by JJ Argus
When I was back among the living, Carol stopped and freed my wrists from the headpost, unsnapped the two ankle restraints from each other, then pulled me to my feet and led me to the door. I hesitated, pulling back, not wanting the others to see me as I was.
Carol was firm, opening the door and leading me through and out into the hall. The place was busy as the other sisters hurried back and forth from their rooms to the bathroom, many of them naked or in their underwear. Nobody remarked at my nudity of course, nor on the leather encircling my throat, wrists, and ankles, nor even on the loose tail flowing out of my rectum.
Carol led me into the bathroom, then pushed me under one of the showers. The water poured down over me, soaking me. I stepped back and Carol washed me. I stood passively as she soaped up my hair and face and back and breasts. She was very tender as she rubbed my breasts. Then she soaped up my ass and pussy, then down my thighs and legs to my feet.
She gave me a little push and I went in under the water again, raising my hands above my head as I slowly turned in circles, letting the water wash the soap off me. Carol was waiting with a big fluffy towel. She dried me off, then sat me in front of one of the vanity counters and began to brush and blow dry my hair.
This was not the kind of master slave relationship some of the other girls had. Dog, for instance, was the one who washed Ginny, then did her hair and makeup and dressed her, acting like a servant. Carol didn't need a servant, treating me more like her prized pet.
She led me back to my room and over to my closet. She opened it and picked out what she wanted me to wear, right down to the panties. I was to keep the tail on all day, she instructed, then pulled on my panties, drew on my loose pants and unlinked my wrist cuffs long enough to pull a loose sweater over me.
I didn't wear a bra because my breasts were still too sore from last night's beating. She led me downstairs and then we walked out to classes, separating for a while.
I was acutely aware of the leather cuffs on my wrists and ankles, and of course, the tail which was bunched beneath my buttocks, and down one pant leg. Fortunately the sweater had long puffy sleeves that hid the wrist cuffs, and my cowboy boots hid the ankle cuffs.
I just hoped I wasn't in an accident. Lord knows what the doctors and nurses would make of me.
I made it through the day, and then went back to the sorority house. I stripped and got into my pledge shift. One of the girls made me remove the tail, saying it didn't look right with the shift, then I started doing my chores and homework.
I was in the basement doing Carol's laundry when I heard a strange noise from a nearby room. I opened the door and peeked inside. Allison was there, naked, hanging from her wrists. Her body was covered in whip marks from head to toe and her hair had all been cut off, her head shaved bald.
My eyes widened as I saw her. I stepped into the room and over beside her.
"Allison?" I said, reaching out and gingerly brushing her cheek. Her eyes opened a little and she stared at me without recognition for a few seconds.
"A... Claudia?" she whispered.
"You poor thing!" I exclaimed. "I'll get you down."
"Nooo," she gasped. "No, don't."
"But... "
"It... it feels so good, Claudia," she croaked.
"But your hair, your beautiful hair!" I groaned.
"I don't care," she gasped. "Claudia, get the... the whip."
"What?"
"The whip," she gasped. "There on the table. Whip me."
I looked at the table and saw a thing I recognized from a museum as a Cat O' nine tails. I stared at it in shock, then back at Allison."
"Whip meeee," she moaned.
"I couldn't!"
"Pleeeeasse," she whimpered. "Pleeeassee!"
"Come to join our party, little slut?"
I gasped and whirled around to find Ginny striding through the door, Dog crawling along behind her, as naked and bald as Allison.
"No!" I gasped. "I mean, no, Sister."
"Pity, I'm sure you'd enjoy it."
She turned to Allison and gripped her breast, squeezing it harshly. Allison moaned and her feet kicked spasmodically.
"Dirty little slut!" Ginny sneered.
"Yes, Mistress," Allison whimpered.
Ginny lowered the chain until the girl was on her knees on the floor, then she untied her hands and shoved her back on her back.
"Dog!" she snapped, "Eat!"
Dog crawled forward and straddled Allison so her crotch was above Allison's face and her face was over the whimpering girl's crotch, then she let herself down. She began to suck and lick at Allison's pussy as Allison did the same to hers.
I stared in shock, embarrassment and excitement as the two gripped each other's bottoms and sucked and chewed on each other's pussies.
"Harder! Suck those pussies!" Ginny yelled.
She picked up the flog and began lashing it down across the two as they growled and sucked and chewed at each at each other's pussies. They rolled over and over, Ginny following them and lashing the flog down on their back and buttocks and sides. The girls yelped and groaned and cried out in pain but chewed voraciously at each other's crotch.
I backed away towards the door, then turned and hurried out. I heard a scream of ecstasy that sounded like Allison, but didn't turn back to see. I picked up Carol's laundry and hurried upstairs.
I was carrying the basket when someone grabbed me and pulled me to a halt. Two women were smiling at me, two sisters I vaguely remembered seeing around, but who's names escaped me.
"Well, slut, what are you doing?"
"My Mistress's laundry, Sisters," I said, head bowed.
"Isn't that nice. Put it down."
"Yes, Mistress," I said, setting it down.
"Take off that shift," she ordered.
"Yes, Sister," I said, removing it.
I was feeling sexual tension in my loins as I stripped in front of them. I liked being submissive, being dominated, at least sexually. And they were beautiful. One had short red hair, combed over to her right side. The other was a brunette, with luxurious, teased hair.
"Look at how pink those titties are," the brunette said, her hand cupping my right breast and squeezing it.
"Yes, I suppose Carol beat them properly last night."
"Carol is always too soft on the slaves," the redhead sniffed.
"But she does train them well. Come with us, slave," she ordered.
"Yes, Sister," I replied, following them upstairs and into a bedroom.
They both began to strip as I stood there uncertainly. Neither had asked me if I wanted to do anything with them, and I wasn't even sure I did, even though I was feeling very horny.
The redhead was tall, with a slender body and small breasts. The brunette was shorter, but also slender, her breasts only a bit bigger. The redhead motioned me to the bed and I climbed in. She fastened my wrists together behind my back, then pushed me down on my back and squatted over my face.
"Suck me, slut," she ordered, lowering her snatch onto my face.
I started sucking and licking as I felt my lower body stroked and squeezed. The brunette half turned me and slid her leg through mine, squatting below me as she brought her pussy mound up against mine.
She shoved her pussy into mine and began a slow grinding motion that made the two pussy pads rub and stroke each other. The redhead turned around on my face so she was looking down my body to the brunette. The two women hugged each other and kissed as they ground themselves down on my body.
The brunette gripped my left breast in her hand and squeezed it cruelly as she mashed her pelvis into mine. She gripped my hair with her other hand, using her grip on me for leverage so she could really mash her pussy onto mine.
The redhead humped back and forth on my face, rubbing her pussy against me as I tongued her slit. She also rubbed and squeezed my aching breasts as she and the brunette exchanged long, lingering, passionate kisses.
I felt my pussy quivering and trembling with lust
as the brunette slapped and ground her soft pussy pad down against my own. I'd never felt someone else's pussy on mine before and found I loved the sensation.
I was trying to concentrate on the redhead's pussy, stuffing my tongue up into her slit as she rubbed it back and forth over my face. I kept whimpering in delight as the brunette humped into my crotch, her pelvis gyrating in slow sensual movements that made my blood boil.
The redhead gripped my head in both hands then and began to bounce wildly up and down, yelping and whining and gasping in delight as she came. I screwed my tongue up deep into her snatch as I felt my own body turning inside out with the advent of my own orgasmic explosion.
The brunette was humping harder and faster against my pussy, her fingers gouging my breast as she used it to pull herself into me. Her pussy slapped harshly against my own, painfully hard for both of us, yet wonderfully also scorchingly exciting.
She came, gurgling in happiness as she rammed her crotch into mine, our cum juice drooling out between our mashed pussy lips and coating our crotches with its slippery, scented slickness.
Chapter Six
Carol came home just as I was finishing putting away her laundry. Of course she asked me how my day was and I told her about the two girls fucking me. She scowled at me, saying I was her slave and wasn't allowed to fuck anyone unless she told me to.
I thought that was kind of unfair, since the girls hadn't even asked me whether I wanted to fuck them or not, but Carol wouldn't accept any excuses. She made me bend over, this time with my legs straight and tight together, my arms wrapped around them tightly.
She brought out her switch and began lashing my upturned buttocks, the switch criss-crossing the sore red bottom again and again as she sought to flay every square inch of flesh. After twenty or thirty lashes she put down the switch and took up her cane, then began to really beat my sore flesh.
The switching had ached, but had formed a kind of pulsing numbness over my flesh, so the cane, even though it hurt more, didn't have the affect it would have had she used it first. I clutched my legs tightly, grinding my breasts from side to side against my thighs as I pressed my head against my knees.
I was panting and groaning, both with pain and excitement. Again, it was as much the sensuousness of the whole scene that made me hot as anything else. My mind was spinning with lust even though she hadn't touched my body, except with her switch and cane.
"All right, Claudia, get on your hands and knees," she ordered.
I shakingly lowered myself to all fours, looking up at her like a dog. She moved around behind me and stuffed a thick metal vibrator into my gaping slit, twisting and turning it until it was buried within me. Then she moved to the closet and pulled out a ping pong paddle.
"Crawl forward to the foot of the bed," she ordered. I did so and gripped the bedposts as she snapped the wrist cuffs to brackets there. My chest and belly sagged somewhat as I knelt awkwardly before the bed, but she didn't complain. Instead she knelt beside me.
She raised the paddle, which I thought was meant for my bottom, and instead swung it hard against the side of my left breast. My fat breasts were hanging below me like udders, meaty and soft and vulnerable. The paddle slammed into the side of my boob with a meaty thwack of noise, followed almost at once by my scream of pain.
I jerked back, but my wrists were locked tightly in front of me. My breast burned with pain as it was smashed sideways into the other one, then it wobbled and jiggled and bounced before it settled into place again.
"Shut up and stay still!" she snapped, whipping the paddle down against my breast again, then again, then again, spanking my aching breast with a flurry of blows that made it bounce and jerk wildly.
I clenched my teeth tightly, sweat streaming down my face as I fought against the agony in my burning breast. Carol halted, stepped across me, then knelt and began paddling my right breast, smacking and cracking the paddle down again and again, changing angles and directions often.
I closed my eyes, whimpering and moaning as the heat rose in my chest. Carol lay the paddle flat on the floor beneath me, then began smacking it straight up into my breasts, first one, then the other, mashing and slapping the sore meaty melons as I began yelping and grunting in pain, no longer able to suppress it.
She stopped finally, and I fell, or would have fallen, but for my bound wrists. As it was I hung from the bedposts, my aching chest pressed against the footboard while the rest of my body trembled and jerked on the floor.
Carol stripped naked, then freed my wrists from the bed. She dragged me across the room by the ankle, my wounded breasts scraping across the rug as I yelped and cried in pain. I rolled over onto my back to take some of the pain off my breasts and saw her drag a chair over, placing it right next to me.
I watches as she fetched a long chain and stood on her toes to slip it through a round metal bracket fixed to the roof. She moved the chair a couple of feet and again stood up on it to fix another long chain through a similar bracket six feet to one side of the other.
In spite of the pain in my breasts I became excited all over again because I knew what she was doing, she was going to hang me from the chains, and I thought that was a fantastically erotic thing. I was eager for it as she moved the chair away and bent over me with one of the chains.
But instead of fixing it to my wrist cuff she snapped it to one of my ankle cuffs. She fixed the second chain to the other ankle, then pulled them down until all the slack was out of the chains.
"Raise your legs," she ordered.
I raised my legs straight up, and she pulled more slack tight in the chains.
"Stand up on your head, Claudia," she ordered. That wasn't something I'd ever done, but I tried, and with her pulling on the chains, taking up the slack every time my feet rose a little, it proved fairly easy to raise myself up so I was, not on my head, but on my hands.
My arms were straight down below me, holding me off the floor, while the chains held tight to my ankles, keeping me from falling over to one side. The chains pulled my ankles apart as well as up, pulling them further apart the higher I pushed myself.
Carol walked to the wall and slid both chains through another bracket, one I hadn't noticed before, then she braced her foot against the wall and pulled hard. I gasped as my hands left the floor. Carol pulled me up only a foot or so higher, then locked the chain in place.
I was left hanging by my ankles, my legs wide apart and my hands hanging straight down below me. Carol came over to me and pulled my arms up behind my back, then locked them together there. I moaned in excitement. I felt so slutty and erotic and carnal, so sexually vulnerable to her every whim
I still had the vibrator in my pussy. I had been gripping it tightly until Carol had raised me upside down but now gravity kept it inside me, happily chewing and buzzing at my pussy flesh. My body buzzed in sympathy and my belly fluttered in anticipation.
Carol stepped in front of me and I discovered that my head was at the exact level of her crotch. She rubbed her pussy into my face and I began to lick and suck on her slit as she did the same to mine. She pumped the vibrator slowly in and out of my fuck tunnel as I whimpered and sucked at her pussy, working my tongue inside her.
I concentrated on her clitty as my tongue pushed between her pussy lips, slurping and lapping at the little fuck button as my own pussy burned with desperate pleasure.
Carol's hands rubbed over my buttocks as she sucked on my clit and pumped the vibrator. I began to shake helplessly, finding it more and more difficult to concentrate on her clitty. Then I came, grunting furiously as a storm of sexual heat ripped along my spine, churning up my guts and chest with its ferocious onslaught of intense pleasure.
Carol gripped my head in both hands and squeezed it tightly between her thighs as she humped into me. She groaned in pleasure, mashing my face into her burning wet fuck mound, rubbing herself against me too fast for me to work my tongue against her.
She gave a moan of satisfaction and stumbled back, si
tting on her bed. She lay back for a long minute, then sighed and got up, going to her closet and dressing. She went out, leaving me hanging there without a word. My head was aching from the rush of blood down to it. I'd been able to ignore that in my heat but it was no starting to throb painfully.
I waited, hoping she would be back quickly, that she was just going to the bathroom or something. I kept looking at the clock on her night table, watching the minutes drift by. After a few minutes my pussy began to heat up again because of the vibrator inside it.
I squeezed repeatedly on my pussy muscles, wishing the vibrator could pump in and out, and wishing I could grind my thighs together.
Unfortunately, I could do nothing, and with no direct contact with my clitty, the vibrator couldn't make me cum. Instead it kept me in an extended state of hypersexual excitement, my loins burning with need, but without the contact on my clitty it needed to explode and relieve the agonizing high pressure building inside me.
An hour passed, then two. The door opened finally, but it wasn't her that came in, but another of the sisters.
She looked surprised to see me, but then smiled in excited pleasure. She closed the door behind her, and came into the room, stopping before me.
"What are you doing, Pledge?" she asked.
"No... nothing, si... sister," I gasped. I was dazed, light headed, or perhaps the opposite. All the blood had gone to my brain because of my position, and my head ached.
She slid her hand onto my pussy and rubbed it softly, then pulled her hand up.
"You're soaking wet, pledge," she grinned, "Or should I say, slave girl?"
She gripped the tip of the vibrator and eased it slowly up my pussy pipe. I whimpered and panted furiously as the vibrator slid across my clit, my pulse rate shooting upwards.
