Chapter 11
It was the third Friday in October and it was the beginning of "Hell Week' at Delta Gamma Phi. In the month that had gone by, and despite the rule laid down by Beverly and Madge that no freshman pledge was to be drawn into any sexual relationship until the official opening of initiation ceremonies, several of the most powerful and influential sorority sisters had already cemented their illicit liaisons with the helpless, dominated freshman girls. Lucy Daniels was still the bedbitch of domineering Trude Jordan and Dorothy Purcell, conversely, was passionately and slavishly in love with the haughty silver-blone treasurer Brenda Torrence.
Elaine Horton, had suffered the paddle two more times from her "Big Sister" Beverly Wilson, but by way of compensation had had two weekend dates with Chuck Warner and found him extremely appealing. Because all pledges were sworn to secrecy on the secret ceremonials and their own maid-slave relationships with their sponsors at Delta Gamma Phi, Elaine had adhered to the code and not told Chuck how Beverly had humiliated her, made her a toady and errand girl and paddled her. The last time had only been three nights before "Hell Week," over a thinly disguised pretext that Elaine hadn't tidied up the vice president's room efficiently enough. And Elaine had had to lower her panties and then bend down to grip her ankles for ten hard swats against her bare behind which had really made her cry. And Beverly had sarcastically reminded her, "If you're that tender, Horton, just wait until you go through the mill. You'd better rub some special salve on that big heinie of yours if you don't want the skin taken off!"
But now everything was in readiness, and whatever hopes and aspirations the six new freshman pledges secretly yearned for were all driven out of their minds as they were led, blindfolded, wrists tied behind their back with towels, into a little closet just off the huge basement recreation room of the sorority house where the initiation ceremonials were to take place.
It was eight-thirty in the evening, and promptly at five, Beverly Wilson had herded all six of them together and had them eat out in the kitchen at the back of the first floor. She had mocked them and added to their suspense with such comments as "Better eat hearty, so you'll have your strength for tonight, girls," and "At the same time, don't over-eat, we'll have something special ready for you on our menu!"
And then, to their individual shame and dismay, she had ordered them to her room to put on special costumes which had to be worn during the initiation. They were old-fashioned middy blouses, with huge flapping collars, even more old-fashioned blue cotton bloomers with very thick elastic waistbands as well as legs with the same sewn-in elastic bands to fit just above their knees, tiny blue bobby socks and sneakers. There would be no bras or panties, panti-girdles or stockings tonight, she had ordained.
Then, locking them in the closet about forty minutes before the initiation was to begin, she gave them a last terrifying reminder: "Any pledge who can't go through with the initiation will at once be blackballed out of Delta Gamma Phi, just you all remember that. And when we blackball a pledge, she has to go through the mill three times just to remind her forever of her shame and cowardice. So if you think you can't do it, just remind yourselves of what three tips through the mill with paddles landing on your bare hind ends will feel like. Well, keep a stiff upper lip and I'll be back for you when we're ready for you all."
Margie Stanwyk, Eleanor Montrose and Lucy Daniels had begun to sniffle fearfully, but Lorna Yerkes bit her lips and seethed inwardly with moody anger over this injustice. Lorna had had several dates with Bud Bradbury, and she knew more than ever before that she was going to be everything to him. She only wished she could be out on a date with him tonight being fucked instead of having to be spanked and humiliated and to wear a silly, childish outfit like this.
Lucy Daniels was sniffling too, thinking of Jack Sturdevant and how much she would need him to console her when this terrible ordeal was over.
Elaine was blushing at the thought of having to be degraded and put through her paces like a puppet and doubtless well paddled to see if she would break down and cry for mercy. She told herself she was going to take everything they could dish out, no matter what.
Of this sextet, only Dorothy Purcell was quivering with sensual, excited anticipation. She couldn't wait until they started paddling her, and she hoped they'd make her pull her bloomers down and get it on the bare tail. Brenda Torrence had taught her how thrilling a good sound thrashing on the bare could be, especially if it was followed by a dildo-fucking or maybe a tickler-frigging. She was just dying to have Brenda gamahuch her, but the haughty silver-blonde treasurer didn't care to submit to a mere pledge so intimately; however, she had often made Dorothy gam her, especially after a good hard spanking with the hairbrush or her gloved hand.
And so, each girl in her own way, according to her own temperament, nervously awaited the fateful moment when she would be sent up before her august peers....
Chuck Warner, Bud Bradbury and Jack Strutevant were fated to meet this evening at Denby's, each of them going his individual way to enjoy an evening snack. Chuck was thinking about Elaine, how in spite of her youth, she appealed more to him, more than many older girls and how he really wanted to screw her. Not only that, he even found himself thinking of marrying her so he could get pussy regularly. He was having a hamburger, that needed more salt. He looked around and the nearest saltcellar he could see was over two counter stools away and a tall, lanky, brown-haired freshman was sitting there pensively sipping a malt and looking out into space.
"Hey, frosh." he called pleasantly, "mind passing the salt along this way?"
"Sure. Here. Nice night, isn't it?"
"Terrific, nice and nippy, but not damp at all. How do you like Northeastern?"
Bud Bradbury grinned likeably. "Terrific. Especially now that I've found myself a cute chick I used to know back in my home town."
"That so? Move over here and let's talk about chicks. I'm in the mood myself. I've got a date with a gal but she won't be able to keep it. Seems as if she's getting initiated tonight."
"That's funny, so is mine," Bud Bradbury confided.
In a few minutes they were talking about Delta Gamma Phi when Jack Sturtevant walked in. He occupied the stool which Bud Bradbury formerly had and he, too, wanted salt. And that was how fate got these three virile young males together on a night that was going to change not only their lives but those of their girl friends....
All forty-two members of Delta Gamma Phi were present for this, the long-awaited night of subjugation and slavery for the six delicious neophytes who would have to endure cruel ordeals of humiliation, pain and degradation before they would be accepted as bonafide members of this selective group. There was a low table at the very end of the room at which Madge Trenton and Beverly Wilson sat, in their official capacities as president and vice president respectively. There was huge president respectively. There was a huge porcelain pan filled with spaghetti for the ancient "worms" trick; a glass punchbowl containing a nauseating concoction consisting of tomato juice, raw oysters, red pepper, stale mayonnaise, some raw gin and at least a dozen raw eggs, some of which were not of the freshest vintage. There was also a cake of ice in a steel tray, and an ice pick beside it. The slivers of ice chipped off could be pressed against a girl's bare titties, when she was blind-folded, with the threat of cutting her with a knife. It was one of the oldest tricks in the sorority book, and never failed to work. The impressionability of a young girl when blindfolded and in scanty attire knowing that she is about to be subjected to "the works," never fails to intensify her emotions and produce the most delightful reactions for the sadistic sorority members. And Delta Gamma Phi girls were even more sadistic than most, as we well know.
Bella Carter was to be sergeant-at-arms for the ceremonies. All of the girls with the exception of the two at the table, wore black silk gowns and the mortarboard hats which one sees at graduation time, and high heeled pumps, Otherwise, they were stark naked. Brenda and Madge wore red robes and red hats, and they too were quiveringly nude under the clinging robes.
But there was actually one other participant tonight, one who was not a member of the sorority but its chaperone: Mrs. Noreen Grange. She had come to Madge Trenton this noon with a perfectly fantastic scheme, that had been so exciting and novel that Madge had at last reluctantly agreed to let the housemother take part. But it would be done at the very conclusion of the ceremonials. And it would be done in such a way that no one could ever discover the identity of Mrs. Noreen Grange. It would be reserved for none other than Elaine Horton, because the housemother had seen the lovely dark, brown-haired freshman and lusted for her. There was something else too; since Elaine was officially the property of Beverly Wilson, her "Big Sister," Madge was only too happy to play a trick on her subordinate who had very often questioned her authority and who had dared try to blackmail her about her own secret, pussy-rubbing affair with Noreen Grange.
Two tall red candles were placed on each end of the table and lit by Trude Jordan to signify the official opening of "Hell Week." What it meant to the Delta Gamma Phi girls was that starting tonight, with the official initiation of the six freshmen pledges, these girls would for an entire seven days and seven nights "get the works," from the most demeaning orders to act as flunkies and errand girls, to frequent paddling, impossible assignments, and finally, all the pussy-rubbing and gamming they could be compelled to perform upon their "Big Sisters" and also any other member of the sorority who had the hots for their particular charms.
And just to make certain that the pledges wouldn't go squealing to the Dean of Women, Madge Trenton had indulged freely in her special hobby, that of being an expert moviemaker. She had some of the finest equipment money could buy, since her family was well heeled, and she had installed a hidden camera in the recreation room which would record visually and sonically all of the proceedings. There would also be Polaroids in some of the guest rooms of the house to which the various pledges would be taken after their initiation to prove their total obedience to their "Big Sisters," and pictures would be taken of these acts of compliance. They would make excellent blackmail weapons should any of the freshman pledges be silly enough to want to tell the authorities what would go on here tonight and for the rest of "Hell Week."
"Let's get things underway, girls. Bella, bring in Eleanor Montrose. She's your protege, isn't she?"
"Yes, Madame President," the coppery-haired junior smilingly replied. "She's a very good girl, somewhat naive, but I think she'll make a good DGP girl."
"We'll see, Bella. Anyway, we've already had your good reports on her so she'll have to prove herself. Bring her in."
"Might I suggest, Madame President, that once through the mill should be enough for Ellie," Bella deferentially suggested.
"I'll take that under advisement," Madge Trenton belligerently snapped. "Now bring her in!"
Thus rebuked, Bella flushed, lowered her eyes and left the basement recreation room. She went to the closet in which the six freshmen pledges had been incarcerated, unlocked the door and called softly," Ellie, they want you first." Then, raising her voice a little, she informed the other girls, "Just be patient. You'll be called up in the order the sisters want you. Come along, Ellie."
Blindfolded Eleanor Montrose, utterly adorable in the old-fashioned middy blouse and bloomers, bobby socks and sneakers, her hands still tied behind her back with the towel and blindfolded with a black silk bandana tightly knotted at the back of her head, groped her way forward while Bella gently reached in to grasp her by the shoulders and draw her out of the dark closet which she promptly closed and locked.
"What-what are they going to do to me, do you know?" the golden-haired freshman nervously quivered, her face anxious, her lips trembling.
"Now don't be afraid, sweetie. It'll be just a good little spanking. It won't be much, I've told them what a good girl you are. And you are, aren't you? When this is over tonight, I'm going to take you upstairs to a special room and make you cream and all that sweet juice in your pussy. So try to be a brave little girl and I'll really love you up good when it's all over. Would you do that for me, Ellie dear?" Her left hand gently and slyly stroked Eleanor Montrose's voluptuous ripe bottom, which the old-fashioned bloomers almost lasciviously shaped out, and Eleanor blushed and gasped, "I-I'll try awfully hard, B-Bella."
"Shhhh, you naughty girl, you," Bella Carter hissed, giving Eleanor's bottom an insidious little pinch which made the pretty blindfolded freshman squeal and squirm. "Don't you dare call me that in front of all the girls, or they'll spank you good and hard. You're supposed to say Madame Big Sister, every time and don't you ever forget it. Now come along, dear."
When Eleanor Montrose was pushed forward by Bella Carter into the huge basement recreation room of the sorority house, a simultaneous gasp of admiration rising from all the waiting girls made the golden-haired pledge stop dead still and begin to tremble in her anxiety of what awaited her. But Bella, her left hand on Eleanor's bound wrists and her other hand against the girl's shoulderblades, whispered, "March forward until you are told to wait, and then do whatever's ordered of you, pledge!"
With this, she gave her protege a little push and Eleanor Montrose stumbled onward, between the facing rows of sorority members in their black gowns, all of them brandishing their oval shaped or rectangular shaped punishment paddles. Their eyes glistened with anticipation, for the blonde pledges bloomers left no doubt whatsoever as to the magnificent opulence of her bound and helplessly blindfolded in this juvenile costume seemed to augment their latent sadism; psychiatrists have long held that women are crueler to one another than men are to women, and perhaps if they had been present at this Delta Gamma Phi initiation, their theories would more than have been justified.
"Halt! Kneel down!" Madge Trenton's arrogant voice rose, and Eleanor Montrose, with a feverish little cry, slowly sank down on her knees and waited, her heart pounding rapidly.
"Pledge Montrose, you are on the threshold of seeking admission by your peers to the most select and discriminatory group on campus. Your Big Sister judges you worthy, but it is for us, your betters now, perhaps your equals later, to pass the final word. First, do you swear that no word of what takes place tonight and for the rest of this week will ever pass you lips outside the boundaries of this house?"
"Y-yes, I do," Eleanor Montrose stammered. Madge Trenton made a sign and Liz Tolson, a lanky, athletic junior with glasses and a pair of big round titties that belied her slender waist and boyish bottom, stepped forward and promptly dealt poor unsuspecting Eleanor Montrose a stinging thwack with her paddle over the plumpest curves of that juicy hind end.
"Oww, oh please don't!" Eleanor squealed, bursting into tears and clapping her hands to the wounded parts, which she began to rub energetically.
"You are to call me Madame President, you lowly frosh!" Madge angrily declared. "Now say it again. Do you swear?"
"Y-yes, M-Madame P-President," the blonde freshman tearfully stammered.
"Very good. And now do you swear to accept courageously and without question whatever ordeal and trial of courage we, your betters now, may put you to?"
Once again the pledge repeated her affirmation.
"Prepare her for the test of facing the unknown." Madge Trenton decreed.
Liz Tolson promptly left her rank, and moving behind the still kneeling girl, untied her wrists and whispered to her to stand up. When this was done, Liz promptly drew off Eleanor's sneakers and socks and then steered her towards the huge pan with its moist spaghetti, which of course would be "live worms" into which she would be obliged to step.
She ordered Eleanor to raise one foot and then advance it and then the other, and so Eleanor Mont rose stepped gingerly into the pan, only to let out a cry, "Ohhhh, what is it? Oh it's all wet and sticky-ugh-please, what is it?"
"Worms!" Liz intoned in a solemn voice that had the members fighting to hide their giggles.
The pledge tried to scramble out, but Liz held her by the waist and hissed, "You have to stay there until the president herself tells you to step out or you're disqualified!"
And thus for two agonizingly long minutes, Eleanor was obliged to stand barefooted in the pan, lifting one foot and then the other and pleading brokenly for mercy, amid the jeers and taunts of the sorority girls. Then Liz helped her step out of the pan and led her stumbling and still sobbing, towards the next ordeal. Two junior girls stepped out of the nearest rank and promptly removed Eleanor's middy blouse. "Don't strip me naked, please don't," Eleanor wailed, trying to cover her titties with her hands. The girls feasted their eyes on the luscious globes, panting and swelling so exuberantly and several of the most determined Lesbians there determined that they would take advantage of "Hell Week" by ordering this golden-haired freshman to their beds as quickly as possible once she had been installed as an accepted member of DGP now.
They held her arms behind her back, and then Madge Trenton called, "Now then, Pledge Montrose, it's time for the test of faith! If we permit you to enter our august ranks, do you swear that not even torture will draw from you our deepest secrets?"
"Oh yes, Madame President," Eleanor Montrose quavered.
"You shall prove your courage. The knife!" Madge called.
Once again Liz Tolson acted as mistress of ceremonies. Stepping over to the block of ice and taking the ice pick, she hacked off a long pointed sliver, examined it and then nodded with satisfaction. This done, she approached Eleanor again, who had begun to breath quickly and nervously, whimpering a little as the silence grew. And then suddenly she felt the cold sliver laid across her left tittie, pressing against her nipple.
"Owweee! Oh take it away, oh don't cut me, don't cut me! I won't tell, I swear I won't! Oh I'm scared, please take that awful knife away!" Her voice rose to a frantic shriek and she jerked and twisted at her captors' grasp.
Finally, she was asked this ritualistic and Lesbian question: "Pledge Montrose, finally, before we put you to the test of endurance, do you swear like all of us, to devote your life at this sorority to pleasing those of your own sex and to holding yourself back from boys simply because they are boys?"
Once again Eleanor Montrose answered in the affirmative. But what she did not know-although Bella Carter had instructed her to say yes to that question-was that it implied that she would henceforth be more interested in pussy-rubbing than in fucking-unless, to be sure, fucking was done with a dildo worn by one of her sweet sisters in this erotic cult.
"Now then, Pledge Montrose," Madge Trenton commanded, "Get on all fours. You are going to crawl forward to the very end of this double line. Failure to complete it will automatically disqualify you. If you don't show sufficient courage you'll be asked to try it once again, and even more, until we are satisfied that you have proved all those attributes which we require of a lowly pledge. Get ready!"
Bella Carter now came forward and took the trembling blindfolded girl by the wrists and led her back to the end of the double line which began almost at the door of the basement recreation room. Madge and Beverly themselves took their places at the very front of the line and waited, facing each other, swinging their paddles and smiling with anticipation, "Now this is going to hurt a little, baby," Bella whispered to her charge, "But don't you fret, Mama'll make it up to you in bed tonight. I promise. I've got to take your bloomers down, honey."
"Oh no-oh please, let me keep them on, I'll be b-brave-but please don't strip me bare!" the half-nude golden-haired freshman whimpered.
"Shhh, baby, they'll get mad at you and make you go through the mill two or three times instead of just once. Now you do what I tell you to. Bow your head and stick your butt up. That's the girl. Now I'll just pull these down."
Suiting action to word, Bella Carter yanked the bloomers down to the tops of Eleanor's luscious ripe young thighs, and a murmur of admiration rose at once as the jutting, full-fleshed resilient soft-sheened rotundities were displayed in all their quivering and apprehensive succulence.
"Start crawling, pledge!" Madge Trenton called.
Eleanor Montrose shivered, drew a deep breath, and then bravely crawled forward. The first two girls instantly swung their paddles, one attacking the right globe, the other the left, and propelling the startled, wailing and practically naked girl (for all she had on now was the rucked-down bloomers which clung about her thighs and hampered her movements), exactly as had been planned so as to prolong the paddling ceremony.
Her wails and tears excited the eager girls, and as she scrambled forward, sobbing and protesting, the Crack-Thwack, Thwack, Smack of the springy implements landing on her bare behind grew more the girls halted her by straddling over her back and clutching her sides with their calves, so that they could get in an extra swat or two.
By the time she reached the end of the line, Eleanor Montrose's naked bottom was vividly inflamed and angrily swollen, and she was crying hysterically and rubbing it like mad.
But they had no rancor for her, and so after a vote, it was decided that her part of the initiation was over. She was led back to another closet and locked in there, with her bloomers completely removed, and thus she was a stark-naked concubine, intended for the lust of her "equals" this night of nights!