Chapter 13
One can imagine Elaine Horton's mounting suspense as one by one, her five companions had been summoned forth to their initiation ordeal until at last she found herself completely alone in the dark closet, blindfolded with her wrists tied with a towel behind her back. So that when the door opened and Bella Carter reached out and took ahold of her, she uttered a faint cry of alarm: "Ohh-what-what is it?"
"It's your time, baby doll," the coppery-haired junior smirked, "we've been saving everything for you. The other pledges are taken care of, and now you're really going to get it. I don't think our darling vice president Bev Wilson likes your guts one little bit. Too bad for you, honey. Personally, I think you're a nice kid, and you've sure got a shape, but it's none of my business. Come along now!"
"Please-can-can you tell me what to prepare myself for?" Elaine quavered.
"Don't be stupid, frosh! Why give the show away? The only thing I will tip you off on, though, is that your hind end is sure going to be awfully hot before the night's over. Now no more talk and don't forget you're to kneel down and answer all the questions with a nice polite and humble 'Yes, Madame President.' Got that?"
The blindfolded pledge trembled as she heard the buzz of voices the moment she entered the basement recreation room, and knew that she was at last at the moment of the painful hazing which she felt sure that vindictive Beverly Wilson had planned for her. Made to advance by herself halfway down the double line of paddlers, she was halted by Marge Trenton, ordered to kneel, and asked the ritualistic questions which all the other pledges had had to answer. To these she gave affirmative meek replies, but inwardly her spirited young nature was seething with indignation. She knew now that her mother had obviously known nothing of what Delta Gamma Phi was today, perhaps remembering only in a very romanticized version her own happier collegiate days. Because she was certain that all the vicious undercurrents of sex behind closed doors and girls together with girls-which some of the sorority sisters had openly talked about in her very presence and at times when they had visited her "Big Sister's" room-couldn't possibly have taken place in those earlier days.
Bella Carter lifted her to her feet, taking her by an earlobe, at an angry gesture from the vice president, and marched her to the tub of worms. Her feet bared, she was ordered to step onto the tub, which she did promptly. But as she rather guessed that they weren't real worms, she gave the eager and sadistic sorority girls no pleasure whatsoever in her passive acceptance of what she had been told to do. Then, as she was ordered to unfasten her own middy blouse and take it off and drop it on the floor, so that she was naked except for her bloomers, she did so with a sort of proud defiance, tilting back her head and thrusting out the magnificent gourds of her milky-sheened titties.
"You seem to be such a showoff, Horton," Beverly Wilson now spoke up with a sarcastic drawl to her voice, "that we're going to let you take your bloomers completely off. You're going to be the star in this little show, Horton. Take them off and let's see all you've got!"
Elaine Horton hesitated, clenching her fists in an instinctive reflex of revolt. But wisdom told her that to defy all these girls would be dangerous and that she could ruin her chances for acceptance. She had endured a great deal so far, and it would all be wasted if she were blackballed now. So, her cheeks flaming, lowering her head, she began to unfasten the bloomers and tug them down. As the thick dark tufts of pussyhair came into view, and the dimpled milky belly and the lovely rounded thighs, murmurs of admiration rose from the eager witnesses who stood in the two paddle lines and brandished their implements impatiently. Here was one of the most delectable behinds ever to be offered up to their spanking hands.
"You'd make a good stripteaser," Beverly Wilson again lashed her pledge with the whip of verbal contempt. "Well, we're going to make you do a very sexy dance. Get down on all fours and start crawling. And keep that big bottom of yours nicely up. I told you what was going to happen if you acted snotty to me, and you have ever since the semester began. Maybe I purposely held back from taking you over my lap the way you ought to have been done with a couple of times, because I knew we could catch up with you tonight. You're going through the mill backwards and forwards. And if we don't like your attitude then, Horton, you'll go through again. Now start crawling!"
Elaine Horton sank down slowly to all fours, took a deep breath, and compressed her lips and clenched her teeth. She was determined to endure the shamefully unjust ordeal without flinching. But when the first two paddles smacked angrily against the upper summits of her behind, both at the same time and leaving bright pink oval splotches on the pure milky epidermis, she uttered a groan and tried to scramble forward. It was true that she wasn't hampered by a pair of tugged-down bloomers, the way the other five pledges had been. But the girls were waiting for her, and because she was blindfolded, she couldn't dodge them successfully. Even as she quickened her gait through the paddle line, the smacks rang out crisply and angrily, and her sobs and groans were interspersed with the characteristically sonorous Smack! Thwack-Whack-Smackkk! of pinewood applicators making burning impact with girlish bare bottom flesh.
Marge and Beverly were at the very end of that line and each of them delivered a last resounding swat which covered an entire buttock as Elaine Horton, sobbing uncontrollably, finally scram bled past them. She uttered a piercing cry, straightened up and clapped her hands behind her and began to rub her furiously crimsoned rear end.
"Turn around now and go back," Beverly angrily commanded.
"All r-right-but please-ohhhh-give me a m-minute to rest, please," she heard herself tearfully faltering.
"No soap, Horton!" her tormentress gloatingly countered. "If you don't start going now, Madge and I will tie you down over a spanking stool and let each one of the girls including ourselves take three good swats at your big backside. That'll be a hundred and twenty-six spanks more. Of course, it'll save wear and tear on your knees, I'll give you that much. Well, what's your choice?"
Poor Elaine Horton turned around, still blindfolded, breathing quickly, tears streaking her flushed cheeks. Then, taking another deep shuddering breath, she began to scramble back whence she had come. Beverly and Madge, reaching out in backhanded style as if they were swatting a tennis ball by running backwards on their courts, promptly started her off with energetic spanks, each paddle's oval-shaped end biting wickedly over the ripest curve of her bottom cheek. Elaine Horton couldn't suppress a woeful cry which was torn from her, and she seemed to be propelled forward with a frantic scrambling pace which made all the girls giggle and jeer and call out ribald comments. Each of the girls in both facing lines applied the same sort of backhanded swat as her flaming angrily swollen bottom squirmingly moved forward beyond them. Her knees were chafed, she was losing her breath, and once she fell flat as a particularly wicked pair of swats crashed against the base of her burning, throbbing, pain-wracked posterior. A few stinging smacks over her upper thighs and bare seat made her scramble to her all-fours pose again amid new jeers and taunts, as she moved onward, swaying, unsteadily, exhausted, her body tortured by the furious heat that seemed to scorch her bottom and which had already painted it a blazing brick-red.
At last she reached the end of the line, and sprawled forward on her belly, rubbing her bottom feverishly and weeping uncontrollably. Beverly Wilson smiled with gloating satisfaction as she moved between the two lines towards the conquered naked brownette. "Now come along, Horton, we have a special treat for you. Don't worry about your bottom, we've worked something out that will make you forget it in short order! On your feet, unless you want to go through the mill again two more times!"
Elaine Horton staggered to her feet, sobbing heavily. Beverly Wilson gripped the girl's bound wrists with her left hand and urged Elaine out of the recreation room and on up the stairs and thence to the room of Mrs. Noreen Grange. For she and Madge Trenton had come to a tacit understanding just before the initiation. When Madge had intimated that the house-mother would be only too happy to help Beverly's resolve to take Elaine Horton down a couple of pegs, the vice president had listened and then enthusiastically approved of the plan.
But Beverly Wilson had her own reasons for being so cordial to her rival all of a sudden. She would just remember what was going to happened, and if ever Madge got a little too uppity, an anonymous letter could always be sent to the Dean of Women denouncing both Madge and Mrs. Grange. In the meantime, she wouldn't mind at all seeing that bitch Horton get hers. This was really going to be good.
She led the still blindfolded and still stark naked brownette up the stairs and down the hallway to Noreen Grange's private room, knocked at the door, and was admitted by Noreen herself. The house-mother had put on a man's suit coat and a shirt and bow tie, but her loins were naked and around them was strapped a massive flesh-colored dildo. She had arranged her sandy-colored hair in an extremely mannish bob, because tonight she was going to play the role of male.
"Here we are, Grange, all ready for you," Beverly Wilson exclaimed. "Get in there, Horton. She's just gone through the mill twice, Grange, so she's really hot, aren't you, Horton dear?"
Elaine Horton uttered a stifled tearful cry: "Who-who's in here? Oh, what are you going to do to me now? Haven't you done enough already?"
"That's gratitude for you," Beverly Wilson feigned a sigh of disappointment. "Here we get this little bitch all nice and hot so that she'll want to be loved up and forget that sore heinie of hers, and she has to know who it is. Look, frosh, you can't be choosy, not your first year in Northeastern, you'll take what you get, but we've really picked a stud for you. Help me get her on the bed, Grange."
Noreen Grange's eyes were glistening with lust, and her lips were wet and quivering. She seized one of Elaine's wrists while Beverly Wilson seized the other and the two women dragged the now really frightened freshman pledge to Noreen's mammoth double bed.
Everything was in readiness. Four sets of cords had been laid out, two at the head of the bed and two at the foot. They flung her down on her back, and Noreen, kneeling up, seized Elaine's right wrist, grabbed and made it fast round the slim wrist and then tied the other end to one of the posts at the head of the bed while Beverly Wilson was busy with Elaine's left ankle.
"Why are you tying me? Oh my God, what are you going to do to me? Stop it, I want to know who's in here with me! You said Grange-that's Mrs. Grange, isn't it? Oh please, you're the housemother, don't let them hurt me anymore!"
"Oh no it's not the house-mother, you-know-it-all snotty little bitch," Beverly Wilson sneered as she completed the fettering of Elaine's other ankle. "Noreen has a brother, or didn't you know that? No, I guess maybe you didn't. Grange, why don't you show our little doubting Thomasina that you're a boy and not a girl?"
"I'll be glad to," Noreen Grange affected a hoarse voice and Elaine Horton uttered a shriek of absolute consternation and shame: "Oh dear God-oh no-you can't do this, you can't! I'm a v-v-virgin! I'll tell the Dean, I swear I will! Untie me and let me go, or I'll go over and tell her right now!"
"You're really funny, you're a real card, Horton," Beverly Wilson began to doff her red silk gown and the mortarboard and stood naked in all her svelte brunette loveliness. Then she knelt up on the bed and began to pinch Elaine's calves and ankles. "Go ahead, wriggle that sore tail of yours all you like. Grange here is going to give you something else to feel in front in just a minute. Show her, lover!"
The house-mother, wearing the massive artificial prick, was crouching down on her knees between Elaine's straddled thighs. Planting her palms on either side of Elaine's feverishly squirming naked hips, she arched herself forward and the tip of the prick prodded the dark brown love curls of Elaine Horton's virgin cunthole.
"Ohhhh, noooo!!! For God's sake, don't do that to me, I'm a virgin, don't do it to me! You've got no right. You can't initiate anybody and do a terrible thing like this, please! Ohhh-noooo!!!" Elaine shrieked as she tried to jerk at her bound wrists, to kick her legs, but found herself helplessly spread-eagled and straddled to her fate.
"Well now, our uppity little virgin freshman pledge isn't exactly as pure as she pretends," Beverly Wilson sneered. "She knows what a prick is like, Grange. Let her feel it now. Well, Horton, when we get through with you we're going to take movies of it and if you go to see the Dean, you'll find yourself in a real pickle of trouble. Nobody's going to take your word, not when we show them how you screw with boys and think you can get away with it. I'll cook your goose for you if it's the last thing I do. Now go ahead and take that cherry, that is, if the little bitch has really got one!"
"Oh please don't-oh Mr. Grange, for God's sake, surely your sister doesn't know you're here in the sorority house-oh don't do it to me, please, I beg of you-oh no-it hurts-oh take it out of me-aiii-eowwwooouuuaaahrrr!!! Oh pleaasseee!!!
Elaine Horton's voice rose to a frenzied high pitched shriek as the house-mother crammed the dildo home, breaking through the hymeneal seal and hilting the artificial prick into the captive's distended cunthole. Elaine raised her head, sweat oozing down her thighs, her fingers clawing the air, and digging into her palms, as she tried to wriggle herself away from that probing harpoon which had profaned the sanctity of her maidenhead.
"Now go ahead and fuck her all you want, Grange," Beverly Wilson said huskily as she began to frig her pussy. "And I'm going to have Horton gam me, and then when you get done with her, Grange lover, I'll take her back through the mill again!"
With this she clambered onto the bed and, kneeling astride Elaine's tortured and blindfolded face, lowered her black muff of cunthair till it brushed the victim's trembling, panting mouth. "I said to gam me, Horton," she hissed. "If you don't, they'll take the skin off your ass downstairs. Do what I tell you to!"
She reached down and grasped Elaine's palpitating nipples with thumbs and fingers and gave them a cruel tweak. Elaine shrieked again in pain, writhing and squirming in her torment. Then Noreen Grange, her eyes glittering with lust, had slid her left hand under the belt which gusseted her and encircled her waist to fix the artificial cock snugly up against her, so as to resemble the actual weapon of the male in action. She began to frig her pussy as she now added to poor Elaine's torment by putting her right thumb and finger against Elaine's inner thighs, her belly or the side of one rounded luscious hip, or even slipping her right hand under the inflamed and still furiously hot naked bottom to pinch insidiously.
Under such torment, not even the most heroic girl could hold out long, and poor Elaine at last succumbed to end this multiple torture. Weeping bitterly, she at last pressed her trembling mouth against Beverly Wilson's cunthole, and the vice president of the sorority began to rub her muff feverishly back and forth over her pledge's mouth, instructing the victim with salacious directives: "Suck it good-mmm-that's nice-now stick your tongue all the way in-now see if you can find my little button-that's my clittie, Horton, and if you're a good sweet bitch, I'll have Grange play with yours and really make you gush your cream! Ahhh, more to the center, that's it, now rub your tongue all over the outside of my hole ... now go back to my clittie. Ohh, that's lovely-and now you can just kiss and suck and tongue me till I come while you get you're good fucking, you little snot nose!"
Noreen Grange by this time was wildly excited, thanks to her own self-frigging maneuver. She enjoyed pinching the sweating, sobbing, naked girl and most of all she enjoyed digging the dildo back and forth. Elaine Horton moaned and wept and pleaded for mercy, but Beverly only reached down again to her tender nipples and pinched them brutally, hissing, "I didn't tell you to stop gamming me yet, so get back to work or I'll pull them off!!"
And thus, abandoning herself, the virginal freshman who had joined this sorority only out of her mother's urging, found herself compelled to yield to two indomitable Lesbians, still believing that the one who was fucking her was in reality the "brother" of Mrs. Noreen Grange, house-mother to the exclusive sorority of Delta Gamma Phi....
In other guestrooms of the big sorority house, the five other initiates were being tutelaged in pussy rubbing and in gamming. Lucy Daniels and Lorna Yerkes were compelled first of all to submit to their own "Big Sisters" Trude Jordan and Madge Trenton herself. Several of the sorority sisters had followed Trude and Madge into their rooms to watch the fun and to participate in it as well. The tearful naked Lucy Daniels was ordered to stretch out over plump flaxen-haired Trude and do sixty-nine with her while several of the girls watched excitedly. And when she had satisfied Trude, she was compelled to take on four other girls in the same posture, while those who awaited their turn amused themselves by spanking and pinching her already livid, swollen naked ass.
Lorna had to kneel between Madge Trenton's straddled thighs, and while the sorority president stood with hands on hips looking down on the scarlet-faced (and equally red-bottomed) girl, poor Lorna licked and sucked and kissed pussy till at last the autocratic dominatress was drawn to come.
Margie Stanwyk too had first to service her "Big Sister" Jane Allen, and then a number of others who coveted the olive-satiny loveliness of her bare body and wanted to feel her nimble pink tongue slush into their itching quims.
Only Eleanor Montrose gave herself with the joy of a true masochist to coppery-haired Bella Carter. For her fiery, still painfully throbbing bottom roused in her the most servile humility and conquered passion. Though blushing scarlet to see other sorority girls enter the room and watch her mount Bella and begin to pussy rub while French-kissing her "Big Sister," she soon found in Bella's reciprocal embrace the fulfillment of all her cunny-needs, and a soothing of her well-paddled bottom thereby.
With Dorothy Purcell, even more a masochist than Eleanor, it was sheer heaven. Brenda, greatly pleased with the girl's compliance to her initiation, told her she might ask a favor, and Dorothy blushingly whispered, "Oh please, put on that thing and f-fuck me, dear Madame Treasurer!"
Dorothy got her wish. Half a dozen girls watched, panting, fondling one another, exchanging Lesbian kisses, as they stared entranced at Brenda's bed on which Dorothy lay, her knees drawn up to her titties, gripping her kne ehollows, while Brenda, an artificial dildo strapped to her loins, foraged deeply into her eager, moist young cunt. The other girls wanted to try it too, and Dorothy had to yield.
The orgy lasted almost till dawn, when at last the satiated girls called a halt and at last released their victims.
Elaine Horton was freed but not allowed to remove her blindfold, for her hands were immediately tied behind her back and Beverly Wilson led her out of Noreen Grange's chambers back to her own room where, under penalty of going through the mill again and then having to submit to at least half a dozen girls in pussy rubbing fashion, the shamed and degraded and suffering young freshman was forced to clamber on top Beverly's svelte body and pussy rub until the dominatress at last tasted the hot pleasure of a girl-creaming.