Sorority Sluts

For you to understand this story, you must know that we are a secret sorority, and we continue to engage in the forbidden practice of hazing our Pledges. We call ourselves Beta Sigma Mu, but most don't realize those are the Greek initials that we use to cover our true interest in Bondage: Sado-Masochism.



In order to join our sorority, our Pledges must agree to be exposed publicly on campus late at night while their sorority sisters stand in a circle, egging them on to perform various acts to show they can be trusted with the secrets of the sorority. More importantly, they will meet and gain knowledge for the first time of the one the girls call “The Trainer.”

Unknown to the Pledges, he is the man who will become their Dom. All of the girls in the sorority have to go through this process of public humiliation: to prove they can obey the rules not only for their future success in the sorority group, but also in college studies and then in life.

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The evening would begin with standard fare: the Pledges proving they knew the words to the sorority songs, showing their tits to their sisters, having their cunts shaved by their future sisters at the sorority house. Once the girls entered the central quad of the campus at 3 a.m. they would be wearing black academic gowns, easily unzipped, and they would be naked underneath except for garter belts, nylons and high heels.



The Pledges would have their bras on, and they have been ordered to wear their most expensive, prettiest things: lingerie that reflected their good taste and worthiness for "The Trainer," for they would someday be his property—if they succeeded.


Cassandra, the young red-haired girl, was excited on Pledge Night. She had always wanted to have a sister, and now she might have many, if only she could prove worthy of what was asked of her. She knew she was going to try very hard. She walked down the hall to her dorm shower and threw off her bathrobe, running into the shower, her scarlet hair and cunt glowing in the late afternoon sun that came through the windows.



She not only wanted to look her best, she wanted to smell her best. She pulled her scarlet hair high on the back of her head and used a clasp to keep it out of the water's spray. As the hot stream of water hit her quivering body, Cassandra nervously washed every subtle curve and crevice of her pink body, using her favorite scented soap. After patting herself dry, she dusted herself with a fine layer of talc, loving that it made her skin feel like silk. She glowed radiantly.

Returning to her room, she opened the bureau drawer and sat on the edge of her bed, gently pulling on the sheer, lace-topped stockings, attaching them to the garter belt nubs. She chose to wear ivory tonight, because she viewed this ritual as a purification and the beginning of a new life for herself. She loved wearing lavender, as it set off her coloring so beautifully, but ivory it was. She wanted so much to learn new things and be part of something greater.



She had a beautiful brassiere that was a wisp of tulle and lace. As she hooked the brassiere in the back, Cassy noted that her breasts were thrust out. She looked at herself in the mirror and wondered if it was too revealing, as you could see her pink nipples peeking through the sheer fabric. Her nipples were very hard, but she knew she was just nervous in wanting to succeed tonight. She found a lovely pair of pale stilettos with straps, and she adjusted these and then twisted her image in the mirror to make sure everything was perfect. She could not fail. She would not fail. She was determined.


Walking to the sorority house in only lingerie, covered by her academic gown, she felt wetness seeping down along the inner part of her thigh, and she stopped in a public restroom to wipe it off. It wouldn't do to arrive with stains or wet marks showing on her gown. When she entered the house, she had to use a secret knock, and the door opened into a darkened room, only lit by candles. The energy was high as girls ran up and down the stairs, calling out to each other, tossing panties and bras down the stair well to each other, running from room to room and parading their bodies to each other.



How she wished to be part of this happy union. She was shocked to see some girls, standing in front of a full length mirror in the parlor, facing each other, and rouging each other's nipples. One girl flicked her manicured nails over the edge of the nibs, to make then jut out and stay out. Another took an ice cube from a drink and twirled it around her Sister's nipple, as her Sister shuddered in delight. "That will keep them up all night," she heard the girl say. "Don't worry," her friend said. "They never drop."


She saw some girls taking backpacks and loading them with things she had only heard about in the dorm: dildoes, vibrators...some with dual heads, but other things she didn't know at all: straps with balls on them, what appeared to be blindfolds, and lengths of leather with hooks and buckles. Also chains with odd shaped metal bits on the end.



She realized her cunt was becoming even more wet, and she excused herself to the bathroom to again wipe herself down. This was seriously embarrassing. What if the girls saw and felt she had failed the tests? In her Pledge Rules Book, Cassandra remembered reading that this night was just the beginning of "The Process." Somehow she equated the words "The Process" with her becoming a mature woman. Her future sorority sisters had both warned about her about "The Process," but also told her she should look forward to it. . Even as she was filled with anxiety and apprehension, especially after being matter-of-factly how little she would be wearing publicly, she was filled with resolve, and the mantra kept repeating in her mind, "I have to get into this sorority."




A brunette appeared before Cassandra and led her to a side room. She was ordered to remove her robe and lie on towels. Delicate hands with french nails applied perfumed liquid gel onto her pussy, and she watched as the girl shaved away her public hair, revealing her cherry red pussy lips. She felt so exposed. She was ordered to pry open her lips so the girl could get inside. Other sisters approached to help out.



The Junior and Senior sisters took turns playing with Cassandra’s exposed pussy. There was only a narrow opening, but it was large enough to tug and pull the inner lips out of hiding. Two of the sisters handled tweezers and plucked pubic hairs one by one. All of Cassy’s emotions and senses seemed heightened, and she wanted to cry out in a dizzying mixture of shock and sexual arousal. Such a small tool and such a delicate target, but so much intense little pain streaked along her pussy lips.


Cassy’s breathing labored, and she told herself to slow her breathing down. It was difficult when one of the sisters was handed a soft cat o' nine tails and instructed to aim for her most vulnerable spot. Without hesitation, the cat's braids came crashing down on her pussy. Cassandra prayed she would not explode in orgasm.



The brunette took her finger and flicked at Cassy's clit. It responded by swelling and glistening outside the lips like a pearl. The girl looked deep into Cassy's eyes and said, "I wish I could suck on your clit and flick my tongue into your cunt. I'll bet you would like that, wouldn't you?" Cassandra turned deep red and turned her head away. "Pity, but there is much to be done before the night is over. Besides which, The Trainer will decide if your cunt is worthy or not.



There it was again. "The Trainer." Who was he? She asked. "Oh. You'll learn," the brunette replied and walked away. She called across her shoulder, "Put your robe back on and prepare to leave."



As Cassandra and the other women made their way to the quad, not a sound was heard, yet she felt as if a thousand eyes were watching. She knew these hazing nights were not only about obedience, but also about conquering your fear and showing you had the character and strength to make it into this exclusive club. This wasn’t freshmen giggling during a ceremony. This was a serious tradition.



Amazingly, Cassandra did hear a giggle erupt further ahead of her in line. She saw a tall figure step out of the shadows, followed by the sound of clothes being ripped, then a snapping sound like a furious whipping. There were no subsequent giggles. The row of silent women sheathed in black entered the center of the quad.



Cassandra reminded herself, even if she didn't know exactly what to expect before hand, that this is why she chosen this school: the scholarship opportunities and internships that the leadership promised were the prizes awaiting her. The promise of opportunity she told herself--remembering the strikes of the whip---this was why she had endured all of the mental tests and bizarre panel questioning of the sorority's president leading up to this moment.




The circle closed, and the first Pledge was taken into it’s center and ordered to drop her gown. She tried to cover herself, but the figure from the shadows came forth again and whispered, “Cease covering yourself.” She dropped her hands. Two sorority sisters came forth bearing a corset and began lacing the girl into it. “Make the laces tight,” she heard the male voice say. “I want her to know that she cannot move herself anymore. All of her future decisions and movements will be made for her.”


The girl gasped, then bit her lips as the laces were pulled in tighter, then tighter. Her arms were lifted up, and a velvet cuff was put around each wrist. A matching velvet collar was added, then a linked chain clasped to the ring in front. The sisters handed the chain to the man. Was this “The Trainer?” It had to be. His head was covered by the robe’s hood, and Cassy couldn’t see clearly in the darkened shadows.



He ordered the corseted girl to lift her arms. Cassandra heard the man say, “Higher, slut,” and her arms were raised up to the sky. The girls approached and put a spreader bar between her wrists, secured to each cuff, then cuffs were added to her ankles, and a spreader was put between her legs. She could see the Pledge’s flesh quivering in the effort to stay upright.





The girl was ordered to make her way, as best she could, back to her position within the circle. Cassandra was remembering her friends who cautioned her against trying to get into this group of people that she knew nothing about; that some of these sorority sisters had a bad reputation on campus, yet when asked specifics, no one would say a word, for fear of reprisal from The Trainer.



Cassandra, too, had heard strange, whispered tales about a few girls after getting into the club. After the first few weeks of sorority life, those girls never acted the same again at parties or football games. In her own mind, Cassy could see the faces of those who counseled her, but she tried to ignore them now, as she ignored them then. She had to maintain her focus. These were just urban legends--stories propagated by jealous girls, she told herself. Every house has its hazing practices.



The girls who do make it from this small sorority, would be privy to the best contacts, the best careers. Everyone knew that to be true. After Cassandra had received the invitation from Beta Sigma Mu to join, she had to at least try. When she was interviewed, the sisters had warned her that the tests were definitely unique and might be just a little frightening to most university freshmen. If she did pass the trials, however, she was told she could begin to meet with the "right" people about off-campus and career opportunities. Again, The Trainer’s name was evoked.




Cassandra stared across at the bound up girl. The black corset smashing into her waist and abdomen. All of that tugging and pulling to hook it and lace it. The wrists and ankles bearing the weight of those bars, forcing her flesh apart. The next Pledge entered the circle and she too was bound up, but she had a circular gag put into her mouth, and rope put around her breasts and ankles. The Trainer approached her, and with a shining instrument….a knife?



He cut out the nipple area of her bra, then put pinching things on the girl’s nipples, linked by a chain. At that point, a dozen sorority sisters approached with a variety of whips, some thin and innocent looking, some heavy and wide. Simultaneously, they began whipping the Pledge’s nipples. She saw the Pledge bite down into her gag, and a tear slide from the corner of her eye. She did not scream, however. This whipping lasted for a quarter of an hour.



Many other girls faced similar challenges. Hot wax was dripped on their naked flesh. Sorority girls bit their nipples. They had dildoes shoved into their pussies then secured in with duct tape. Now The Trainer nodded her way, and it was Cassandra’s turn to enter the ring.


She looked up into The Trainer’s eyes. She couldn’t really see them, but she heard his voice, “Eyes Down!” She lowered her eyes. He approached, and she became very frightened, and yet, very excited. He took Cassandra’s hand and pressed it into his robe. She felt his hardness. With his hand covering hers, he massaged his rigid cock. Cassandra wanted to drop to her knees. She wanted to task his cock. She was stunned. She didn’t even know this man.



The Trainer fingered her bra strap, then gently lowered it off her shoulder. He pushed the fabric of her brassiere down below her breasts, and her large milky white breast sprung forth, nipple erect, and Cassandra felt her face grow hot with shame. The Trainer’s finger came forth and grazed her nipple, then he lowered his head and bit it. She started to cry out, but he shoved a rubber ball into her mouth, attached to a leather strap, then ordered her to turn around. As she did so, he leaned in and bite her neck, at first just the slightly brushing of teeth, then a hard bite. He tightened the strap around on her neck, sweeping her red hair to the side.


“Turn around,” he ordered. She obeyed. “Look at that.” I think I have found a very worthy cum slut indeed. There is a cum slut in every woman, did you know that?” he asked. She nodded her head “no.” “Oh yes,” he replied, “and I can always find their need, even when they don’t know it exists.”


“You have aroused me, whore, and I will be looking for you again. You have done very well tonight. Cassandra fought the impulse to slide to her knees and press her lips into his covered cock. As if he could read her mind, The Trainer, opened his robe, revealing his oiled, rigid cock. He lowered the gag beneath her mouth and ordered her to open her mouth wide. “Do not dare to suck this cock, or you have failed. Do you understand? Nod if you do.” She nodded.



“Very good, slut.” He shoved Cassandra to her knees, then put his hard cock into Cassandra’s mouth and at first let it sit there. She fought the impulse to suck; an impulse that felt so natural. Soon he began pumping his cock deeper, then deeper into her receiving wetness. “Suck me,” he ordered. She sucked vigorously, staring at the cock as it grew increasingly purple with blood. Suddenly, The Trainer jerked his cock from her mouth, and with a few swift strokes, shot his cum all over her face. “You will wear this cum for the next three days. You are the newest member of Beta Sigma Mu. Now return to the circle and rejoin your sisters.