STORY: Sorority Sex Slave - FFFFFF/ff - BDSM

She hadn't ever suspected, not for a moment, the depths of depravity her 
new sorority sisters would lead her, or how much pleasure and pain she 
would find there, bound and naked at their feet.


It was a mannequin, a plastic man. He was naked and seated on a chair. 
The sisters had added a few things to what the company which made him 
had thought necessary. They had taken a big dildo and glued it somehow 
between his legs.
    The sisters led me to him and then dropped me on my knees in front 
of him.
    "There is more to life than cock," the head sister said, all the 
other women lined up behind her.
    "You are the weakest link of our new section of chain. We do not 
allow women here who are the prisoner of men's cocks. You will be taught
strength through discipline.
    "Strength through discipline! the sisters chanted.
    "Here is a man for you, Claudia. You may call him master. Master 
has a hard-on for you. You will suck his hard-on for him, Claudia. Do so 
now."
    "Ye... yes, sister," I gulped. I crawled up over his legs and 
gripped the fake cock, then brought my lips down over the cockhead.
    I felt - very strange. I was embarrassed, of course, very 
embarrassed. I was still hideously aware of my nudity, and the sexuality 
surrounding it. I was terribly aware of all those eyes on me. I was 
being punished, and this made me anxious, fearing I would be denied 
entry to the sorority, and yet at the same time I felt a strange dark 
hunger within me.
    To perform sexual acts in front of so many people was such a wicked 
and wanton act! And yet I had been ordered to, which, in a strange way 
made such behaviour acceptable. So instead of guilt and shame I felt a 
strange sense of wild freedom.
    I took the fake cock head into my mouth and sucked on it as the 
entire room watched. I licked my tongue up and down the underside, just 
as though it were a real cock, wetting it up so it would slide easier in 
my mouth. I folded my lips around the head and let my lips down on it, 
bobbing my head up and down as I sucked, as they watched. I was putting 
on a show, oddly glorying in my own degradation, in my own demeaning 
actions.
    "Observe the slut, sisters," the head sister said. "Observe how 
perverted and cock hungry she is."
    I kept sucking the cock as though it was a guy, my head kind of 
dazed by the constant strains of the evening, by the flashing sensations 
of both pleasure and pain that had continually overloaded my system. 
Being called a slut was an insult and yet - it was so far from reality 
that I could not take it seriously as an insult. In fact, it made me 
feel hot. Me a slut? Me!?
    "You want to fuck him, Claudia. Don't you?" the head sister 
sneered. "Beg him. Beg for his cock."
    I didn't and yet, to ask would be so - slutty. And so I did, 
basking in their attention, even as I knelt nakedly before them.
    "M... master, may I have your cock?" I asked the mannequin.
    "Beg him."
    "Please fuck me, master," I said, intensely aroused.
    I don't know why I was so excited. I think, once I got over my
embarrassment at being seen naked and sexual circumstances, like when I
was on the chair, I think that when I was no longer embarrassed by them
all staring into my pussy, or watching me cum, well, I think I became
incredibly turned on by it, kind of like an exhibitionist.
    What I mean is, well, maybe I was supposed to be humiliated by 
doing what I was doing and having them all watching, but instead I was 
really getting into it, putting on a show for them, acting and feeling 
supremely slutty and free and sexual.
    "Fuck him, Claudia," the head sister ordered. "Get on and fuck him."
    I got to my feet and straddled the chair, facing the mannequin. I 
eased forward, bringing my throbbing pussy over the big thick rubber 
dildo, then I eased myself down. They were all behind me, watching me as 
I bent slightly forward. They could all see the dildo, could all see as 
it pushed up into my slit, forcing its way into me. I felt a quivering 
in my body at that knowledge, and a shock, a sense of wonder at what I 
was doing.
    I closed my eyes as my sex engulfed the dildo, then I groaned as my 
body slid down its length and I felt it pushing way up inside my belly. 
I felt a strange sense of dark pride, glorying in the sluttishness of 
what I was doing before their very eyes.
    Before I was even aware of it one of the sisters had gripped my 
hands and pulled me forward, my breasts, hard and hot and swollen, 
pressed against his harsh plastic chest as they handcuffed my wrists 
together around the other side of the mannequin, locking me in place. I 
didn't care. I had my pussy stuffed full, and I was feeling raw and 
carnal and bestial.
    My belly was burning with lust and it was all I could do to hold 
back my feelings even a little as I ground my pelvis into the plastic 
man. I was a public exhibition, a lewd and wild one, and was becoming 
more aroused the more I showed off my sluttishness.
    "Fuck him," the head sister ordered.
    "Fuck him," the sisters chanted.
    I did, grinding faster, rubbing my ass from side to side and 
screwing it in slow circles.
    "Ride his cock, slut," the head sister snarled. I felt a hot blast 
of pain against my bottom and cried out, turning to look behind me.
She was holding a, well, some kind of stick, long and thin, like a
switch. Another sister had a similar instrument and both were looking at
me with lust and anger.
    "Fuck him, Claudia. Give him a real good fuck," the head sister cried.
    Their eyes were afire, and there were sneers on their faces. I felt 
a terrible vulnerability, and then a strange, exultation in it, in being
forced to behave so wickedly, in being forced to put on this obscene
display.
    "Ride that cock, whore," the other one snarled.
    Slut! I was a slut! How shockingly odd! How exciting! Yet the way I 
was acting... how could I be other than a slut!? A wicked, wild, wanton, 
lewd, seductive woman!
    I turned back to the mannequin and exulted in my own degradation,
beginning to exaggerate my movements, raising and lowering myself on the
stiff rubber prick while all their eyes focussed on me, knowing in my 
wild mind, that their eyes were all staring, all watching that thick 
cock as my pussy rode up and down on it..
    "Faster! Faster! Fuck that cock," the head sister yelled.
    There was a crack of meaty noise and I cried out in pain again as 
she brought the switch down against my buttocks once more. Then there 
was another crack of noise as the other girl slashed her switch across 
my back. I cried out in pain, but the pain could not touch that part of 
me awash in sensual heat and hunger.
    Beaten. Yes, beaten! Sluttish and beautiful! A prisoner. I was a 
helpless prisoner being abused by them. Ahh, I can't describe the 
sensations, the images, the thoughts which ripped through my mind and 
body. I felt more alive than I had ever been, more excited and aroused, 
and at the same time the image of my abuse, of my martyrdom, if you 
like, was making me both aroused and free of the guilt and shame I would 
have otherwise felt.
    "You call that fucking?" the head sister jeered. "Kiss him! Kiss him!"
    Her switch cut across my buttocks and I screamed as I rode up and 
down, riding the dildo furiously, my hot buttocks slapping against the 
plastic legs with hard, bruising blows as I tore my pussy up and down 
the entire length of the rubber prong.
    "Kiss him!" she screamed again, lashing my back.
    "Let's hear you moan!" the other girl said, whipping her switch 
down on my back and buttocks.
    I mashed my lips against the mannequin's plastic lips, rubbing them 
all over as I rode up and down on the dildo. I cried out each time the 
lashes cut into me and started grunting as dramatically as I could, my 
eyes rolling as I tried to pretend I was in the midst of an orgasm. I 
wanted to be the slut they had proclaimed me, wanted to be the wild, 
uncontrolled whore. And I was, or at least, began to put myself into 
that image.
    I was riding up and down on the dildo with furious, desperate 
energy now, my pussy tunnel sliding painfully fast on the hard rubber 
prick inside it. And the thing is, as they eased off on the whipping, I 
really did get excited again, and worked my pussy down with enthusiastic 
desire, my clitty throbbing and burning as I impaled myself again and 
again on that rubber prick.
    I leaned forward, mashing my breasts harder against the plastic man,
tilting my bottom upwards as I humped repeatedly and ground my crotch
forward. A hard blast of heat stuck me to the core of my being as 
someone slashed their switch against my buttocks.
    I cried out in pain, thrown forward hard, my breasts flattening and
squashing against the plastic man's chest. My mind was boiling with lust
that was white hot in its intensity. I rode up and down that fat dildo
with my mouth open, gurgling and grunting and panting maniacally, giving 
a cry of either pain or pleasure whenever the switch lashed my buttocks 
or my back.
    The whole scene was so charged with sexual electricity and 
eroticism for me. I couldn't control myself. I closed my eyes, 
shuddering as the two of them whipped me together, their switches 
criss-crossing my body as I bounced in the plastic man's lap.
    I felt the cum floating up around me and moving in, towering above 
and falling, enveloping me in its soft grip. Then it exploded, tearing 
open the universe and throwing me into the gaping maw of a bright, black
sucking tornado of violent sexual energy.
    I felt as if my long, loose hair was rising up around me from the
crackling electrical energy that surrounded me. My back arched violently.
    My legs kicked out and I sat fully on the plastic man's lap.
    My arms gripped him tightly against myself as I rocked back and 
forth, gurgling in ecstatic bliss, fireflies dancing before my eyes as 
the orgasm expanded, rose to form a nova around me. I lost all my 
awareness of what was happening around me as I let it rip through my 
shuddering body, overloading my nervous system and tearing my 
consciousness from my quaking body.


extract 2

    Carol pulled me back off the desk and had me kneel in front of her, 
sitting on my heels.
    "Keep your back straight, slave," she ordered, glaring.
    "Yes, Mistress," I gulped.
    She took off her clothes, doing it slowly, teasingly. She had large 
round breasts with big brown nipples and a tiny waist. She removed her 
panties and I saw her small brown bush, which she'd shaved into a heart 
shape. She moved forward, standing directly in front of me.
    "Lick me, slave," she ordered, her hand gripping my thick hair 
tightly and jerking upwards. I rose on my knees, bringing my face level 
with her pussy. I stared at it for a moment as she spread her legs and 
stroked her hands through my hair.
    Then I licked my lips and bent forward, sliding my tongue against 
her slit. I ran my tongue up and down her slit with a light touch at 
first, tasting her sweet scent. She was very wet, so I guess she'd 
really got off on switching my bottom.
    I pushed my tongue harder, forcing it in between her pussy lips and
scooping her pussy milk out as I ran it up and down her cleft. Her hands
twisted and pulled at my hair, but not really painfully. She pulled my
face into her pussy, mashing her groin over me, then easing back so I
could work on her slit again.
    I pushed my tongue in as deep as I could, pumping it in and out 
several times, then ran it up to her clit and flicked it back and forth 
across the little fuck button.
    "Ahhhhh... Fuckkkk!" she sighed. "Lick it slave girl! Lick my clit!"
She ground her crotch into my face again, her head rolling slowly as I
ate out her sex. I rasped my tongue back and forth across her clitty as 
she humped into me. She whined and panted and groaned in happiness as 
she cupped my ears and worked herself on my tongue.
    I pushed my nose into her slit and rubbed it hard against her slit, 
then stuffed my tongue up into her and sucked out another wave of pussy 
milk. She was really hot but so was I. I still had that buzzing vibrator 
inside my pussy, since the chain down between my pussy lips wouldn't let 
it slide out, and this whole scene was super exciting. I was really 
getting off just on being on my knees like this with my hands behind me. 
Even if the vibrator hadn't been there my pussy would have been 
drooling. With it up inside me I was humping my sex in and out in 
helpless pleasure, almost ready to cum myself.
    I was trying to hold back my cum until I made Carol cum. I knew I'd 
be good for nothing once I blew. I pushed my tongue against her clit 
even harder, frantically running it up and down her slit, concentrating 
on bsp; At last we both stopped shaking. I eased back onto my heels, 
exhausted.
    Carol groaned and stumbled to the desk, holding herself up as she 
rubbed her pussy and grinned down at me.
    "A natural," she said.

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From the ebook: Sorority Sex Slave, by Argus
Argus books have been published by Virgin Nexus, Silver Moon, Star, 
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