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Chapter 22
Chapter 23 � Pledge Ken�s servitude
The pledges returned to their cots at 5:00 a.m. Ordinarily they would
have had to get up for PT in just a few minutes, but that particular
morning they were allowed to skip the mandatory exercise session. They
had endured plenty of exercise already, having spent the hours between
10:00 p.m. and 4:30 a.m. in constant physical activity. Instead Tracy
announced that the pledges would be allowed to sleep until 7:00 a.m. and
not have to get up until the sophomores were ready to have breakfast.
Shortly before 8:00 Tracy led her group back to campus for their morning
classes. Lisa was somewhat tired, but she was sure she could make it
through the lectures given her Sunday of sleeping at Burnside�s house
and the two additional hours of rest after the scavenger hunt. She
noticed the totally exhausted look on the face of the Pledge Mistress,
realizing that Tracy had not had any sleep at all since the previous
afternoon.
Lisa wondered what motivated the Pledge Mistress. However hard Tracy
pushed the pledges, she pushed herself much more. Only once had Lisa
seen Tracy sleeping or relaxing, and that was the previous afternoon
when she collapsed on Burnside�s living room sofa from sheer exhaustion.
Over the entire weekend she only had about four hours of sleep, because
Lisa knew for a fact she had not slept Saturday at all. As for Monday
morning, Tracy led the sophomores exercising, so she did not even get
the two hours her pledges got after the hunt.
So what was it that drove Tracy? Was it the military? There certainly
was a lot of the military in her personality: she had completely
internalized whatever those drill sergeants had done to her in Basic
Training. But something else drove her as well. Lisa suspected that
Tracy was worried about displaying any personal weakness to the point it
had become a phobia. Perhaps it was fear, fear of herself and her own
vulnerabilities; that gave Tracy so much drive and energy.
As she contemplated her strange Pledge Mistress and the bizarre
adventure she was leading, Lisa felt genuine admiration for her. Tracy�s
powerful personality matched that of Ruth Burnside, but there were many
differences as well. While Burnside�s nature exuded raw sexuality,
whatever sexual desires Tracy had she seemed content to keep hidden.
Burnside never skipped a chance to indulge herself with sex, fine food,
and physical comfort, while Tracy�s life seemed extremely austere.
Still, what impressed Lisa was not what made the professor and the
Pledge Mistress different, but what they had in common. Both women
dominated their surroundings and imposed their will on the people around
them. Both provided role models for Lisa, personality traits she wanted
to adopt for herself. The differences in their personal lives made Lisa
aware that she could, and would have to, find her own balance between
indulgence and sacrifice. Lisa would adapt what she needed from both her
mentors, but then use that knowledge to follow her own path in life.
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Monday passed uneventfully. Lisa split her time between her duties in
Burnside�s office and her attendance at class. In the afternoon Tracy,
appearing more exhausted than ever, came by with the three freshmen to
retrieve her and take the group back to the sorority house. Of course,
after dinner there was plenty of excitement waiting for the members and
pledges of the Four-Beta Sorority: the public caning of the five
Tri-Alpha pledges.
As soon as the Pledge Mistress and her charges returned to the sorority
house, it was obvious the punishment was going to be a major event. The
majority of the women already were well-dressed and armed with cameras
and camcorders. In the sitting room a sturdy table, complete with
restraining straps, had been set up and the sorority�s entire collection
of canes was assembled in a nearby umbrella stand. Lisa noticed another
table in a corner containing a box of medical gloves, two very large
pitchers of warm water, and five enema bags and hose sets. A pair of
leather restraining cuffs hung from chains attached to the ceiling.
Tracy ordered the pledges to take their book bags downstairs but not to
get undressed.
�This is an official punishment event for their group. Because of that
you�ll stay in uniform.�
The sorority�s benches were set up along the sides of the room and
momentarily the seniors would be occupying them with the sophomores and
pledges standing behind. The juniors would be in charge of the five
unfortunate males: cuffing and un-cuffing them, restraining them to the
table, taking official pictures, and sexually tormenting them both
before and after the punishments. Along with 26 cane strokes, each male
pledge would be chained to the ceiling and subjected to a forced
ejaculation (in full view of all the women, of course) before the
physical punishment. Following the physical portion of his punishment,
each male pledge would endure an enema and then be cuffed and escorted
downstairs to evacuate and shower.
Once the punishments were completed, the officers of the fraternity
planned to leave their pledges at the sorority house. Rather than wait
for the cane marks to fade, the fraternity simply decided their pledges
would remain in service of the sorority until Sunday night. There was a
final indignity waiting for the Tri-Alpha aspirants during those grim
six days. They would have to wear the Four-Beta pledge shirt whenever
attending classes on campus. Yes, that�s right�the dreaded pink shirt
with the message:
PLEDGE
This pledge is property of the Four-Beta Sorority.
If found unescorted, please return to rightful owner.
As cruel as the week would be for the male pledges, the fraternity was
not acting out of simple sadism. The Tri-Alpha officers had decided that
the pledges� internment in the sorority house would count as their �Hell
Week�, the most grueling part of their pledging experience. �Hell Week�
was a tradition for the fraternity; the worst part of the hazing that
was designed to determine who finally got to be let in as a
member-in-full-standing. Normally �Hell Week� came somewhat later in the
semester, but in the case of the summer pledges, it made sense that
�Hell Week� would simply be the week the group had to perform penance at
the sorority house. During that time the males would be at the mercy of
the sorority�s women, and that included Lisa and her companions. The
advantage of the plan for the male pledges would be to quickly get the
worst part of the pledging experience behind them. By the end of the
first month of the summer semester the males would have �Hell Week�
completed and most likely anyone remaining in the group eventually would
become a member-in-full-standing in August.
During their week at the Four-Beta house the males would have to do
anything the women commanded them to do. The only limitation was that
they could not be ordered to risk arrest or permanent physical injury.
Apart from that, anything, including sex, was fair game for the
Four-Betas. The men would to be allowed to go to class and the
opportunity to sleep six hours per night. With the exception of that
allotted time for class and sleeping, they would be completely at the
mercy of the sorority�s women.
Lisa could tell that Bernadette most certainly had plans lined up, and
quite possibly some ideas were floating around Cherine�s head as well.
As for Kathleen, Lisa would have to keep her eyes on her. If Kathleen
wanted to have some fun with the guys or use them for personal
enjoyment, that was OK. However, if she wanted to torment them out of
anger or eagerness to avenge the earlier trauma of her life, Lisa would
have to intervene.
As the time approached for the males to be brought over to the sorority
house, Lisa pondered how she would deal with Ken. An idea slowly formed
in her head to grab Ken for the pledge group and try to keep him away
from the sorority�s other women. If she could carry through with that
plan, it would have several advantages. She wasn�t too thrilled at the
thought of seeing Ken at the mercy of someone like Heather. Perhaps, if
he were claimed by the pledge group, his �Hell Week� would be somewhat
less onerous than that of his companions. Lisa might remain mad at him,
but still, she did not want to see him suffer unreasonably. Also, her
old desire to control him had resurfaced, and the idea of having him
under her command for a week appealed to her. She knew he was an expert
at providing good oral sex and massages, so the sexual appetites of the
pledge group were guaranteed to be satisfied. Finally, Lisa vaguely
understood that if she controlled Ken and determined how the pledge
group could enjoy him, she would exert even more influence over her
companions.
Lisa decided to briefly talk to Bernadette and try to get her to support
her plan to keep Ken under the pledge group�s control, and leave the
other male pledges alone. To her surprise, Bernadette agreed.
�If he�s as good as you say he is, I �spose that�s not a bad idea you
got. At least you know where his dick has been. If you can convince
Tracy, or whoever, to let us have him; I�d go along with it. Cherine�s
still thinking about the VP, so I�d imagine she really doesn�t care.�
�Thanks.�
�One condition. If you get him, me and Cherine get to do whatever we
want with him. He�s not your ex-boyfriend; he�s our property. He belongs
to all of us, not just you.�
�I know. That�s fine with me.�
With that Lisa and Bernadette went back upstairs. Lisa had managed to
ease the on-going tension between herself and Bernadette by seeking her
approval for the idea of claiming Ken for the pledge group. She realized
something important, that if Bernadette felt that she had some control
over Lisa�s decisions, it was likely that she would be much more
cooperative. If Lisa approached Bernadette individually and presented
any ideas in private before announcing them to Cherine and Kathleen, she
was acknowledging her as a �co-leader�. She now knew how to deal with
the most difficult member of her group: simply consult with her before
presenting any ideas publicly.
There was another significant detail that came out of that conversation.
Bernadette had spoken for herself and Cherine. She did not mention
Kathleen. Bernadette now took it for granted that Kathleen was Lisa�s
responsibility and did not really have much of a voice in the pledge
group. Whatever Lisa told Kathleen to do she would go along with, so her
opinions were not much of a concern for the other two pledges.
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Lisa knew better than to pursue her desire to claim authority over Ken
without first requesting permission from Pledge Mistress Tracy. As the
sophomores continued setting up, Lisa found her mentor, knelt, and
requested permission to speak. Tracy agreed to talk to her in private.
Once Lisa assured the Pledge Mistress that she already had consulted
with the other members of the pledge group, Tracy agreed to support her
idea of claiming Ken. Tracy added it seemed likely that the male pledges
would be divided up anyway. Undoubtedly Heather would take the
unfortunate �fat� guy she had been tormenting for herself, and the
seniors, juniors, and sophomores each would claim a Tri-Alpha pledge.
Because the women dismissed him as being gay, Tracy figured no one would
object to turning Ken over to the Four-Beta pledge group. Really, what
could the freshmen do with a gay guy anyway?
Tracy confided to Lisa that there would be a surprise that evening.
Because of his group�s pathetic performance during the scavenger hunt,
Tracy�s counterpart, Tri-Alpha Pledge Master Arnold, was officially
reprimanded by a unanimous vote of the fraternity�s seniors and would
have to perform penance alongside his pledges. He did not face a caning
like the others, but he would have to subject himself to six days of
naked servitude in the sorority. Most likely he would be handed over to
the Four-Beta officers, who in turn, would share him with the other
seniors. Lisa could tell that Tracy felt somewhat sorry for Arnold,
because for a fraternity officer to be publicly punished as though he
was a pledge was a big humiliation.
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�Here they come!�
A cheer went up from the women as they crowded onto the front lawn to
watch the spectacle of six nude, cuffed and blindfolded men being led
towards the sorority by the Tri-Alpha seniors. Now this really is
humiliating, thought Lisa to herself: being forced to walk several
blocks as naked prisoners. There was nothing the young men could do to
cover themselves, because their hands were secured behind their backs.
To make matters worse, two of the male pledges had erections that bobbed
around as they walked towards the sorority.
The women from other sororities frantically ran out of their houses as
word spread about the spectacle on the street. The entire block echoed
with the cheering of hundreds of women as the Tri-Alpha officers and
their prisoners walked up the Four-Beta driveway and were led into the
house. As soon as the men entered the front door, the fun was over and
the crowds of cheering women quieted down and returned to their own
sorority houses.
A few minutes later a police patrol car came by to respond to a
citizen�s complaint about six naked guys walking around on the street.
However, the officer didn�t see anything out of the ordinary. He radioed
dispatch and kept on driving. There�s no naked guys out here. Must have
been a prank call.
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The women quickly took their positions: the seniors sitting on the
benches, the juniors sitting in the front, and the sophomores and
pledges standing behind. Heather stood next to the punishment table
wearing nothing but a sport-bra and running shorts. She was looking over
the collection of canes and swishing them through the air, more to raise
the anxiety in the room than anything else.
The males were led into the room and ordered to kneel. The Tri-Alpha
officers took their positions standing near the window, with the
exception of the Pledge Master, who knelt in naked disgrace. Tracy
stepped forward and removed the blindfolds of the kneeling males, given
that the sorority wanted them to witness each other�s punishment. With a
riding crop the Four-Beta Pledge Mistress tapped the males to properly
position them: kneeling upright with knees properly spread and genitalia
exposed. Once the Pledge Mistress had her subjects properly positioned,
she gently touched the testicles of each frightened pledge with the tip
of the riding crop, hoping to force an erection.
Lisa expected the punishment to have a ceremonial beginning, a speech or
other pronouncement excoriating the pledge group for having lost the
previous night�s scavenger hunt. However, the officers did not see the
point in any speech. The males had lost and would be punished for it. It
was that simple.
Pledge Master Arnold faced humiliation, not because his group had lost,
but because it was obvious that he had not properly prepared them. He
was being punished for somewhat different reasons than his group, having
failed in his duty as Pledge Master. He would be spared the initial
caning, but there was no restriction against the women punishing him
later in the week if they wanted to do so.
Already the cameras were flashing. President Alexandra moved in front of
the group:
�Pledge Master Arnold!�
�Yes, President Alexandra!�
�Stand up and explain to us why you are here!�
Arnold stood up.
�My pledge group is here to comply with the conditions set out for the
losers of the summer scavenger hunt. Specifically that means 26 strokes
of the cane applied to the naked bottom of each member of the losing
side, followed by a week of servitude in the Four-Beta Sorority house.�
��and why have you presented yourself along with your group?�
�Because we did not prepare for the scavenger hunt, President
Alexandra.�
�There is no �we� Pledge Master Arnold. You were responsible for not
preparing your group. Now let me ask you something. Is it true that our
pledges actually had to wait an hour before turning in their final item
so your group would not lose so badly?�
�Yes, President Alexandra, that�s true.�
�You failed your pledges and your fraternity. Your pledges actually had
to rely on the mercy of our pledges because you did nothing to get them
ready. That�s why you�re here. The failure of your group is a personal
failure on your part.�
�Yes, President Alexandra.�
Lisa felt sorry for Arnold, because it was obvious that he and his
pledges had been busy over the weekend with other activities and had not
really thought about the hunt. It also was likely that, unlike Tracy, it
had not occurred to him to sneak his pledges out of the Tri-Alpha house
and risk angering the other officers of the fraternity. Part of his
casual attitude about the hunt came out of complacency, because the
Tri-Alphas had won the last four competitions against their female
counterparts, not having faced an opponent as determined as Tracy.
Tracy, on the other hand, was obsessed with winning and was totally
unconcerned about risking her standing with her fellow officers.
Whatever objections the other officers might have had about taking the
pledges away from the sorority house were silenced by the success of her
strategy. Tracy�s preparation of her group had been so thorough that the
females felt they needed to wait over an hour to give the Tri-Alphas a
chance to find more items. To the judges it was obvious the females had
decided to hold back finishing the contest, because more than an hour
went by between the time they turned in their 99th item and their final
item.
Heather raised her hand:
�President Alexandra, I request permission to speak!�
�Yes, Sergeant-at-Arms Heather!�
�I propose, given Pledge Master Arnold�s personal failure, that five
cane strokes from the punishment of each member of his pledge group be
reassigned to him, that he gets 25 strokes and the strokes of the
pledges are reduced from 26 to 21!�
�OK, a motion has been made. Any seconds?�
Two Tri-Alpha officers raised their hands.
�OK, let�s vote, officers only. All officers in favor of transferring
five strokes from each Tri-Alpha pledge to Pledge Master Arnold raise
their hand.�
The five remaining Tri-Alpha officers and five of the Four-Beta officers
raised their hands.
�Against?�
Tracy raised her hand.
�By a vote of 10 to one the officers have decided to impose a caning of
25 strokes on the naked bottom of Pledge Master Arnold, and that the
canings of each of the five pledges will be reduced from 26 to 21.�
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A few minutes later the first male pledge was standing with his hands
immobilized by the cuffs hanging from the ceiling. A Four-Beta junior
picked up a jar and two pairs of medical gloves. She then ordered
Bernadette to stand up and assist her. The junior and the pledge put on
their gloves, took positions on opposite sides of the male, and began
massaging his chest, bottom, and upper thighs. The junior ordered
Bernadette to massage the young man�s penis, while she lubricated her
index finger and inserted it into his bottom. The male jerked forward,
further exposing himself to Bernadette. The freshman firmly gripped his
penis and pushed him back to make it easier for the junior to find their
victim�s prostate. As the cameras flashed and the women applauded, the
male pledge groaned and released his semen into the jar.
The junior told Bernadette to hold the jar up high, while she took a
thick indelible marker and wrote �Bad Boy� on the pledge�s chest. The
two women then stood on each side of the male and posed for numerous
pictures before finally being ordered to un-cuff him and resume his
kneeling position.
The next member of the Tri-Alpha group to be masturbated was Ken. Not
surprisingly, Ken already was quite hard, given his sexual attraction to
pain and fear. The next junior in the punishment group called Kathleen
to assist her. She whispered into Kathleen�s ear:
�Pledge, would you like to take him from the front or from the back?�
�You mean�like, put my finger up his bottom, ma�am?�
�Yeah.�
�Yeah�I�I�d like that�I mean to try that�ma�am.�
�You know what to do, Pledge?�
�I think so, ma�am.�
�OK, you get the honor.�
Kathleen lubricated her finger while her companion grabbed Ken�s penis
and pushed him backwards. Ken did not resist, because what was about to
happen to him was not anything he had not experienced before. He enjoyed
having his bottom penetrated and the strange feeling having his
sphincter stretched always gave him. He stuck his bottom out, trying to
make it easy for Kathleen to enter him with her finger.
Kathleen was fascinated by what she was doing, to the point that she
forgot that she was in a room full of witnesses and she was being
photographed and videotaped. She explored Ken�s waiting bottom-hole as
she applied the lubricating gel, and then pushed in and moved her finger
back and forth. She was curious to see what a man�s insides felt like
and how far in she could push her finger. As she moved her finger around
and Ken felt the familiar pressure against his sphincter, a wave of
arousal swept over him. With her free hand Kathleen explored his bottom,
fascinated by the smooth skin and the knowledge that before long it
would be marked by 21 cruel welts.
Ken perspired and groaned as the two women worked him into an erotic
frenzy. They sensuously massaged him inside and out as discharge after
discharge came out of him into the jar. Ken had surrendered himself
entirely and loved what was happening to him. Kathleen was totally
aroused at the thought of so intimately exploring the bottom of another
person and the warm, soft feel of the young man�s intestine on her
gloved finger.
As she continued to feel around inside her male counterpart, Kathleen
wondered what it would be like to be taken from behind. She certainly
knew what it felt like to be fucked in various positions in her vagina,
but most of those experiences had been associated with very unpleasant
memories. She had given oral sex to her high school lovers on many
occasions, but sucking a man�s penis did not satisfy her in the least.
Until that moment, with her finger shoved up Ken�s bottom, it had not
occurred to her that she might enjoy anal sex�with a guy.
The thought of being penetrated up her bottom both frightened and
fascinated Kathleen. She had been thoroughly aroused whenever Lisa
kissed and licked her bottom-hole, but obviously her lover was not
capable of actually penetrating her. As she held up the jar and posed
with the junior and their exhausted captive, Kathleen mulled over the
idea of submitting to being fucked up the ass, just to see what it would
feel like. She felt guilty because the love of her life was
Lisa�however�wasn�t she, as a member of the Four-Betas, expected to
explore her sexuality? What would Lisa say about her secret desires?
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Cherine was the next of the female pledges called up to assist in
masturbating one of the males. The third guy was fully erect as soon as
he was restrained and needed very little encouragement to fill his jar.
The junior gave Cherine the honor of stimulating their subject�s penis
and rubbing his bottom while she worked on massaging his chest. Lisa
could tell that Cherine was totally absorbed by her task and fascinated
as her hands worked their magic on the restrained young man. She
explored his shaven pubic area and carefully watched his penis as it
pulsated and shot semen into the waiting receptacle.
Lisa got Heather�s favorite pledge, the �fat guy�. One detail Lisa found
interesting was how much weight he had lost in just two weeks: she
estimated that he might have dropped as much as 15 pounds so far. Not
surprisingly, his entire body was covered with welts, both old and new,
inflicted by the constant barrage of swats from Heather�s riding crop.
Lisa noticed that his bottom had no new marks on it, because undoubtedly
his tormentor wanted to save it for a nice thorough caning.
The junior in charge of Lisa and the pledge knew that Lisa had plenty of
experience with arousing men and simply left her to stimulate the guy on
her own. Lisa worked him from both the front and the back, with
synchronized movements on both his prostate and his penis. Her goal was
to see how quickly she could make him come, but his body turned out to
be somewhat stubborn. It took her more than two minutes to find the
right combination of stimulation to force him to climax and fill his
jar. However, once he started, Lisa�s subject continued squirting,
surprising her with the duration and volume of his discharge. He moaned
and his knees trembled from the physical relief and utter humiliation he
was enduring at the expense of the two women assaulting his body.
Finally he was totally spent and hung limply on his chains, while Lisa
held up his jar for the benefit of the cameras and audience.
Two juniors dispatched the final pledge, expertly arousing his body and
forcing him to empty into his jar within just a couple of minutes. In
some ways what happened to the final member of the pledge group was more
humiliating than what had happened to his predecessors, because the
women showed absolutely no emotion as they extracted the semen from his
body. They knew where to put their hands, which nerves to touch, and
worked him with about as much emotion as a vet groomer might display
while shampooing a dog. And yet, they completely cleaned him out,
leaving him more spent and exhausted than any of his companions.
Once five jars of semen were sitting on display, Heather announced the
next phase of the ongoing punishment, the public caning of the five
pledges and their Pledge Master. She decided to flog Arnold first,
because, as she put it: �He deserves my undivided attention.�
Arnold approached the table, but protested that he could hold his
position and did not need to be tied down. Heather ignored him, and
coldly strapped him to the table while calling him a �pathetic fucking
failure.� Lisa realized something very interesting; that Heather was not
just teasing. She was genuinely furious with him.
Lisa pondered: why should the Sergeant-at-Arms be so angry that the
Tri-Alphas lost the scavenger hunt? That didn�t make any sense,
unless�unless�Heather actually wanted Tracy�s pledges to lose. Of
course, had that happened and the sorority members been forced to attend
the �Skins and Shirts� ball in the nude, Tracy would have taken most of
the blame. Another thought suddenly occurred to Lisa. Maybe the reason
the penalty for the losers of the scavenger hunt were so brutal was
because Heather had expected the Four-Betas to lose. Perhaps she
actually wanted the pledges to suffer and for them to blame the Pledge
Mistress, just like she wanted the other sorority members to blame her
for having to attend the dance in the nude. Maybe her goal had been to
turn everyone, both the pledges and the sorority members against Tracy.
Certainly losing the competition would have been a good way to do that,
to undermine Tracy�s relationships with the other women of the sorority.
If Tracy was aware that Heather hoped to undermine her: that would
explain her strange and secretive behavior over the weekend. It would
account for her desire to sneak the pledges out of the sorority house so
they could rest. It also would explain the strange argument she had over
the phone with President Alexandra. Lisa remembered her mentor�s words:
��look, I don�t give a shit about Heather, I really don�t! Those pledges
are my responsibility, not hers! Alexandra, you know what? If her
feelings are hurt, tough shit�now, either you want my group to win, or
you don�t! Which is it?�
Lisa shuttered at the implications of such a dispute. To undermine
Tracy�s standing among the other women, apparently Heather was perfectly
willing to jeopardize the well being of the pledges. That was a very
scary thought, given the number of pledge challenges that still lay
ahead.
While Lisa was mulling over the relationship between Tracy and Heather,
the Four-Beta Sergeant-at-Arms was flexing her cane and menacingly
tapping the Tri-Alpha officer�s exposed bottom. Lisa studied Heather�s
face, which continued to reflect genuine anger. She�s pissed, thought
Lisa to herself. She�s actually pissed at that poor guy.
Heather positioned herself, drew back, and laid a fearsome stroke across
the base of both sides of Arnold�s bottom. He closed his eyes and held
his breath, surprised by the force of the blow. He had thought that
surely, because Heather was punishing a fellow officer, she would go
easy on him. He had thought the punishment was more to humiliate him
than actually hurt him. He was very mistaken, not yet realizing he was
dealing with a woman who was totally infuriated that his group had lost.
Heather stood back to admire the rising red welt, and relished the
satisfaction of knowing that she still had 24 to go. She already knew
how she would proceed: she would start with five lines across the lower
part of both bottom-cheeks, then hit hard with 7 strokes concentrated on
each side, and then finish with strokes laid across his upper bottom and
upper thighs. She would strike him as hard as she could without drawing
blood, enjoying the opportunity to vent her anger and satisfy her own
sadistic desires.
A sinister swoosh and the splat of rattan making contact with
unprotected skin signaled the second stroke against the suffering Pledge
Master. Again he gasped and suppressed a scream, not just from the pain,
but also from the shock that Heather planned to inflict a very serious
punishment. Heather twisted back and savagely delivered a third blow,
widening the strip of pure pain across the lower part of Arnold�s
backside.
Arnold was not the only one surprised by the severity of Heather�s
treatment. It turned out that the other Tri-Alpha officers were equally
surprised; that they had expected Arnold�s punishment to be more about
humiliation than real pain. Even Alexandra, who normally was very
supportive of her Sergeant-at-Arms, looked on with a nervous expression.
Arnold was breathing quite loudly and sweat was running down his body
even before the first five strokes were completed. Heather paused to run
her fingers along the cruel welts as they continued to rise and darken.
This is really great, she thought to herself. Now he�s gonna get it,
full force, on each side of his incompetent little ass.
Heather began on Arnold�s right side, carefully positioning herself so
the end of the cane would land squarely in the middle of his right
bottom-cheek. She struck very hard; leaving savage red lines that turned
dark very quickly. By the 10th stroke Arnold was moaning after the cane
landed, and it was clear that he was not going to make it through the
entire punishment without crying.
Because it wasn�t the first time he had brought problems to the pledge
program, Arnold�s fellow officers had thought that �quality time� with
Heather might make him wake up and understand that he was not performing
to the fraternity�s expectations. The only problem with the decision was
that the punishment she was inflicting on him was a bit much. As they
watched the punishment with mounting concern the Tri-Alpha officers
glanced at each other, fully regretting their decision to allow the
Four-Beta Sergeant-at-Arms to punish their Pledge Master. However, they
did not intervene because they felt restrained by several Tri-Alpha
traditions and unspoken rules.
The first rule was that, once a decision was made, everyone involved was
sworn to uphold it. Decisions had to be carefully considered and made
for good reasons, but once a decision was announced there could not be a
bunch of doubt and second-guessing.
The second rule stipulated that the fraternity and sorority officers
never questioned or challenged each other in public. All disputes among
the leadership had to be kept secret so the ordinary members would see
the their leaders as an infallible group who always supported each
other. No matter what the other officers thought about Heather�s
flogging, there was no way they were going to challenge her in such a
public setting. She knew that, and because of it felt free to flog
Arnold to her heart�s content.
The final rule, and the most important one, was that failure always had
consequences, especially in cases where failure could have been avoided.
Had the contest been relatively close, Arnold�s leadership skills would
not have been questioned, but his group�s pathetic performance indicated
that he had done nothing to prepare his pledges. The problem facing him
was that scavenger hunt debacle was not the first time his pledges had
gotten in trouble. They had done well with house cleaning and the
physical fitness portion of their training, but academics were another
issue. Already there had been complaints from a professor about two late
assignments, because Arnold had not set aside enough time for the
pledges to study. There also had been problems with the Tri-Alpha Life
Skills Training and concerns over how much of that material they really
were memorizing.
Heather paused after her 12th stroke to let everyone contemplate what
she had done so far. Arnold�s bottom had five dark lines laid very close
to each other on both sides at the base of his backside, and an
additional seven strokes concentrated on his right side. The most recent
strokes had been more severe because their force had been concentrated.
Arnold�s bottom looked rather strange at that moment, because the upper
part of his left bottom cheek still had no marks on it and contrasted
with the painful weals on the right side and the lower part. His
suffering was made quite clear by his desperate breathing and trembling.
His entire body was covered in sweat, including his bottom. Good,
thought Heather to herself, now my target is nice and wet.
Heather flexed her cane and moved to her victim�s left side. She made
several false starts before landing a cruel blow just above the five
strokes from the beginning of the punishment. When she landed her second
stroke from that portion, Arnold groaned loudly and his body started
shaking from suppressed sobs. The disciplinarian didn�t bother to try
taunting him; she simply continued striking him at a very leisurely
pace. By the time she got to the seventh stroke, Arnold was crying quite
nicely.
There was a break in the punishment while Heather paused to see if she
wanted to use a different cane for the final six strokes. She picked up
three canes of varying lengths and thickness and slashed them through
the air in front of her teary victim. Finally she selected the thinnest
cane of the group, one guaranteed to deliver a very sharp sting.
Satisfied with her performance, she resumed her position and delivered a
vicious stroke to the unmarked skin of both sides of the very upper part
of the Pledge Master�s bottom. She followed that stroke with a cruel
stroke across his upper thighs. The final four strokes were administered
in the same way: above-below�above-below.
Heather left Arnold to sob for a few minutes before untying him and
allowing him to stagger to his feet. She ordered him to turn around so
her female audience could study and photograph the welts. Then she
ordered Arnold to turn his face to the camera so that both his welts and
his face appeared in the pictures. All five of his pledges also would
have to pose for pictures as part of the over-all punishment.
Arnold did have one break coming to him that night; he would be spared
the public enema. Enemas and forced ejaculation, which were considered
much more humiliating than corporal punishment, were reserved only for
pledges. Heather ordered Arnold to stand against the far wall of the
sitting room, to keep his punished backside on display for the benefit
of the women and Tri-Alpha officers.
Lisa glanced at the other male pledges. They were terrified, quite
obviously. She was not surprised to see that Ken had a furious erection.
What surprised her much more was to see an erection on the �fat guy� as
well. Heather also noted the erections, and ordered the two pledges to
stand up and face their audience. She put her arms around their
shoulders and posed for several pictures, cruelly smiling as the men�s
two penises pointed directly at the cameras. When the flashing died
down, she grabbed both penises and firmly held them for a second round
of photos. Finally she ordered the two pledges to put their hands behind
their heads and run in circles around the room. The women cheered and
guffawed as the two mortified young men ran their laps while their
penises bounced around as they moved.
Lisa was not surprised when Heather ordered her favorite victim to
extend himself over the table next. Nor was she surprised to see the
Sergeant-at-Arms punish him with as much determination and cruelty as
she had punished Arnold. She used the same pattern on him: five stroke
across both sides of the base of his bottom, then six strokes
concentrated on each side, and finally four strokes with the thin cane
on the backs of his upper thighs. The �fat guy� did surprise his
spectators by not crying. Heather had beaten him so much over that last
couple of weeks that he was becoming used to it.
Heather ordered her victim off the table and to display his welts for
the benefit of the audience. Like his Pledge Master, he had to pose for
numerous pictures. Heather then ordered him to get on his elbows and
knees on a thick towel laid out on the floor, his welt-covered bottom
spread and turned towards the audience. A Four-Beta junior brought a
full enema bottle and hose assembly. The nozzle already had been
lubricated and was ready to insert. Heather casually took it and shoved
it in, repositioning it gently to make it go deeper. As the women
applauded and the cameras flashed, Heather paused to let the utter
humiliation of the pledge�s experience sink in. Finally she opened the
clip and the water rushed into his intestines. The pledge already knew
that he would be required to hold his position, on his elbows and knees
with his bottom spread and pointed upwards, until the next caning was
completed.
As the first pledge struggled through the throbbing pain in his
backside, the increasing pressure in his stomach, and holding an
uncomfortable and embarrassing position on the floor, Heather got
started with the third victim of the evening. She punished using the
same pattern, but Lisa noticed her striking considerably less vigorously
and finishing much more quickly. Heather already had flogged the two
males she was most interested in flogging and had worn herself out.
Given that she still had three pledges to go, she had to be careful to
pace herself and not get tired out too quickly. The third pledge made it
through his punishment without sobbing, although sweat and tears were
running down his face when he knelt on the towel to receive his enema.
Two Four-Beta juniors handcuffed the �fat guy� and took him downstairs
to relieve himself. Then he would be shaved and, if necessary, have his
bottom waxed for a second time. Finally he would be brought back
upstairs, issued a Four-Beta T-shirt, and formally begin his six days of
punishment duty.
Even had they not been facing punishment, at some point that week the
Tri-Alpha pledges would have had to submit to being shaved by the
Four-Betas. Pledging males were not allowed to have pubic hair until
they completed their initiation, so about once a week they had to be
shaved. Pledges also had to keep their bottoms completely free of hair,
so they had to be waxed whenever there was any sign of hair growing
back. Upon being sworn in as full members the pledges would be allowed
to re-grow their public hair if they wanted, although many of the
members of the fraternity preferred to remain clean-shaven. As for
waxing the hair off their bottoms, the Tri-Alphas had made that a custom
for the entire group over the past several years. At first only the gay
members waxed their bottoms, but over time the straight members started
waxing as well. Having their bottoms stripped of hair eventually became
a trademark of the fraternity, and it turned out that most of the
Four-Beta women preferred the new style on their partners.
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Ken was the fifth person to be disciplined by Heather. During the entire
time he was waiting to be caned his erection never diminished. Lisa
glanced at her companions, noting that they were fascinated with his
sexual stamina. Bernadette in particular seemed to be looking forward to
having access to Ken�s body, given that she had been used to frequent
sex in high school and was starting to become frustrated from not having
the chance to relieve herself more often. Lisa also was looking forward
to having a couple of encounters with Ken, and hoped that she could get
Kathleen to experiment with him as well. For once Kathleen could be in
control of her sexual contact with a male, and perhaps enjoy herself
instead of feeling victimized.
For Lisa, the punishment of Ken was rather anti-climatic. Heather was
clearly tired out by the time she got to him. Anyhow, he was used to
much worse than a simple caning of 21 strokes. In fact, he found the
experience enjoyable; the pain just severe enough that it stimulated him
sexually. By the time he was let up his erection was harder than ever.
The enema was hardly anything new to him either: it was just another
part of the hazing he took in stride.
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Already it was quite late when Heather finished punishing the final
member of the pledge group and he was taken downstairs to be cleaned up.
The pledges were ordered to line up in front of the women while Tracy
explained that they would be placed in servitude under the sorority for
the next six days. Tracy repeated the only restriction would be that the
males would have time to attend class and sleep. Apart from that they
were to unconditionally obey any order issued to them, which included
sexual favors. She continued by suggesting that each class take a pledge
so there would be fewer arguments over which sorority members each male
pledge had to obey. That suggestion was put to a vote and an
overwhelming majority of the women agreed.
Heather ordered one of the male pledges to stand on a small platform so
the women could look him over and decided which class wanted him the
most. The first man was the best-looking member of the pledge group, so
the seniors laid claim to him. The juniors and sophomores disputed the
second and third pledges, because both classes were split over which one
each group wanted. Finally Tracy rolled her eyes and told the juniors to
vote on which of the two pledges they wanted the most. The sophomores
would have to take the other one. Arnold went next, claimed by the
sorority officers. Finally Tracy handed the �fat guy� over to Heather,
leaving Ken for herself and the Four-Beta pledge group.
As the males knelt, Tracy explained that they would be sleeping on cots
in the pledge room in the basement. They would use the communal showers
and toilet, and remain on-call to serve the members of their respective
classes. Meanwhile, the Four-Beta pledges would get a six-day break from
the harshest conditions of their daily lives. They would be allowed to
wear their pledge uniforms in the house, use the upstairs bathrooms, and
sleep in the beds of the guestroom. They still were held accountable for
cleaning the house to inspection code on Saturday, but would have some
help. Because he was �their� pledge, Ken would be subordinate to them
and be held responsible for helping them with their chores.
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A few minutes later the Tri-Alpha officers left the sorority to return
to the fraternity house, minus their pledges and their disgraced Pledge
Master. The sorority members were dismissed for the night and departed
upstairs with their new servants. Tracy snapped her fingers to lead her
pledge group and Ken downstairs. Once the five pledges were kneeling she
announced:
�OK, Pledge Ken, you know what you�re supposed to do?�
�Yes, ma�am.�
�What?�
�I mean�I�m supposed to do whatever anyone in the pledge group tells me
to do, ma�am.�
�You got it, Pledge. We�ll see how well you understand that. Remember, I
expect you to ask permission to do anything, and that includes pissing
or getting a drink of water. If you gotta piss, you gotta ask
permission. And there�s something else. You don�t talk, at all, unless
someone talks to you first. That�s especially true for talking to the
other Triple A�s. There�s absolutely no talking among you for the next
six days. For each time I catch you or hear about you talking without
permission, you�re stay here will be extended by one day. That�s one day
for each violation. And that goes for all of you. Get it?�
�Yes, ma�am.�
�Alright. I gotta study so I�m turning you over to the pledge group. At
11:30 they�ll need to let you go to sleep, but in the meantime I expect
you to do whatever they tell you.�
�Yes, ma�am.�
With that Tracy went upstairs to take her usual seat in the library.
Bernadette immediately shouted: �I got him first!�
Lisa sighed: �OK, you got him first, but each of us is getting our turn.
We�re giving you an hour.�
With that Bernadette ordered Ken to put his hands behind his back so she
could cuff him. He knelt and complied, holding up his arms while the
Four-Beta pledge secured them. Bernadette then grabbed her captive�s
penis and ordered him to stand up. His reaction to being cuffed, ordered
around, and fondled was immediate: he became quite hard.
Bernadette turned to Cherine: �You want to come with us? Make it a
threesome?�
�Uh�I�don�t think so��
�Alright, your loss.�
Still gripping his very stiff penis, Bernadette led Ken out of the
pledge room and into the guestroom. She shut the door, thrilled at
having a completely compliant male at her command for a full hour. Yes!
This was it! This was why she had joined the Four-Betas!
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As soon as Bernadette closed the door of the guestroom, she stroked
Ken�s penis a couple of times and un-cuffed him. She was desperate for
sex, so the foreplay she might have wanted to try out with him would
have to wait. She pulled down her shorts and stepped out of them, then
jumped on one of the beds. She got on her elbows and knees, lewdly
exposing herself. As soon as she felt the cool air of the room blowing
against her exposed vagina, she was reminded of her exposure and became
very wet.
�There�s condoms in that night stand. Put one on and fuck me. You�d
better fuck me good, �cause I�ll beat your ass if you don�t.�
Ken�s masochism and own pent-up sexual desires came out as he struggled
to put on his condom and ran his hand over Bernadette�s pale bottom.
Bernadette�s skin had darkened slightly over the past three weeks from
being naked most of the time, but her color was still a lot fairer than
Lisa�s deep tan. Ken found the contrast fascinating, along the different
shape of her petite figure and reddish pubic hair.
As he entered her and began thrusting, the pain from the recent caning
shot through his body and gave him that extra burst of erotic energy.
Bernadette perspired and squeaked with pleasure as she pushed her body
backward to get Ken even deeper inside her. A delicious orgasm swept
over her�yes�oh yes�this was good�oh yes�
As he continued thrusting and pumping semen into his condom, various
thoughts and fantasies drifted through the young man�s mind. As first he
simply enjoyed the sight of the attractive young body of his companion,
and the contrast between her pink pledge shirt and pale bottom and
thighs. However, Ken�s confused sexual nature did not allow him to hold
that thought very long. His mind wandered and eventually he envisioned
himself entering his friend Jason from behind. Yes�poor nervous Jason,
with his hands tied and his bottom spread, groaning from the pressure of
Ken�s penis tearing into his helpless bottom-hole. Jason�his backside
cruelly marked from a severe punishment and his bottom-hole presented as
a final gesture of submission�yes�that was the thought that flowed
through Ken�s mind. Jason was his, not Cecilia�s, to do with as he
pleased.
Bernadette was surprised and impressed with the vigor of Ken�s orgasm,
not realizing what was going on in her lover�s mind at that moment. It
was clear that Ken was enjoying his orgasm, but not for the reasons she
thought. Ken was not fantasizing about her; he was fantasizing about a
male friend.
Bernadette was tired out after that first orgasm, but she wanted to make
good use of her hour. She lied on her back on the bed, put her feet over
the edge, and spread her legs. She ordered Ken to take off his condom
and wipe himself off. Then she directed him to �clean me up�.
Ken complied, licking the sticky salty liquid of Bernadette�s orgasm off
her vagina. He had done the same for Lisa plenty of times, but it was
different with Bernadette because she did not shave her pubic hair.
Unlike the Tri-Alphas, the Four-Betas did not have any shaving
requirements for their pledges. Lisa was the only member of the pledge
group who completely shaved, so dealing with Bernadette�s hair was a new
and different experience.
Ken spent several minutes trying to figure out what excited Bernadette
as he explored her labia, clitoris, and vaginal opening with his tongue
and lips. He discovered there were differences between what excited Lisa
and what excited Bernadette. After about fifteen minutes of enjoying
Ken�s oral stimulation, Bernadette�s body was ready to climax for a
second time. She groaned with delight and grabbed his hair as he
continued his assault on her eager clitoris.
Within about 45 minutes Bernadette was sufficiently satisfied to leave
the room and turn Ken over to her companions. Without bothering to put
her shorts back on she cuffed his hands behind his back and ordered him
to go into the hallway and kneel facing the wall. Meanwhile, she took
advantage of the bathroom adjacent to the guestroom to take a shower.
She gladly closed the door, relishing the opportunity to get cleaned up
in private.
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Bernadette exited the bathroom to see Ken still kneeling and her fellow
pledges nowhere in sight. She figured that Lisa must have gone up to the
library to study and taken the others with her. Sure enough, Bernadette
found her companions sitting at a table together, taking notes on an
assignment. Bernadette called Cherine to follow her downstairs. As Ken
quietly continued to kneel facing the wall, the two young women
contemplated what to do with him.
�You want to do anything?�
�I�I�m not sure. Probably not.�
Bernadette rolled her eyes. �Probably not. Probably not. If you don�t
want to do anything, what�d you join the sorority for?�
Cherine took a deep breath. �I�ve never done anything like that�you
know�just some kissing. I never let anyone go any further. I mean�I know
the guys didn�t like it, but�I�ve always wanted the first time to be�you
know like�special�not just with anyone��
��and your special guy is Jacob?�
��yeah, kinda��
��so you�re saving yourself for him?�
Cherine nodded her head. Bernadette again glanced at Ken, then back at
her companion. She had brought Cherine to the basement because she felt
that it was necessary to get her friend to open her mind to the
possibilities of sex and the enjoyment it could bring to a person�s
life. She found Cherine�s entire �virginity� thing ridiculous, because
Bernadette had been sexually active since she was 15. To be 18, as good
looking as Cherine, and never to have had sex struck her as extremely
odd. She perceived Cherine�s innocence as more than just odd; she saw it
as a deficiency in her life that needed to be fixed.
Bernadette realized that arguing with Cherine about her virginity would
be counter-productive, but she hoped to convince her friend that she
could both �save herself� and still enjoy much of what sex had to offer.
Ken presented the perfect opportunity, because he would not do anything
that Cherine had not told him to do. Cherine could completely control
her encounter with him and hopefully overcome her shyness. Anyhow,
Bernadette was convinced that Ken was spent and would be surprised if he
were capable of having an erection within the next hour.
In the end, Bernadette convinced Cherine that she had to take advantage
of Ken�s situation. As she put it: �you�re nuts if you think you�re
gonna get through the Four-Beta pledging program all sweet and innocent.
They�re not gonna allow it! And if you want to be with Jacob, he�s gonna
expect you to complete the pledging program. All of it. And don�t try
thinking he�s the picture of purity either, because he�s not. I
mean�he�s even fucked Heather, for God�s sake!�
�I don�t care! I�m not gonna lose my virginity! I�m not gonna do that! I
don�t care what they want, I�m not losing my virginity until I decide��
�You don�t have to �lose your virginity!� There�s plenty of other stuff
you can do!�
�Like what?�
Bernadette sighed, but she realized she might be close�
�Can I get you to trust me?�
�I guess��
�No. I mean, really trust me? This is gonna be important. I wanna have
you do something, but I promise I won�t mess up your virginity.�
�What do you want me to do?�
�It�s too complicated to explain. I�m just asking you to trust me.�
Cherine took a deep breath. �Alright, I�ll trust you.�
�Stand still. Just try to relax and let things happen. OK?�
�I�Alright��
Bernadette abruptly reached into Cherine�s pocket and took out her
blindfold. She wrapped it around her companion�s head and loosely tied
it in place. Her heart pounding at the thought of being deprived of one
of her senses, Cherine took a deep breath. She heard the clicking of a
key unlocking Ken�s handcuffs, and the faint sound of him getting to his
feet. Then she heard Bernadette�s voice:
�Take her hand.�
Cherine felt Ken�s hand gently grasp hers and allowed herself to be
guided into the guestroom. She felt a gentle pressing on her right
shoulder, presumably to help guide her through the doorway. She stood
still for a second, and then felt her uniform shirt being un-tucked and
loosened around her waist. Then she felt the shirt being pulled up over
her stomach. One pair of invisible hands took her wrists and guided her
arms over her head, while the other pair of hands pulled up her shirt.
She felt the cool air of the room against her breasts and upper back,
then the cloth move upwards over her face and arms. Her heart pounding,
Cherine was left wearing nothing but her blindfold and her gym shorts.
Cherine expected to have her gym shorts pulled down next, but instead
felt a pair of hands massaging her shoulders. She realized that it was
Ken who was massaging her, because the hands were too large to belong to
Bernadette. Very gently the hands moved from her shoulders to her upper
back, and then to her arms and hands. The touching converted her fear to
sexual arousal, and within a few minutes her nipples began to harden.
The hands moved from her arms to her stomach and breasts. When Ken began
exploring Cherine�s nipples, he barely touched them. Cherine began
wanting more. She wanted to be touched.
The next sensation she felt was her shorts being lowered. They went down
slowly, allowing her to appreciate the air caressing her bottom as more
and more of it came into view. The shorts worked their way down her
thighs and fell to her ankles. Cherine then felt Ken�s hands on her
shoulders while Bernadette silently touched her to signal she needed to
lift her feet and step out of her shorts.
Now Cherine�s entire body was exposed. She felt Ken�s fingertips explore
her bared bottom and move up and down her back. The invisible hands
moved to the fronts of her thighs, up her hips, up her stomach, and
gently brushed past her breasts. At that moment Bernadette quietly
slipped out of the room and went into the hallway. She had no further
interest in watching Cherine�s sexual encounter with Ken; she simply
wanted to make sure that it happened and that her friend could start
getting rid of her inhibitions.
As soon as her body reacted to his latest explorations, Ken guided
Cherine onto her stomach on the bed. He spent a long time massaging her;
first to relax her and then to stimulate her. He started on her
shoulders and neck, but then moved to her bottom and upper thighs. He
concentrated on touching the sensitive area around her bottom-hole,
waiting for her to spread her legs and expose herself even more. Finally
Ken�s attentions were rewarded as Cherine opened her legs to allow him
to touch her in between her thighs.
Cherine�s physical desires filled her thoughts when Ken gently took her
shoulders and signaled that he wanted her to roll on her back. She
complied. Later she would look back in amazement that the she had
flipped over with no hesitation whatsoever, but at that moment her
physical desires completely controlled her. Ken massaged her thighs and
slowly worked his way to her vagina. Cherine was very wet. She was
ready.
Ken touched Cherine's clitoris with the tip of his tongue, and then
worked his way downward to her vagina and labia. She gasped and spread
her legs as he explored and tantalized her vulva. Finally he returned to
her clitoris and tickled it with the tip of his tongue. She climaxed
immediately, filling the room with high-pitched moans.
As soon as Bernadette heard Cherine's moans die down, she opened the
door and silently signaled to Ken that she wanted him to exit the room.
She told him to go to the pledge shower and clean himself up. Once Ken
was out of the room, Bernadette turned off the light and shut the door
to let her friend recover in private.
Cherine was left in the room alone, exhausted, spent, and completely
disoriented. She pulled off her blindfold, only to stare up at the dark
ceiling. Her physical exhaustion, her inability at that moment to feel
any stress, and the silence of her surroundings made her wonder if what
had just happened to her was even real. Not being able to see what was
going on had given her orgasm dream-like sensation that was heightened
by the fact that she now was alone in a quiet dark room.
She had no desire, and no need to get up. She pulled the covers over
herself and allowed the sweet exhaustion to sweep over her body. For
several minutes she enjoyed the feeling of tired bliss, before slowly
drifting off into a very deep sleep.
The Pledge Mistress - Chapter 24
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