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Chapter 16 - Six Tri-Alpha pledges
Led by their pledge mistress, the four pledges carried their overloaded
backpacks off campus in the stifling afternoon heat. All five women were
covered with sweat once they finally got to the Four-Beta Sorority
house, which meant they would have to put their uniforms in the wash and
change into clean ones. The women stripped off their clothing in the
laundry room, and Tracy suggested a few minutes in the pool. The pledges
eagerly took her up on that unexpected break.
Tracy jumped in the water with her group, every bit as naked as the
women under her control. She remained in charge, however, by instructing
the pledges to follow her doing stretches and specific exercises instead
of just lounging around. She ordered the pledges to swim several laps
and then to get out, towel off, and head downstairs to shower.
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A week had gone by since Lisa and the others first submitted themselves
to Tracy and Heather, which for Lisa was enough time to begin forming an
opinion about both women. It was obvious that Tracy took her orders from
Heather, since the Pledge Mistress was a position under the direction of
the Sergeant-at-Arms. While Heather was in charge of discipline for the
entire sorority, Tracy�s only authority was over the pledges.
Lisa knew that her three companions hated Tracy and were totally afraid
of her. Certainly Cherine felt justified in hating Tracy given what had
happened to her the night before, while Kathleen was still traumatized
over the strapping she had received for her behavior during the medical
exam. Lisa had felt Tracy�s strap and withstood her yelling as well, but
she also had been privileged to see a very different side of her Pledge
Mistress. It turned out Tracy was an intensely difficult but very caring
woman, one who was willing to take personal risks if she felt it was
necessary to help another person. She had placed trust in Pledge Lisa
and momentarily treated her as an equal, which created a secret bond
between the two women. Among the four pledges, Lisa was the only one who
understood Tracy was playing a role, that the mean-spirited Pledge
Mistress was an act she had to perform to make sure her group conformed
to the needs of the sorority.
As for her treatment of Lisa, Tracy�s attitude was �you and I have to
perform our duties as Pledge Mistress and Pledge for the next three
months. That�s the way things have to be between us until you swear in.
However, it�s not how I really see you.� Once the pledging period ended,
Tracy would change back to normal and become much more approachable.
Lisa was certain that once she was sworn in, she and Tracy were likely
to become close friends.
Heather seemed totally different from Tracy. It appeared to Lisa that,
of the two Four-Beta officers, Tracy was by far the more serious in her
personality. Heather did not seem to take nearly as much personal
interest in the pledges as did Tracy, and Lisa did not much care for
her. If Tracy secretly sympathized with the pledges, Lisa suspected that
Heather really didn�t.
Because Lisa was not in close contact with Heather, she did not fully
understand the Sergeant-at-Arm�s responsibilities within the sorority
and did not have an accurate reading of her personality. Heather�s
position required her to handle disciplinary matters throughout the
entire sorority and make sure that a group of 70 young women co-existed
with as little friction as possible. She arbitrated disputes among
members, set up the duty roster, and prevented cliques from forming and
trying to take over the sorority. She handled medical emergencies,
members� academic problems, and disputes between the Four-Betas and its
rival sororities. The long list of duties kept her very busy, but that
wasn�t a problem because she so much enjoyed being in control of others�
lives.
Heather�s duties also included handling an important part of the
relationship between the Four-Beta Sorority and the Tri-Alpha
Fraternity. The Four-Beta Sergeant-at-Arms not only oversaw discipline
and conflict resolution within the sorority, but also was in charge of
hazing and punishing the male pledges for the fraternity. The fraternity
members generally felt uncomfortable inflicting corporal punishment on
each other, so they found their solution in using a female
disciplinarian. Heather fully enjoyed performing that additional role
and having such absolute control over a group of freshmen males.
Heather�s position placed her in contact with the Triple A�s much more
than any of the other Four-Beta officers apart from the sorority�s
social director. One benefit of that constant interaction with her male
counterparts was her very active sexual life. She enjoyed having sex and
had taken advantage of her frequent trips to the Tri-Alpha house to
experiment with nearly all of the fraternity�s upper classmen. She
sought to avoid any close relationships, because at that point in her
life she was not ready to commit to anyone.
For a while Tri-Alpha Vice-President Jacob had pursued her hoping for a
more serious relationship, but Heather only saw him as a casual sexual
partner, not a potential boyfriend. That was the reason, when she
noticed Jacob�s attraction to Cherine, she did everything possible to
encourage them to flirt with each other. Cherine�s presence in the
pledge group had just resolved a potentially uncomfortable situation for
Heather.
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Following a quick shower, Tracy ordered the pledges to pull out fresh
uniforms and put them on.
"The Triple A pledges are upstairs in the sitting room. The juniors will
be doing their medical exams...well, on four of them, at any rate. The
other two are going to get examined by President Alexandra's attendants.
You four will get to watch."
Tracy led her group into the sitting room where three medical
examination tables and three treadmills were set up. The sorority's 18
juniors were all business, dressed in white doctors' jackets and
carrying clipboards. The six officers of the fraternity were present,
along with the six officers of the sorority. Also present were
Alexandra's two attendants, dressed, as usual, in shorts and t-shirts.
The pledge mistress ordered her group to kneel near the entrance,
opposite the six Tri-Alpha pledges. The women's eyes immediately became
glued to their male counterparts, because the six kneeling young men
were naked, handcuffed, and had very nervous expressions on their faces.
What struck Lisa was how different the male pledges looked from each
other. In most fraternities, freshmen pledges all looked more or less
the same: tall, athletic, loud, arrogant white males. The six naked
Tri-Alpha aspirants were a very mixed group. There were two black guys,
three white guys, and another guy who looked either Middle Eastern or
Hispanic. The Tri-Alphas were not interested in selecting pledges based
on their physical appearance. They were interested in getting members
who were intelligent, shared a willingness to try new adventures in
life, and above all, follow a philosophy about how to approach the
world.
The Tri-Alpha pledges also were of varying heights and physiques,
because physical fitness was not a prerequisite for beginning pledge
training. Three of the men, including Ken, were in good shape, but the
other three definitely needed to spend some quality time in the gym. The
pledges did not have to be physically fit on the first day (although
being fit certainly helped make their lives easier at the very
beginning). Tri-Alpha pledges were expected to get in shape during the
pledging period, because exercising was one way the fraternity weeded
out unsuitable aspirants. The ones who could not handle the physical
fitness training normally ended up among those quitting.
Like its sister sorority, the Tri-Alpha Fraternity's pledging process
had specific goals, which included sexual education, physical fitness,
academic performance, and willingness to explore new experiences. There
was plenty of harsh military-style physical training, sexual education
classes with hands-on practice, and classes for acquiring life skills
such as understanding how bank accounts and credit cards worked. There
also was plenty of physical discipline, sexual hazing, and corporal
punishment which, if anything, was even harsher than the regimen of the
sorority.
Above everything else, the fraternity wanted to use the pledging process
to identify prospective members willing to put forth a real effort to
earn full membership. To become a pledge for the Tri-Alpha Fraternity
was not very difficult, but to get through the pledging program was
difficult indeed. The attrition rate for a typical pledge group was
nearly a third, somewhat higher than the attrition rate for the
sorority. The fraternity took in large pledge groups, knowing that by
the end of the pledging period each group would be reduced to a more
manageable size. There were no repercussions against a pledge who
decided to quit, but the fraternity did expect that anyone who left his
pledge group to keep quiet about the internal workings of the
Tri-Alphas. That expectation was not hard to enforce, because if any
ex-pledge did choose to speak up, he could expect to have embarrassing
pictures of himself circulating on the Internet within days.
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There was another factor that traditionally contributed to the Tri-Alpha
attrition rate, their treatment at the hands of the Four-Beta
Sergeant-at-Arms. Lisa and her companions watched in awe as Heather went
into action. Because Pledge Mistress Tracy handled most of the routine
hazing, training, and discipline matters for the sorority pledges, the
young women had not seen the full effect of Heather as a disciplinarian.
She had been somewhat restrained around the female pledges, with a
couple of exceptions. Now it was Heather's turn to focus on hazing a
group of freshmen. It turned out that she was much more vicious than
Tracy, but she had saved herself for the guys. Lisa and her companions
were about to learn that what Tracy had subjected to them so far had
been far less severe than the hazing Heather was about to inflict on the
males.
The Four-Beta officer began by pacing back and forth waving a riding
crop in their faces. She gave each young man a cruel swat on the upper
back and then ordered them to kneel with their legs spread, fully
exposing their penises and testicles. She used the tip of the crop to
play with the men's sexual organs and massage their penises, while one
of the Four-Beta juniors took pictures. As she moved the crop around
their genitals, she made very sarcastic and cruel comments. If a pledge
got hard, she made fun of him. If he didn't get hard, she still made fun
of him.
CRACK!!!
"Ow!"
Heather had struck the fattest member of the group quite hard on the
inner thigh, very close to his testicles.
"You want to know why I did that pledge? Huh? You wanna know?"
"I�I yes�ma'am�why�"
"Because I felt like it, that's why! And if I feel like doing something,
why shouldn't I? Why shouldn't I do whatever the fuck I want?"
CRACK!!!
"Uh�uh�oh�fuck that hurts�"
CRACK!!!
"Don't you fucking swear around me, pledge! Where's your fucking
manners?"
CRACK!!!
"Didn't your mom tell you never to fucking swear in front of a fucking
lady?"
CRACK!!!
"Don't you have any fucking respect for me?"
CRACK!!!
"AUGH! Uh�uh�uh�sorry�"
CRACK!!!
"Sorry WHAT, Pledge? Sorry WHAT?"
CRACK!!!
"Ooo�hoo�Ow!"
"Sorry WHAT, Pledge? You'd better fucking answer me, 'cause I'll rip the
skin right off your legs if you don't�"
CRACK!!!
"S�sorry�Sergeant-at-Arms�"
CRACK!!!
"MA'AM, you little prick! MA'AM! You address me as ma'am! Didn't you
read your pledge manual?"
"I�I�"
"That's it! I've had it with this loser! Attendants!"
"Yes Sergeant-at-Arms Heather!"
"Take this pledge and hold him down on a table! I want to show these
little bastards what happens to irresponsible little pledges who don't
memorize the pledge manual! I'm gonna show him what a nice thick strap
is gonna feel like on that chubby little bottom of his."
"Yes, Sergeant-at-Arms Heather!"
President Alexandra's two male attendants immediately grabbed the
pledge's arms and pulled him over one of the medical examination tables.
Heather grabbed the same strap she had used on Lisa the night before and
lined up to punish the pledge. The pledge was one of the three who
needed to work out, so his bottom was soft. Heather noted out loud that
it looked like a baby's bottom.
To the pledge's horror, one of the Four-Beta juniors brought in a camera
on a tripod and set it up. Once she made sure she was ready to get some
pictures, she gave Heather a thumbs-up to begin the strapping. With that
the Sergeant-at-Arms laid into her victim, using her full body to strike
as hard as possible.
CRACK!!!�CRACK!!!�CRACK!!!�
While the high-speed camera snapped in rapid succession, the
Sergeant-at-Arms struck very hard, landing a total of fifteen swats.
Lisa later learned the purpose of the sudden punishment. The junior with
the camera was trying to get at least one good shot of the instant the
strap made contact with the pledge's bottom. The sorority women were
fascinated with taking photos of male bottoms being struck by various
implements, catching that split-second the bottom is distorted and
flattens out under the impact of thick leather or wood. They loved
seeing the flesh displaced, almost like splashing water. For that
reason, they most enjoyed photos of male pledges with large, soft
bottoms, ones that really gave a good splash effect when struck.
The pledge cried towards the end, while the others looked on in horror.
Unfortunately for Heather's victim, there was more humiliation to come.
Lisa realized the entire hazing event had been carefully thought out,
because it was obvious the Four Betas were prepared with Heather's
props. The next ordeal was an enema. Two juniors came into the room
carrying a large towel and a full enema bag. The bag was fuller than the
one the Tri-Alphas had used on Kathleen, because its purpose was not to
loosen the pledge's bowels, but instead to elicit responses to some
embarrassing questions. Lisa later learned another detail about enemas
given to male pledges. Unlike the enemas given to Four-Beta pledges,
those given to Tri-Alpha pledges were pure water. There were no herbs to
relax the subject or make the experience more enjoyable.
Once the towel was laid out, the two women grabbed the still-crying
freshman and forced him on his elbows and knees. They made sure his
badly marked bottom was turned upwards and his anus fully visible to
everyone in the room.
While the camera continued to click, Heather put on medical gloves and
lubricated a fingertip. She massaged the pledge's sphincter, poked her
finger inside, and finally pulled it out to make room for the enema
tube. While one of the juniors held the bag, Heather inserted the nozzle
and opened the clip. The bag slowly emptied as the pledge's stomach
swelled. Once all the water was safely in his intestines, Heather closed
the clip and pulled out the tube.
"You will hold this until I say you can go potty. If you spill so much
as one drop of water, we're starting all over. Now stand up!"
The pledge's face reflected the extreme discomfort from the sudden
change of posture and the shifting of water inside his intestines. He
now was ready to be interrogated.
"Pledge, I got a question for you, and you'd better answer honestly if
you want to go potty. You ready?"
"Uh�yes, ma'am�please�"
"How often do you masturbate?"
"I�uh�about once a day�"
"So you don't have a girlfriend?"
"Uh, no�not now�not since�uh�March�"
"Did you masturbate when you had your girlfriend?"
"Uh�yeah."
"That's yes MA'AM, pledge. You're gonna pay for that as soon as we're
done."
"Yes, ma'am."
"Well, why would you masturbate if you had a girlfriend?"
"She�uh�was kinda religious�and�uh�she didn't want to�you know�"
"Have sex?"
"Yes, ma'am. She didn't wanna have sex."
"Well, did you tell her you masturbated?"
"No ma'am�I couldn't tell her that�"
"That's terrible! You kept a secret from your girlfriend! If you were so
dishonest, no wonder she left you."
"I�it was embarrassing�"
"Well, duh�"
Heather gently massaged the pledge's swollen stomach, adding to his
distress.
"Now another question. When you masturbate, what do you normally think
about?"
"I�I got�you know�some magazines�"
"What kind of magazines, Pledge? Please be more specific."
The pledge named a couple of well-known men�s magazines, ones that were
known for using models with breast implants.
�So you like looking a models with fake tits? You�re telling me that
looking at silicone bags makes you want to stroke yourself? Is that what
you�re telling me?�
�I�ma�am�I didn�t�think about it like that�you know��
�Yeah, you did! You like looking at bags of silicone! For you that�s
sexy!�
Heather then did something that shocked all the pledges in the room,
male and female. She took out a box from one the exam tables and held up
a silicone breast implant. She massaged the device and waved it in front
of the pledge�s face.
�Hmm�isn�t this sexy? Doesn�t this bag of silicone just want to make you
spew right now? Come-on, let�s see you get hard!�
Heather continued to fondle the implant only inches in front of the
pledge�s face.
�Come on�I�m waiting!�
Of course nothing happened to the pledge�s penis. Instead, his face was
becoming more and more stressed from the increasing pressure in his
intestines. The other officers looked on with concern, because it was
obvious the pledge couldn�t hold the enema much longer. If he released,
there would be a horrible mess to clean up. Fortunately Heather realized
the impending disaster just in time, and ordered the attendants to take
the suffering freshman to the nearest toilet. He expelled with several
very loud splashes while the Four-Beta junior with the camera documented
his ongoing humiliation.
When he finished, the attendants unlocked the pledge�s handcuffs and
ordered him to wipe himself off and flush the toilet. They re-cuffed him
and took him downstairs to the pledge shower, where more humiliation was
waiting. The Four-Beta sophomores were gathered in the basement, where
they converged on the victim and chained him in the shower. Once he was
covered with soap, they shaved off all his pubic hair. They did not
shave the hair on the guy�s ass. The hair on his bottom would have to be
removed as well, but in a more permanent manner. That would have to be
waxed off.
The women ordered the guy on his hands and knees and to turn his now
clean backside facing upwards. Meanwhile, they heated and applied the
wax to the surface of the freshman�s already suffering bottom.
�You know, Pledge, waxing hurts a lot more after you�ve been punished,
�cause your skin�s a lot more sensitive. But that�s OK, �cause we�re
gonna get rid of all that nasty hair and give you a nice smooth ass.�
RIP!!!
�Agh!�
RIP!!!
�OW!�
RIP!!!
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Heather repeated the same treatment on the other three heterosexual
freshmen. She started by cruelly marking the insides of their thighs
with the riding crop, and then strapped their exposed bottoms for the
benefit of the high-speed camera. The strapping was followed by an
enema, an interrogation about the pledge's masturbation habits, and
finally a desperate trip to the toilet adjacent to the sitting room.
Following the ordeal in the sitting room, each pledge then was taken
downstairs to be showered, shaved, and have his bottom waxed. While
Heather and her photographer remained occupied upstairs, the sophomores
in the basement kept busy with clean-up and waxing duty.
Finally the four straight pledges, cleaned up but minus their pubic hair
and their dignity, returned to their kneeling positions in the sitting
room. The attention now shifted to Ken, who had declared himself
bisexual, and the final pledge, who had declared himself openly gay. The
humiliating treatment for them was the same as it had been for the
straight pledges, except their ordeal was handled by President
Alexandra's two male attendants.
The strapping that followed was no big deal for Lisa�s boyfriend, given
the whippings he had endured during his time with her over the past five
months. He got the standard 15 strokes and the Four-Beta photographer
took several good shots of his bottom as the strap made contact. Lisa
could have predicted what happened next. When Ken stood up he had a full
erection. A surge of sexual desire and frustration swept through her
upon seeing that hard-on. Just two weeks before that hard-on would have
been for her to enjoy. Now, more than likely, it would end up being
emptied into a jar or stuck up some guy�s ass.
Lisa drew a deep breath when it was Ken's turn to receive his enema and
be interrogated. As he turned his bottom up and the tube slid in, Lisa
felt a pang of nostalgia. The last enema he had endured had been the one
that she had given him following a paddling she had administered to him
during finals week of the spring semester. She had been totally turned
on by the sight of that tube sliding between his very red bottom-cheeks,
one of his final gestures of total sexual submission as her sub and her
lover. It hurt her to think, even at that moment, her relationship with
Ken was not what she thought it had been, that already he had turned in
his pledge questionnaire with his confession about his attraction to
other men.
As she watched her ex-boyfriend struggle to endure the strapping and
enema of his first episode of hazing, Lisa knew that, in spite of
everything, she would miss him and the relationship he had given her.
With him she had been able to do whatever she wanted. She had enjoyed
five months of complete sexual satisfaction and had become used to
having every sexual desire fulfilled. With her new lover Lisa knew she
would have to restrain herself, because Kathleen would never be able to
handle the rough treatment she had inflicted on her former boyfriend.
Ken's forced confession focused not on his masturbation habits, but
instead on the details of his secret crush on Jason Schmidt. Lisa had to
listen to Ken explain that, even while he was dating and having sex with
her, his hidden sexual fantasies really revolved around Jason. Ken
confessed that his feelings towards his friend were not sado-masochistic,
but more a desire to touch him, share massages and cuddling, and
eventually exchange oral sex. He might have wanted to spank Jason, but
only a soft erotic spanking, not one for punishment. Apparently Ken's
feelings towards Jason had intensified towards the end of the spring
semester. He had been unable to act on them partly because of his
relationship with Lisa, but mostly because Jason was fiercely guarded by
his girlfriend Cecilia. Had it not been for Cecilia, it was very likely
that Ken would have tried to seduce him.
At the prompting of his interrogator, Ken�s confession turned to his
feelings towards Lisa. He still cared for her and very much enjoyed the
sexual stimuli her punishments always elicited from him. What he wished,
however, was that he didn�t always have to be severely beaten to be
aroused. He knew, for example, that had he been able to seduce Jason and
take a dominant role in their love-making, he could have had an orgasm
without having to have it beaten out of him.
Kathleen cast a sympathetic glance over at Lisa, whose pained expression
clearly indicated she was not enjoying having to listen to the topic. Of
everyone in the room, Kathleen understood what Lisa must have been
feeling at that moment better than anyone else. She had endured more
than her share of betrayals, some of which were far more mean-spirited
than anything Lisa had ever experienced. Kathleen knew. She had been
there, many times over. She resolved to do what she could to comfort her
lover once the males were out of the house and the women had a few
minutes to themselves.
By the time Ken was escorted to the toilet, he had confessed more of his
most secret thoughts than any other member in the pledge group. Lisa�s
anger and feeling of betrayal was tempered by the knowledge that there
was no way her boyfriend could have put all of what he had just said
into words had he tried to tell her directly. What got the truth out of
him were the enema and his desperate desire to use the toilet. As Ken
staggered to the bathroom, the fraternity officers appeared satisfied
with what had just happened and the results of his interrogation. Ken�s
dilemma now was out in the open and he could begin to deal with it
honestly.
Ken was escorted downstairs to be showered, shaved, and waxed. The
showering and shaving would be conducted by males, but waxing, even of
gay pledges, remained the responsibility of the Four-Beta sophomores.
The women stood aside while the attendants took off their clothes and
stepped into the shower with the pledge. Ken remained erect throughout
most of the shower and shaving. Of course, the event was documented in
detail by a Four-Beta camera. As soon as Ken was rinsed and dried off,
the waxing crew forced him to go on his elbows and knees. A couple of
minutes later his bottom was stripped of all hair and he went back into
the shower for a final rinse-off.
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As soon as all six of the male pledges were clean and had returned to
their kneeling positions in the sitting room, the medical exam began.
The Four-Beta juniors split up into teams, each team picking one of the
female pledges to assist. The check-ups progressed systematically and
very quickly, starting with questions about each patient's medical
history. The physical part of the exam started at the head. The patient
was checked for skin ailments, eye problems, hearing problems, nose and
throat problems, and finally dental problems. Pulse, heartbeat, and
breathing came next, before each patient lay on his back for an
abdominal exam. The women momentarily ignored the freshly-shaved public
area and concentrated on the condition of the pledges' legs and feet.
The women checked each pledge's posture, body mass, and the flexibility
of his joints. Of course, no exam would be complete without a rectal
temperature measurement. There was a thorough examination of each
subject's penis and testicles, and last but not least, the rectal exam
and prostate check. The honor of conducting that part of the exam fell
upon the female pledges. The young women felt very strange as they
slipped their index finger in between their subjects' reddish
bottom-cheeks, which still bore the markings of their recent strappings
and hair removal.
The pledges needed to provide semen samples. A fraternity member brought
in six plastic cups, each with a pledge's name written on it. Once the
cups were passed out the teams went to work, massaging their subjects'
penises and prostates. One by one the young men groaned as they
surrendered their semen to the waiting cups. The Four-Beta junior with
the camera was quick to document the moment each male pledge climaxed
and his specimen was collected. The Tri-Alpha officer collected the
specimens and took them out to a waiting car. It turned out the
specimens were being collected for real analysis and would be delivered
to a nearby clinic.
Following the general physical the six young men had to run a mile on
the treadmills to get their heart rates up. The female pledges giggled
as three of the naked fraternity aspirants started running. They ran as
hard as they could, motivated by the Four-Beta Sergeant-at-Arms and her
ever-present riding crop.
The fattest member of the male pledge group got plenty of attention and
lots of motivational strokes from Heather. When he finished, his body
was saturated in sweat and his face almost purple from exhaustion.
Heather had a disconcerting suggestion:
"You know Pledge, what we ought to do? You and me can spend some quality
time running tonight. I can pace you, and I'll make sure you get a real
good workout. It'll be just you and me, running in the cool summer
nighttime. Of course, you'll be running bare-assed, just like you are
now, because I wouldn�t want you to get overheated. Doesn't that sound
like fun?"
"I...uh...yes ma'am...I guess."
"Fantastic! We got a deal! I'll come get you at midnight, and we'll go
running together! Just ask your Pledge Master for permission, and he'll
have you ready."
The color in the pledge's face changed from purplish-red to white.
Heather touched the freshman's arm.
"Come-on sweetie, don't be shy. Just go over and ask your Pledge
Master..."
Holy Shit! She's serious about this, thought the pledge to himself. Very
reluctantly he went over to the Tri-Alpha Pledge Master and knelt. The
fraternity officer struggled to keep a straight face as he told the
pledge what an honor it was to get to exercise alone with the Four-Beta
Sergeant-at-Arms, and of course he had the fraternity's permission.
"I'll make sure you're stretched out and ready to go at midnight. You're
one lucky dude, and I'm jealous! I'd love to go running with
Sergeant-at-Arms Heather, but she's never invited me."
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The Four-Betas offered a light dinner to the Tri-Alpha pledges and
fraternity officers. Heather quietly let out the word to the sorority�s
sophomores and pledges that there was to be absolutely no clean-up from
dinner, because the Triple-A pledges would be responsible for
straightening the Four-Beta house following the formal induction
ceremony.
Following the meal and a quick bathroom break, Tracy and her Tri-Alpha
counterpart directed the male pledges to go outside and off-load the
fraternity�s speaker�s podium from a pickup truck parked in the
sorority�s driveway. It was still light outside, and the six naked males
had to endure the enthusiastic cheering and whistling from neighboring
sorority houses as they struggled to get the podium off the truck and
through the front door without banging or damaging it. They carried the
podium into the sitting room and set it up next to the Four-Beta
speaker�s podium. The sorority�s sophomores checked the room�s lighting
while the male pledges went back outside to off-load several long
benches.
As soon as the male pledges finished setting up the ceremonial room,
Heather ordered them to wash their hands and kneel facing the podiums.
Tracy dimmed the lights, set President Alexandra's bell on her podium,
and ordered her pledges to kneel in front of the podiums, facing the
males.
Repeating the protocol from exactly one week before, the Tri-Alpha
president, dressed in a tuxedo, and the Four-Beta president, wearing a
formal evening dress, entered the room together and took their positions
at the podiums. The Four-Beta president rang her hand-bell and the other
well-dressed fraternity and sorority members filed into the room. As
before, the men and women quickly separated by sex and by class. The
Tri-Beta president again rang her hand-bell. There was both old business
and new business that needed to be addressed before the Tri-Alphas could
present their pledges:
"Pledge Mistress Tracy!"
"Yes, President Alexandra!"
"Please present your pledge group and give us and update on their
progress!"
"Yes, President Alexandra!" She turned to the four kneeling women:
"PLEDGES! STAND UP!"
Lisa's group scrambled to their feet, turned to face the podium, and
stood at attention. Tracy recited the training activities and challenges
completed over the past week. She surprised the three freshmen by saying
her group had adapted admirably to pledge life and she was very pleased
with their performance so far.
The sorority president then asked each member of the pledge group if she
wanted to continue pledging. Each young woman responded affirmatively.
With that the pledges were ordered to turn away from the podium and
resume their kneeling position facing the males.
Now that old business was finished, it was time to move on to new
business and the main event of the night, the presentation of the
Tri-Alpha Fraternity's six new pledges. The chapter president bellowed
out:
�Sergeant-at-Arms Patrick!�
�Yes, President!�
�We understand that you have brought us six persons who wish to share
our journey through life!�
�Yes, President!�
�Very well, Sergeant-at-Arms! You will present them to us!�
�Yes, President!�
The presentation ceremony was a repeat of the one performed for the
Four-Beta pledges the previous week, beginning with a tap on the
shoulder from a riding crop. Each naked pledge stood quietly facing the
women and men in the room, giving everyone enough time to study his
exposed body. One difference between the Four-Beta presentation and the
Tri-Alpha presentation was the condition of the men's bodies. Already
they were marked up with welts on their inner thighs and bottoms. Lisa
and her companions had been spared the humiliation of being punished
before their public presentation, but apparently with the guys the
custom was different. They had to show up with their bodies already
marked up as proof they really wanted to be pledges and commit
themselves to the fraternity. On the other hand, there was no formal
marking of the male pledges with a welt on the shoulder from three
strokes of the riding crop. The injury to the shoulder was a custom
unique to the sorority. The fraternity had nothing comparable.
A pang of nostalgia swept through Lisa when Ken stood up with his marked
body and faced the podium. She realized just how hard it would be for
her to see him several times each week, knowing that he now was out of
her reach. Sure, she could still punish him during hazing events if she
wanted, but what good would that do her? For Lisa punishing Ken and sex
always went together. She had no desire to punish him if she could not
enjoy having sex with him afterwards. It was at that moment that she
resolved one issue in her mind. She decided that she would not touch Ken
during the pledging period. Whenever he had to be punished, she would
delegate that task to another member of her group.
President Alexandra and her male counterpart gave speeches similar to
the welcoming message given to the female pledges the previous week.
Following the speeches, each male pledge was asked if he wanted to
continue with his �journey�, and each responded affirmatively. Lisa
detected a note of hesitation in the voice of the fattest member of the
group, given that the Four-Beta Sergeant-at-Arms had singled him out for
particularly rough treatment. Lisa wondered if he would be the first out
of the group to quit.
The males accepted their blindfolds and handcuffs, which had to be put
on to allow the fraternity members to formally vote for them to continue
pledging. As was true for the Four-Betas, the Tri-Alphas vote was a
formality. Not all of the Triple-A pledges were likely to finish the
pledging process, but it would be up to the pledges themselves, not the
fraternity members, to decide whether or not to continue the effort to
join the fraternity.
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Once the ceremony ended, the six males had to pose for several group
shots. The first were of the men by themselves, standing next to each
other facing the camera and facing away from the camera. That was
followed by several group-shots with the Four-Beta pledges, the naked
bodies of the men contrasting with the shorts and t-shirts of the women.
The final Tri-Alpha pledge portrait was a rather humiliating one, at
least for the straight members of the group. Heather ordered the men to
line up and turn sideways, with the openly gay pledge in the front and
Ken in the back. The four straight pledges were sandwiched in between.
She then instructed each pledge to grab the hips of the man in front of
him and press against his body. She used her riding crop to make sure
each pledge was in very intimate contact with the pledge in front of
him. Finally she ordered the men to turn their faces the camera to allow
the embarrassing position to be documented on film.
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The pledges carried the benches and Tri-Alpha speaker�s podium back to
the waiting pick-up truck after the ceremony ended and the upperclassmen
dispersed. Meanwhile, Tracy passed out inspection manuals to the members
of her pledge group.
�We�re testing both you and the Triple-A�s tonight. They�re gonna clean
up the house and you�re gonna supervise them. How well they clean this
place is a reflection of your ability to direct them according to what�s
in the manual. You all know what needs to be done, and I�m sure you
could do just fine cleaning this place up yourselves. Well, let�s find
out how well you can get someone else to get this house in compliance
with what's in the manual. I don�t consider this just a clean-up. I
consider it an important test of your ability to organize, give
instructions, and lead. The fraternity considers this a test of their
ability to follow instructions and cooperate with each other. In other
words, you need to take this very seriously. You all understand?�
�Yes, ma�am.�
�There�s discipline implements in the small room near the back door.
Each of you is welcome to go back there and grab something, if you think
you�ll need it.�
�Yes, ma�am.�
�OK ladies. Inspection tomorrow morning at 6:00 a.m. for all common
areas. Have a pleasant evening.�
�Yes, ma�am.�
The Pledge Mistress - Chapter 17
