, considering how often it was demanded of her as she pledged. "Mmmm yeah... suck on my titties," Zara moaned, one of her hands fisting in Lacey's hair, the other sliding down to Lacey's breast where she began to squeeze and knead the soft flesh. Lacey admired the contrast of her pale hands on Zara's brown body, they looked very pretty against each other. In her mind she pictured what her own breast must look like in Zara's darker hand, creamy skin and palest pink nipple against the coffee colored skin of the other girl. Zara pinched her nipple and Lacey moaned around her mouthful of breast flesh. "The other one," Zara demanded. "Suck on the other one, you little whore." The crude words were a turn on all on their own, shocking Lacey since she knew she should be insulted; instead being called a whore sent a fresh surge of arousal to her pussy. She suckled at Zara's breasts, doing her best to please the other girl. The hand in her hair tightened and pulled her off of Zara's succulent nipples, which stood at attention, hard and shiny from her efforts. Hungrily Zara pulled Lacey up to her mouth, continuing to tug and pinch at her nipple as she maneuvered Lacey with the hand in her hair. Even though Lacey was technically 'on top,' Zara had complete control over her body. She moaned as Zara thrust her tongue into her mouth, squeezing Zara's boobs as they swapped spit. Zara's kiss was roughly domineering, turning her on as much as any man ever had. It was like Zara was an alpha male in a woman's body. Her tongue invaded Lacey's mouth, going deep, and she used her hand in Lacey's hair to hold her tight until Lacey was breathless from making out. As Zara continued to pinch and tug on her nipple, she began to wish that the Sorority President would turn her attention to her other nipple. The one in her possession was becoming sore while the other ached from lack of attention. Then Zara released her nipple and began pushing Lacey down her body, using forcing her head between her legs. Zara's pussy was very wet, her shaved pussy lips swollen with her need. "Lick me slut." Immediately Lacey stuck out her tongue and began to orally worship Zara's crevice, sliding her tongue along the sensitive pussy lips and teasing the girl's hole. Moaning, Zara began to move her hips in time with the strokes of Lacey's tongue, both of her hands now on Lacey's head, pulling her into her pussy. Zara's pussy was sweet, like peaches and cream with just a hint of sour. Placing one hand on Zara's thigh, Lacey used her other to spread Zara's pussy lips, allowing her to lick the other girl even more intimately. "Mmmmm that feels good. You're a good little pussy licking whore." Zara pulled her legs up, her knees tilting towards her chest and exposing more of her pussy to Lacey. "Lick my asshole, little whore." This was something Lacey had never done before but she didn't hesitate. Zara's derogatory words and erotic orders had her so turned on. The idea of licking her anus was so incredibly perverse and dirty that she couldn't help but be even more aroused. Her mouth moved lower, her tongue circling around the crinkled little hole. It tasted slightly different from Zara's pussy; more musky and dryer. The other girl moaned even more loudly, humping her hips up and down as Lacey's tongue laved over the sensitive bundle of nerves. She wondered what it would feel like to have her own anus licked. "Oh fuck yeah... finger my pussy while you lick my ass..." Zara's moans became more pronounced as Lacey slid her fingers into the hot cavern of her pussy, the inner walls tightening around her invading digits. They were spongy and soft against her probing fingers as she searched for the rough ridge that would send Zara over the top. Simultaneously she sucked on Zara's asshole, her tongue wriggling and stabbing at its entrance. She felt decadently sinful in performing these dirty deeds and she wondered if she should be ashamed at her perverse enjoyment of the situation. Her fingers stroked in and out of Zara's pussy, the pads on her fingertips rubbing over the other girl's sweet spot just as her tongue managed to force its way into the tight ring of muscle that guarded the entrance to Zara's anal passageway. "Oh FUUuuuuuuCK! My clit! Suck my clit!" Pulling on Lacey's hair hard, Zara forced her away from the her ass, leaving the dark hole shiny with her spit, and up to the engorged bud peeking out at the top of her pussy. Eagerly Lacey sucked it into her mouth, her fingers rubbing inside of Zara and pressing against her g-spot. The other girl wailed and Lacey felt her own surge of sympathetic ecstasy at knowing how well she was pleasing Zara. All of her anxiety and fears about being with Zara had melted away. So the other woman liked to talk dirty and call her names, so she liked to drag Lacey around by the hair and have her asshole licked; that all had turned Lacey on more than anything else. Maybe some other girls didn't like it, but Lacey did. She sucked hard on Zara's clit, rubbing it between her lips and flicking it with her tongue as the other girl screamed and came, her pussy quivering around Lacey's fingers as sweet honey flowed from her, coating Lacey's hand. Her own pussy throbbed in harmony, hopeful that perhaps Zara might reward her in kind. With all the skills that she'd learned as she'd pledged, she was able to draw Zara's orgasm out, rocking the older girl with pleasure until finally she sighed in satisfaction and pulled Lacey's mouth away from her leaking pussy. "You're a good little pussy eater, Lacey. Are you a lesbian?" "No, I've just been getting a lot of practice," she said honestly. "I don't mind it though." Zara laughed. "Ah... I remember those days. I never learned to like it. By the time you're a senior you won't have to do it unless you want to." Lacey nodded her understanding. Social hierarchy within the sorority meant that with each year there were less girls that you had to cater to. As a pledge she was anybody's meat, as a freshman and newly minted member she'd continue to be so but after rushing the new members weren't as in demand anymore. Pushing Lacey off of her, Zara slid off the bed. "Lie down in the center of the bed and put your hands above her head, little whore." Eagerly Lacey got into the position that Zara had demanded. Even though she'd gotten used to these girl on girl erotic demands, there was something about Zara that excited her like nothing else. The domination was so much more complete with her. The dark skinned girl pulled a pair of leather cuffs, connected by a chain, from her bedside table and fastened one around Lacey's right wrist before threading the loose cuff and chain through the posts on the headboard, and then attaching the second cuff around Lacey's other wrist. As soon as Zara let go, Lacey couldn't stop herself from tugging on the cuffs to see how strong they were. Very, as it turned out. Zara smiled at her wickedly and Lacey's heart rate sped up, knowing that she was bound to Zara's mercy. Were all the stories of Zara's sexual cruelty true? Was Lacey about to find out now? Zara pulled some straps from the drawer and Lacey watched with interest as Zara attached one around her creamy thigh and then bent her knee and wrapped the strap around her calf as well. Now Lacey's calf was pressed flush against the back of her thigh, hampering any leg movement. Repeating the restraints on Lacey's other side, Zara then ran a long chain from each side of the bed and attached it to the straps around Lacey's legs, spreading her legs wide. Realizing that she looked a little bit like the frogs she'd once dissected in biology class, except that her hands were also stretched out high above her head, Lacey started to tremble with a touch of fear. The way her hands were bound and stretched thrust her breasts upwards, and the restraints on her legs had her creamy thighs spread open so far that her pussy lips gaped wide, showing off her wet pink interior. Looking up into Zara's eyes, she saw a glint of cruel anticipation and she opened her mouth to beg Zara to release her from the bindings and let Lacey please her some other way; but her plea turned into a shriek as Zara's hand came down hard between her legs, spanking her open pussy. The shocking pain cranked through her, the hard slap shocking her system. Never in her life had anyone ever treated that tender area so roughly! "Mmmm you just got even wetter," Zara purred, rubbing her fingers through Lacey's wet lips. What? Surely that wasn't possible. But as the pain subsided under Zara's stroking fingers, Lacey realized that in some ways the pain had felt kind of good, the leftover tinkles from the slap mingling with the arousal that she'd already been feeling. Zara's fingers glided down to Lacey's anus, circling the crinkled rim with the wetness from Lacey's pussy. "Have you ever had anything in this pretty little asshole?" "Yes," Lacey admitted. "My ex-boyfriend put his fingers there sometimes and we tried to have anal sex once, but it hurt too much so I made him stop." Zara smiled at her wickedly as she put pressure on the tight hole and Lacey groaned as it gave way, allowing two of Zara's fingers entry into the snug tunnel. It burned a little, it had been so long since anyone had touched her there, and she shuddered as she felt Zara's fingers digging deeper. Lacey had always enjoyed the full feeling of having her ex's fingers in her asshole when he'd been eating her out, but he'd always started with one and eventually worked his way up to two. Now Zara had two slowly sinking into her, an uncomfortable probing that would have set her squirming if she'd been able to move at all. Instead, she was only able to lay there and take it - which really just turned her on all the more. Then Zara's fingers pulled out and the other girl got up off the bed, smirking a little. "I'm about to do you a favor, Lacey, although you might not appreciate it at first." "What are you going to do?" The sorority president just smiled at her as she reached back into that drawer and pulled out a new toy. It was made of black rubber and had a bulbous shape, pointy at one end and then expanding slowly outwards into a bulb, from which there was a smaller part sticking out connecting it to a wide base. "This," Zara announced, "is a butt plug. If your boyfriend had used one of these first then you two probably could have had anal sex." Although she wanted to ask if Zara was planning on fucking her ass, or possibly protest that she'd prefer not to have her ass played with, Lacey just bit her lip and stayed quiet. Unfortunately this wasn't about what she wanted or needed, and from the excited and determined look on Zara's face she could tell it wouldn't do any good anyway. Not if Lacey wanted into the Sorority. The only way out of this was to stop pledging, and Lacey hadn't come this far to shut the door on her golden future. So she just watched quietly as Zara lubed up the black plug and then climbed onto the bed, looking almost gleeful as she pressed the hard point of the plug to Lacey's crinkled hole. A Rough Sorority Rite As the tight ring of her sphincter stretched open around the hard rubber, Lacey groaned and whimpered. Zara worked the plug back and forth, opening up Lacey a little more with every push of the toy. Her muscles burned and protested and Lacey found herself struggling to move against the leather cuffs and straps, trying to squirm away from the hard toy that was stretching her so far open. "Mmmm, you have such a hot little asshole, Lacey," Zara said, ignoring her wriggling movements and unhappy groans. It's all pretty and pale pink, and it turns almost white where it's stretching over the plug. I bet any guy would love to get his dick in your tight little ass and see it straining to hold his cock." The continued assault on her anus and the erotic images that Zara's dirty words conjured were confusing Lacey's senses. She wanted Zara to stop and at the same time, she was starting to wish that Zara would just shove the plug all the way in and fill her up. "Do you like having your asshole stretched open?" "I don't know..." Lacey replied, panting a little bit. "It kind of hurts but it kind of feels good too." With a smile, Zara shoved the plug fully into Lacey's tight hole, and Lacey shrieked, her breasts jiggling on her chest as she struggled. Her anus spasmed, clutching at the invading toy, trying to push it out, but the bulbous part was firmly settled behind her grasping sphincter, the wide base snug between her spread cheeks. When she looked back down her body at Zara, the other girl was watching her struggles with fascination, as if Lacey was a butterfly that she'd pinned down and was tormenting. Seeing that she had Lacey's attention again, Zara gave her a sadistically sweet smile and pulled at the base of the plug, making Lacey's anus protest as it tried to stretch open again. "Please stop, that hurts! Please leave my ass alone!" Lacey begged. To her surprise, Zara did so, releasing the plug. "You're a lucky girl, Lacey, I always honor a first request, so now I'll leave your ass alone." With quite a bit of trepidation, feeling that her doom was somehow looming despite the show of consideration from Zara, Lacey watched as the darker girl went back to that awful drawer. What the-? She'd pulled out a bag full of what looked like wooden clothespins. What on earth could those be for? "Time to see if you want to be a sorority sister badly enough," Zara said, her voice almost playfully teasing as she got back onto the bed, kneeling back in the same place, close to Lacey's exposed pussy and plugged anus. However playful her tone was, Lacey also recognized the inherent warning. Although Zara had honored her request to leave her ass alone, if Lacey couldn't get through tonight being used by Zara however she wished, if she begged too much for Zara to leave her alone, then it could be interpreted as her not having enough desire to be in the sorority. The whole point was to test her limits, to push her beyond her comfort level and have her prove that she wanted to be a member, that she'd take whatever she had to in order to be a sister. Resolving herself to withstand whatever Zara had planned for her, Lacey nodded her head. "I want to be a sorority sister more than anything else." Because being a sorority sister meant that her future would be set. "Good," said Zara, looking Lacey directly in the eye as she pulled at the outer labia of Lacey's pussy lips and attached a clothespin to it. Lacey shrieked at the sharp pinch, it was so much more painful than anything she'd ever experienced. Ignoring her shriek, Zara immediately placed another one, less than an inch away from the first. Determined not to beg, Lacey found tears filling her eyes and beginning to trickle down her cheeks as Zara lined her outer labia with the pins, each one like a needle jab into her pussy. To her shock, she found herself getting even wetter as the pain throbbed in time with her heartbeat. With each new ornament, the pain became both easier and harder to withstand. As blood filled her pussy lips, trapped by the clamps of the pins, the pain increased overall. However, as it was spread over a greater area, she actually started to feel accustomed to the bite of the pins and the larger surface area made it easier for her to withstand. "Mmmm, you have such a perfect pussy for this," Zara crooned, flicking one of the pins and making Lacey shriek again as the renewed pain rippled through her agonized flesh. "Your pale pussy lips are turning so nicely dark pink. On my brown lips you can barely see a difference." Looking down, Lacey had to admit that the sight of her wooden lined pussy with its darkening pink lips was indeed an erotic sight to behold. If only it didn't hurt so much! "Are you going to take them off now?" she asked, trying not to beg. Her tears had stopped flowing, as she'd gotten used to the pain, but her voice was still shaky. Right now her body felt so confused, she was still so turned on, but at the same time her pussy ached with the torture of the pins, feeling swollen and confined. Shaking her head, Zara ran her finger down the wet center of Lacey's cunt. "No, you're obviously enjoying this even if you don't want to admit it. Besides, I'm not done." Before Lacey could ask what more Zara could do, Zara was already demonstrating as she attached a pin to the much more sensitive inner labia. As Lacey renewed her wordless shrieks, her body quivering enough to make the clothespins shake and flop around, making her entire pussy feel like one giant pinch, Zara gleefully finished decorating those inner lips, leaving Lacey's exposed pussy a mass of wooden clothespins. "OW! OW OW! Please! Oh please!" "Please what? You aren't asking me to stop now, are you Lacey?" Again, that hint of warning in Zara's voice. Lacey shook her head, biting down on her lip to keep from begging for just that. She could do this, she could. Taking deep breathes, she worked her way through the pain. Her pussy felt like a swollen, burning mass of sensitive flesh, and yet she could still feel that coiling tension deep inside of her that indicated she was on her way to an orgasm. How could this sexual torture be turning her on so much? There had to be something wrong with her. "Mmm, so wet," Zara purred, carefully inserting her fingers in Lacey's tight hole through its prickly clothespin edgings. Her fingers curled up inside Lacey, rubbing over her g-spot, and despite the twinges in her aching lips, Lacey could feel her body responding immediately to the stimulation. Moaning, she couldn't stop her hips from trying to hump upwards, but the bondage that Zara had put her in constrained her movements to the point where she was completely at Zara's mercy for any kind of stimulation, whether it was pleasure or pain. The sensations mixed together in an incongruous brew that overwhelmed her senses until she couldn't tell up from down or torment from ecstasy. Then something harshly pinched her clit and the exposed bundle of nerves screamed, a sound that ripped from her core to her throat as she came hard in a torrent of liquid fire. Snapping pulses of lightening ripped through the waves of ecstasy, like a storm over an ocean, as clothespins were sent flying and blood rushed back into her pussy lips, turning them to a plump red rose. Lacey writhed in abject torment, the excruciating rapture turning her into a mindless creature of sensation. The last clothespin to be removed was the one on her swollen bud, accompanied by a strong press against that sweet spot deep inside of her, and her arms jerked convulsively against her bonds as her frog-splayed body shook with orgasmic reaction. It wasn't until the last ripples of her release began to recede that Lacey realized Zara was playing with her asshole again, twisting the toy back and forth inside of it as she continued to pump two fingers in and out of her pussy. Her moans died down to soft whimpers, knowing that she was helpless to stop Zara's manipulation of her holes. Every last centimeter of her pussy hurt awfully now that the pleasure was receding, feeling so much more sensitive than she'd ever felt it before. When she looked down at her body, she was horrified to see that her pussy lips were bright red against her pale skin, Zara's coffee colored hand adding further contrast as her slick fingers prodded and twisted in Lacey's clenching tunnel. "See, that wasn't so bad, was it?" Zara asked with a cruel smile. Knowing what she had to do, Lacey nodded, even though truthfully she was unsure how she really felt about it. That was the most intense orgasm she'd ever experienced, but she wasn't sure she ever wanted to go through anything like that again. But she knew that Zara had only been looking for one answer anyway. "I think you should thank me, because I could tell what a good orgasm that was." "Thank you for the amazing orgasm, Zara," Lacey said immediately, feeling a little bit like an automaton. But at least there was some sincerity in her voice, since it truly had been the most incredible orgasm she'd ever experienced. "You're welcome Lacey," Zara said as she beamed at her. "Now, to show you how nice I am, I'm going to give you a choice. Would you like me to play with this delectable cunt some more? Or maybe your ass? Or your titties?" Considering the sore state of her abused pussy and her fear of the pain that could follow any similar treatment to her ass, the choice was very easy. "My titties." Zara tipped her head to the side in a questioning manner. "Are you sure? You don't seem sure." "Please Zara, I want you to play with my tits," Lacey begged, well aware that what she was really begging for was mercy for her ass and pussy. "My tits are aching for you." Going a step further, Lacey did her best to wriggle back and forth, jiggling the luscious mounds with their pale pink tips enticingly. "Mmmmm..." Zara hummed as she reached forward and squeezed Lacey's breasts in her hands, thumbs rubbing over her nipples. The caress was a little rough but very pleasurable and Lacey arched her back upwards to encourage her, thrusting her breasts even higher. "These are very nice titties. I wonder if I could get these pale little nipples as pink as your pussy," she said thoughtfully. Dread streaked through Lacey as Zara pinched the little buds in question, her gaze avidly watching Lacey's changing expression as she tightened her grip on the nubbins, twisting them slightly in her grasp. Lacey mewed as Zara's touch went from pleasurable to roughly enjoyable to pinching. "Are you sure you want me to play with your titties Lacey?" It was still the lesser of the evils, so Lacey was sure. She was also humiliated by the necessity of begging to have her breasts tortured, but she couldn't deny that some base part of her enjoyed it a little bit too. Despite - or maybe because of - the brutal treatment that Zara was putting her through and the incredible orgasm that she'd experienced not five minutes ago, Lacey was starting to feel that hot need building inside of her again. There was some dark part of her that reveled in Zara's domination, that wanted to beg for mercy and receive none. "Please Zara," she said in a humiliated whisper. "I want you to play with my titties. I want you to turn my nipples dark pink." The other girl smiled her approval and gave Lacey's nipples a hard twist, making her yelp in surprise and shock as the painful jolt wracked her. Her nipples were incredibly sensitive, and as Zara began to tug and twist on them, she could feel her insides creaming. Lacey whimpered and moaned as Zara lowered her head and began taking turns suckling on each tender bud, her mouth as surprisingly gentle as her fingers were brutal. One nipple was sucked, flicked with Zara's tongue, teased and pleasured as the other was simultaneously pulled, twisted and pinched. The dichotomy confused Lacey's senses, especially as Zara moved back and forth between her nipples, constantly alternating which was receiving which treatment. By the time Zara finished tormenting Lacey's nipples, they were a much darker pink than she'd ever seen them, although thankfully not as dark pink as the clothespins had turned her pussy. And her pussy was returning to its normal shading, although it was now aching for some pleasurable attention after the way Zara had teased and manipulated her nipples. The bound position she was in was starting to become a strain on her muscles. "Please Zara, will you untie me now? This is becoming uncomfortable and I want to touch and pleasure you," Lacey said. It was all true, although her desire to be free of the bondage and to achieve another orgasm was much greater than her desire to pleasure Zara. But she was hoping that her last statement would help bring Zara around. "Soon Lacey, first I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before," the darker girl said with a grin, going to her closet. Lacey watched, but with Zara's back to her all she could see was the other girl pushing the dildo of a strap-on into herself and then adjusting the straps around her body as she secured it in place. When Zara finally turned around, her slim brown hand wrapped around the giant black plastic dong, Lacey's eyes bulged. It was huge! Zara's fingers didn't even meet as she grasped it, it was so thick! And long... it jutted out obscenely in front of Zara, intimidating in both size and the dark black color. If a real man came at her that size, Lacey would have run screaming. As it was, she immediately began wriggling against her bonds, suddenly realizing why Zara had secured Lacey's legs the way that she had, keeping her open and splayed. If she'd had any control at all over her lower limbs she'd be crossing them in front of her pussy, to keep from being violated by that monstrous thing. Zara's dark eyes glittered as she stepped forward, fisting the ridiculously large cock that was leading her straight back to Lacey. Looking up at Zara with fear, Lacey knew that it wasn't going to do any good but she had to beg anyway. "Zara... please... it's too big... that thing will break me in half!" "Don't worry, that's what they all say," Zara said, her cruelly crooning voice was anything but reassuring despite her words. "You'll be able to take it, I promise." Take it in the way a woman could "take" giving childbirth perhaps, but Lacey knew that this wasn't about her pleasure but Zara's. It hadn't escaped her notice that the dong Zara had inserted into herself as part of the strap-on was substantial but not nearly as big as the one she was going to be fucking Lacey with. She whimpered as Zara opened the drawer next to the bed again, only this time she was able to breath a sigh of relief as Zara pulled out a bottle of lube and slicked the surface of the plastic with it. Although Lacey was very wet from her previous orgasm and the arousal that Zara had kicked back up inside of her, the idea of Zara shoving that plastic into her without some extra help was rather horrifying. It glistened with the lube as Zara knelt on the bed, all of her attention on Lacey's pink and swollen pussy, just as all of Lacey's attention was on the giant black cock threatening her well-being. Zara ran the tip up and down Lacey's pussy. This close up Lacey was able to see that the huge girth actually was slightly narrower at the tip, just behind the mushroom head, and widened down towards the base, which meant that it would be stretching her entrance the entire time it was sinking into her. Zara lined it up with Lacey's hole and began to push. Her first reaction was to suck in air as the large knob began to force her muscles open wider than they'd ever been stretched. She groaned, unable to make a louder sound, as the large head wedged itself into her body, the plastic feeling slightly cool but quickly warming as it pressed against her heated walls. "Zara it's too big... please...." Lacey begged, wriggling like a fish on a spear, unable to move her bound body away from the marauding sorority girl. Ignoring her, Zara began to move her hips back and forth in tiny increments, her eyes glued to the sight of the huge dong pushing into Lacey's small pink hole. Those pretty, pale pussy lips looked stuffed, like a hot dog bun trying to swallow a giant black oversize bratwurst. It was obvious that the resistance of Lacey's body and her helplessness was only arousing Zara further as the darker girl leaned forward, pushing deeper with the slick surface of the dong. Lacey groaned again as her body opened under the pressure, feeling her pussy walls shudder as her delicate insides were forced apart. The huge dildo felt like it was splitting her open, filling her in a way that she'd never experienced. Reaching down to grasp Lacey's tits, squeezing the creamy mounds in her excitement, Zara began to fuck Lacey a little hard, working more and more of the dildo into her body. Lacey could feel the large knob scraping against her inner walls as it was dragged back and forth, the flared head pumping deeper into her core. She could swear that she could feel it in her stomach. "Mmmm fuck yeah... take it you little whore," Zara panted as she started moving a little harder, shoving deeper into Lacey's channel as it opened for her. The stretching was pain and ecstasy, the intense sensation of being filled beyond capacity was overwhelming, and yet she couldn't deny that she felt some pleasure from the relentless movement against her spasming walls. There was something truly erotic about being fucked by the huge dong; Zara's cock going deeper and stretching her wider than any man ever had. Lacey couldn't stop moaning and she wasn't sure if it was in pleasure or protest. "You're starting to like that now aren't you, slut?" "Oh god... Zara it's sooooo big..." "What's so big, slut?" "Your cock... oh fuck Zara... fuck me with your big black cock....." And Zara slammed the rest of the way into Lacey's body. A shrill scream echoed through the room as Lacey was filled with the last three inches, the tip of the toy rubbing against her cervix as Zara ground her leather clad groin against Lacey's sensitive folds, the dildo inside of her bouncing as she bottomed out in Lacey. Leaning forward, Zara began to really tug on Lacey's nipples as she started fucking her hard, ravaging her with the giant strap-on, their clits rubbing against the leather as their bodies pressed against each other. Lacey's juices were sloppy and shiny on the toy and the harness, she was delirious from the raw sex that the strap-on provided. Her nipples and pussy throbbed as Zara brutally manipulated her body, fucking her harder and harder, as if she could truly pound Lacey into the mattress with the force of her thrusts. Each pummeling shove also sent the harness dildo surging into Zara's body, her engorged clit rubbing against the inside of the harness; the more forcefully she fucked Lacey, the more pleasure she received for herself. After the clothespin torture, the brutal way Zara had played with her tits, and the intimidating size of the strap-on cock, Lacey had been sure that there was no way she'd be able to receive true pleasure from the fucking, but she found herself getting more and more into the situation. Her splayed pussy was stuffed completely full, the slick glide of the dildo burned and rubbed her insides as she was stretched over and over, the flared ridge on its knob dragging across her g-spot with every punishing thrust. Even the shocking jolts against her cervix started to feel good. She was Zara's sex toy for the night, Zara's good little pussy whore, and she had no choice but to take what Zara was going to give to her. Just as before, the pain was starting to coil around the rising pleasure, as if the two were a spring that fed off of each other to wind her tighter and tighter. A Rough Sorority Rite The helplessness of her situation, the giant cock that filled her completely, and Zara's rough fucking was the most intensely erotic stimulation of her entire life. Lacey could feel the most incredible orgasm bubbling inside of her, as if every synapse and nerve in her body was affected, a full-body climax. "OH FUCK YES!" she screamed as the pleasure unfurled, starting with small tendrils that erupted through her like a chain reaction of explosions, growing larger and hotter with every burst of sensation. Her pussy burned and throbbed with the intense ecstasy and she shook, convulsing in her bonds as Zara hammered at her body, fucking her smoothly, deeply, fucking her into a mind-melting oblivion as the liquid fire of her rapture overtook her completely. White lightening filled her vision and she practically levitated off the bed as Zara thrust in deep and hard and then ground against her, the darker girl writhing between Lacey's pale legs in her own orgasm, rubbing their pussies against each other through the smooth barrier of the strap-on harness. The plastic cocks inside both of them bounced and they moaned as they rode out the ends of the orgasms together. Sighing with satisfaction, Zara shuddered and then pulled the huge toy free of Lacey's pale body, enjoying the sight of the huge dong slowly sliding out of the pink folds of Lacey's pussy, leaving it gaping open after being stretched by such a monster. Lacey let out a long breath as Zara finally undid the bonds around her legs and she was able to stretch them out again. Her muscles only cramped for a moment as she flexed them. Everything felt rather hazy and dreamlike as Zara undid her wrists as well and then cuddled her close. They curled around each other, looking like yin and yang. "Did you enjoy that Lacey? If you didn't you can say so... it won't count against you. Lacey's pale body trembled. "Yes, I enjoyed it. I'm going to be so sore tomorrow... but I liked it." "I want you to be my bitch this year, no one else in the sorority will be able to touch you but me. Would you like that too Lacey?" She thought about it, but only for a moment. While part of her knew that being Zara's bitch wouldn't be easy, the truth was that deep down, she had loved every second with the dominating darker girl. Even the painful parts, which had only heightened the pleasures. The idea of being at Zara's beck and call for the year, as well as knowing she wouldn't have to service anyone else, was exhilarating. "Yes please Zara, make me your bitch." Zara's lips curved into an approving smile and she began to push Lacey back down her body. "Show me how much you want to be my bitch Lacey." The head of glossy strawberry blonde hair lowered between Zara's mocha thighs and she moaned as Lacey's tongue began to skillfully lap at her folds. It was going to be a good year.