Sorority Sex Slave

by JJ Argus

  Then I screamed as the crop slammed into my back. My body swung violently around as my legs kicked out. I danced in agony, swinging and twisting in the chains.

  Ginny slashed the crop across my back again, then as I twisted around brought it down on my right breast. I howled in pain, swinging around and around as Ginny lashed whatever part of me was available, be it back, ass, belly, breasts or hips.

  The door opened and Sissy came in, glaring at Ginny.

  "What the fuck are you doing?" she demanded.

  "Playing with the little slut here," Ginny purred.

  "You're giving her bruises and welts you dumb bitch. We need her clean for the frat party and Joe Morgan's dance."

  "I don't."

  "Fuck you, Ginny," Sissy glared, coming forward and shoving her back.

  "This pussy belongs to the Sorority, not you. We use her as we want."

  "It's not my problem if the rest of you are afraid to come out of the closet and insist on using the pledges and slaves to give yourselves straight images," Ginny sulked.

  "We're here to get degrees so we can get jobs in the real world, Ginny, and lesbians are not accepted easily in either business or science. Now lay off the pussy until she's whored around for us."

  "She's hardly marked at all," Ginny pouted.

  "She's marked too much. You should have used the switch, and you're not allowed to whip her back at all. It bruises too easy."

  "Like I said, I'm not worried about my reputation," Ginny said.

  "East shit, dyke," Sissy snapped.

  She lowered me to the floor, removing the chains from my manacles.

  "She's off limits to you two until I say otherwise."

  "That's not fair," Cynthia said.

  "And how do you think your chances of tenure are if it gets out you're a lesbian who likes to whip freshman students?" Sissy said hotly.

  Cynthia sulked but didn't reply.

  "That's right. They'll boot your ass right out of this school, professor," Ginny snapped.

  She gripped me under the arm and hauled me to my unsteady feet, then half carried me out of the room and down the hall to my own. For the first time since I'd become a slave she put me on my bed, then got some cream and spread it over my bottom and back. She locked my wrists to the separate posts so I couldn't turn over, then turned out the light and went out.

  I thought about what they had said, puzzling over it a little before I arrived at what I thought was the answer. The Delta Phi's had a raunchy reputation, but it wasn't for lesbianism but just for being party girls. I knew most of the girls didn't fuck around with men, so that meant, from the way they were talking, the sorority used its pledges and slaves to whore around for them and gain the reputation.

  Emma came in a little later, and demanded to know who'd put me on the bed. I explained what had happened and she nodded her head, confirming my thinking.

  "All of us pledges had to fuck at least five separate guys in a week before becoming confirmed," she said. "Us bisexuals are encouraged to fuck as many guys as we can, while you slaves don't have any choice."

  She grinned then. "It's a lot more pleasure than you deserve, but you're going to be the main course in a lot of gang bangs over the next few weeks, slave. Not to mention the pictures."

  "What pictures, Mistress?" I asked.

  "They've, I mean, we've already sent your picture in to Coed magazine, offering to do a centerfold, and we'll make sure you get on the campus calenders. Having a hot looking slut like you in a little bikini in the campus calender will help our reputation."

  "Oh," I said.

  This was the first I'd heard of that but then nobody had to consult me or anything. I thought the idea of posing naked for Co-ed was both frightening and exciting, because it was a huge magazine that was distributed all across the country and was read by hundreds of thousands of people, mostly men, of course.

  And gang bangs. I'd always wanted to be gang banged, but never had the guts to do it before, afraid of the reputation I'd get. Here it wouldn't matter. I was far from home and the sisters already knew I was a filthy whore.

  My pussy drooled a bit in anticipation.

  Chapter Eight

  Emma didn't have the authority to move me, but she squatted down in front of me and pushed my head up, then slid her crotch under my face and ordered me to suck her. Once she was just a pledge like me but now she was a sister and I was a slave.

  I sucked and licked her pussy for half an hour, making her cum several times as she moaned and wriggled her ass on my pillow. Whenever I slowed she pulled on my hair until I sucked and licked harder. She was careful not to do anything that might leave bruises though.

  Once the bruises Ginny and Cynthia had made faded, I was sent over to one of the fraternities, with careful instructions. I was to fuck anyone who wanted me, and drink a lot and have a lot of fun. That wasn't hard at all and I was bubbling with happiness, much to the sister's disgust.

  They didn't like the idea of me having so much fun, nor of their slave getting cock rodded by a bunch of filthy men, but they had to maintain their reputations.

  So I went over to the frat house, dressed in a tight, slinky little mini dress that barely covered my ass. I wore no panties and no bra, and it took only minutes before some hairy football guy led me upstairs, tossed me on the bed and fucked me hard for a couple of minutes.

  Then I went downstairs again and draped myself coyly over another guy's shoulder. Minutes later I was on all fours on his bed getting rode hard. I pulled three more guys up there, one at a time, all to different rooms, before we were joined, the last guy and me, by a couple of his brothers.

  I was flat on my back, with the guy pounding his cock into my pussy, his hands under my knees as he shoved them back against my chest. He pumped his load inside me and as he rolled off, one of the other guys got on. The second guy squatted over my head and stuffed his erection down into my mouth.

  I sucked eagerly as I felt the other brother pounding his cock down my fuck tunnel. The door opened and closed several times and before I was even hardly aware of it there were a dozen guys in the room watching eagerly and calling out obscene directions to the guys.

  The two guys finished fucking me and I was rolled over onto my belly, then positioned on all fours, many eager hands willing to hold me down should I defy them. then one got behind me and slid his prick into my pussy while another guy pushed his erection past my lips.

  The two pounded their cocks into me with eager thrusts, neither showing any particular affection or care for me or my comfort as they rode my lush young body. The guy fucking my face gripped my hair and forced his cock right down my throat, sawing it back and forth in my gullet as I gurgled in protest.

  I rapidly lost track of how many men fucked me. When one finished another took his place. After I had been fucked a number of times one of the guys, to hoots and jeers and cat calls, forced his cock down into my anus and violently sodomised me. Several others followed suit.

  I was rolled onto my side then, two guys kneeling at my crotch, one behind and one in front. Then I was done up the rectum and down the pussy at the same time as another guy forced my head up and jammed his cock down my throat. Another guy squatted in front of my chest, my heavy melons in his hand as he mashed them around his cock.

  Four guys fucked me for a long time, each man being replaced immediately whenever he'd cum. Hours and hours passed with always more guys ready to ream out my anus or rape my pussy or throat. I came and came and came again, losing track of them, along with time and space, becoming an open, mindless receptacle for sperm and cocks.

  My memories after that are just patches, bits and pieces; Me on a table, surrounded by guys, all naked, hands squeezing and fondling my body as cocks pounded into my pussy, anus, and mouth; Hanging upside down, guys holding me by the legs, a cock in both holes. On all fours on the floor, getting sodomised; Standing up, a big muscular guy fore and aft, practically impaled on their hard cocks. Lying on the bed on my
belly, arms and legs spread, grunting like a hog as a guy lay atop me, sodomising my aching rectum.

  Sisters half dragged me home, but I don't remember who. I vaguely remember them cursing me, slapping me. I remember hanging from my wrists in the basement as they washed me and forced hoses up my pussy and anus, and that’s it.

  I woke up the next morning sore all over, especially in my pussy and asshole and throat. My breasts and thighs were bruised and hurt, but the sisters seemed pleased with the way things had gone.

  One of the frat brothers was a closet homosexual, and had kept count for the sisters. I'd taken a hundred and ten cocks, according to him, though many had been the same guys fucking me two or three times. I wondered how much sperm that was that I'd swallowed. It must have been a lot.

  A few days later I was sent to a private house where the Dean lived. He fucked me hard, but didn't hurt me. I kind of liked it because he was so eager. He probably had to restrain himself a lot, being around so much young flesh all day long.

  I posed for the campus calender in a teeny tiny little suit, the bra being two little triangles that covered not much more than the center of my breasts, the strings straining mightily, looking ready to snap at a deep breath. The bottom was a G-string, just a little piece of triangular material that covered only my slit.

  I posed with my back arched, my left arm behind my head and a saucy expression on my face. My body was half turned towards the camera so you could see just how my breasts stuck out and how naked my round buttocks were. The caption below read, "Claudia is a Delta Phi who's dream is to drown in semen."

  Well, I don't remember saying that, but I guess the sister's had thought it right. After that I did a twelve page layout in Coed magazine, looking as sexy and slutty as I could.

  While I was helping keep their reputation straight the sisters laid off the pain, at least, the pain that would leave any visible marks. I sucked pussy all night long though, my jaw and tongue getting much stronger through the exercise.

  As for my pussy, the puffy, bald little mound was practically scraped raw by all the wet, hairy pussy muffs that ground into it night after night. My pussy tube got its share of dildos and vibrators too. Not all the sisters minded my getting pleasure from the sex.

  Then one night I was brought down to the basement by Rachael, one of the meaner bull dykes. Ginny, Cynthia, and another of the nastier sisters, April, waited, all looking like leather nightmare visions. To my surprise Emma was there too, looking slightly uncomfortable in her crotchless leather body suit, her breasts sticking out of round holes in the chest.

  "Well, little slut," Ginny purred. "Now you're ours to do with as we wish. No more pictures or parties for almost a month."

  "So we can mark up this pretty little body as much as we wish," Cynthia cooed, rolling my breasts like bread dough.

  "And we've got some special things planned for you, whore!" Rachael grinned.

  She grabbed me by the hair and dragged me across the room to the corner.

  "Remember our friend Robby?" she sneered. "Since you liked him so much we decided to let you ride him again."

  They unchained my ankles, then pulled me across Robby. I noticed the plastic cock was gone. In its place was an immensely thick metal tube with a slick, rounded head.

  "Fuck him, whore!" April snarled.

  I gingerly squatted above the tube and let my ass down, letting more and more pressure come against my pussy mound. I was trembling a little with fear, wondering what the sadistic sisters planned for me.

  The thing forced my pussy lips wide, wide apart, so they ached and strained and threatened to rip apart. I moaned as I slowly eased myself down on the mighty steel tube. I screamed as Cynthia slashed my back with a switch.

  "Hurry up, slut. You love big cocks!"

  I grunted and gasped, my pussy feeling horribly bloated and full as I let myself down, taking more of it up into my crotch hole. Cynthia slashed the switch against my back again, and then Ginny began to lash my back and ass with another switch. They stood on either side, lashing my back and buttocks as I cried in pain and slowly lowered my straining fuck box down on the giant metal dildo.

  There was just no way I could pump myself on the thing, it was just way too thick. I was fearful of internal bleeding just for taking it into me, and that fear grew as more and more of the thing slid up inside my belly. I finally got my buttocks down on Robby's plastic thighs, whimpering and moaning in pain from the thickness and length of the metal rod up inside my guts.

  The girls slashing stopped, though it was very secondary to the cramping aching pain in my belly and the terrible strain on my pussy lips. Apparently they knee I wouldn't be able to move on the thing, because Ginny knelt behind me and tied a small chain to my pussy ring, drawing it down tight and fixing it in position so any movement of my crotch tore at the ring.

  My arms were pulled around behind the mannequin man and snapped together, which didn't surprise me at all, then my hair was wound into a tight braid behind me. The girls tied a hook in the end and bent my head, way, way, way back, until I was sure my back would snap. they stuffed the hook into my anus so it hooked against my tail bone, leaving me bent back.

  I felt their fingers at my nipples, but couldn't move my head to look, it was upside down, looking behind me at the roof. I felt little chains, like the one attached to my pussy ring, sliding through my nipple rings, then they were pulled straight up in the air so tight they pulled my nipples and breasts up with them, turning my perfectly round orbs into tight cones.

  I was in an excruciatingly uncomfortable position, my nipples and labia and back and hair and guts all aching terribly.

  Then the world turned over.

  The metal dildo blasted electricity into me just like during the initiation, only there was no pleasure, only pain. My guts heaved and churned as I screamed in agony. The sisters laughed, rubbing their pussies as they watched me tremble and shake.

  The electricity eased, then a new blast crackled through my outstretched breasts. It wasn't chains but alligator clips that pulled my nipple rings up, and they were attached to wires. Electricity made my two breasts bounce and jiggle all on their own as I shrieked in pain.

  They all watched intently, excitedly, as I rolled and thrashed and jerked and shook in awful agony, all of them masturbating as they watched, their eyes bright as they heard my howls and screams. Even Emma watched excitedly, her hand rubbing at her pussy.

  When I was dazed and insensible, one of them, I can't remember which, squatted over my upside down head and shoved her pussy into my face. She tugged on the wires fastened to my nipple rings and slapped my aching, straining boobies until I began to suck her fuck hole.

  I remember her sighing and groaning as my tongue drove up into her slit and began working on her clitty. I didn't care what they made me do as long as they kept he power off. After she had cum another, then another, then another girl shoved their pussies in my face and I licked them off.

  Then the power ripped through me again, making he howl and scream, making my body shake violently, my muscles spasming uncontrollably as the electricity tore through my frail body. After a while they stopped and I heard whispered conversations.

  Emma appeared next to me. I looked up dully, groaning. She held a riding crop in her hand and looked both reluctant and tremendously excited. She turned and looked behind me, then turned back to me and raised the crop, swinging it down hard on my straining breast meat.

  I shrieked in agony as the crop cut my right breast in half and jerked it down hard against the nipple ring. I thought my nipple must surely tear off but it was a strong little thing I guess. She slashed it down again and again, cutting into my wobbling breast until it was covered in weals.

  She rubbed her pussy with her left hand, her eyes bright and excited as she beat my breast, then finally passed the crop to Rachael, who looked down gleefully at my other breast, then began whipping it, hitting even harder than Emma had.

  They woke me with smel
ling salts and the alligator clamps were pulled off my nipple rings.

  My nipples burned like fire as the pressure was released and my aching breasts snapped back onto my chest. I cried out in pain, then sobbed as they tore my head even further back and slipped the hook out of my anus. Someone's hand shoved me forward against the mannequin's chest and I hugged its coldness with relief, wincing as its coldness touched my burning breast.

  "You liked getting fucked so much, Claudia, I just know you'll like this," Ginny's hateful voice purred.

  I groaned as I felt something push against my anus, but felt relief. If all they were going to do was sodomise me I could take that easily.

  With that big dildo up my pussy it hurt a lot more getting the other one up my ass, then, with just a few inches inside me I felt a stinging, then a sharp pain in my asshole. I yelped and my head turned around. Ginny's eyes gleamed as she held the dildo in her hand.

  The thing was black and gleaming, thick, but not smooth, oh far from it, it was covered in sharp ridges and spikes and studs, designed, not for pleasure, but to tear up a soft pussy or asshole. I stared at it in terror as Ginny gave it a hard push and it slashed into me.

  "Ahhhhhhhhh!" I screamed. "Oohhhh! Stoooop! Oh pleeeeasse!"

  "You love it, slut!" Ginny laughed, ramming it even deeper into my guts.

  She began twisting and jerking it, pumping it harshly, cruelly inside my soft, silky ass tunnel. The sharp ridges and spikes clawed and scratched at my guts, and I felt like I was being disembowelled from the inside.

  I screamed at the top of my lungs as Ginny, then Cynthia, then Emma, then April, ripped the terrible instrument around inside my belly. They forced it all the way up inside me and then left it there as they undid my pussy ring and my hands and lifted me, howling in pain, right off that huge, thick metal pipe. Another cruel dildo was rammed up my pussy as I shrieked and twisted and sobbed, and they laughed at my despair and pain.

  They snapped a leash to my collar and led me around the room on all fours. Every movement jerked the dildo around in my anus and caused horrible pain in my belly and pussy tube. Every now and then one of them would kick me in the ribs, or the breasts, or the bottom.