Sororities: Sigma Epsilon Xi: Humiliation and Punishment

At one minute after midnight David Keel reassembled his fraternity in the common room. The lean excited faces of the underclassmen seemed unusually young as Keel contemplated what he was about to do. The pretty little sophomore girl had been abandoned by her sisters. It was just a damn party, a little bit of sex. And instead, those self righteous bitches were more than happy to let one of their little sex toys take a beating for them.

David knew that the poor girl was in for a rough time. Not a single boy here, except for a few of the newest pledges had not found himself bound, tortured, teased, and hurt by one of the Sigma Epsilon Xi girls. He himself had spent hours in discomfort as Kristen, and her mistresses Tami and Calli had milked his cock over and over, until his shaft looked like raw meat.

He knew that a lot of the boys would look upon this opportunity to get some of it back. He still had to be careful. No permanent damage could be inflicted upon her. Nothing to freak out the University. She had to be able to walk out on Sunday evening. But he knew that his boys were inventive. It was going to be a rough day for the young lady.

She seemed to know that she had been abandoned. She accepted it with grace and David almost hoped she would recant her allegiance to Sigma Epsilon Xi and just ask to be let go. He stepped over to her and tapped her on the shoulder.

"It's after midnight. They've abandoned you. Give up the sorority and we let you walk." He said softly.

Sam shook her head. "Or I could tell you to go ahead and call the police, tell them what you've threatened to do."

Keel frowned. "You won't. Besides they won't believe you. You're dressed like a cross between a whore and a thief. Our paddle is obviously missing, and you'd bring down a lot of unwelcome attention on your friends." He grinned suddenly. "Not to mention the fun time you'd explaining your little sex toy when some police officer does a body cavity search."

Sam just stared at him.

"You won't give the sorority up?" He asked.

Sam shook her head.

David Keel sighed and lifted his hands. In a loud voice he called out. "Strip her boys. I don't care about the condition of her clothes."

Suddenly Samantha found herself surrounded by males, strong hands reaching out to her. She decided passive resistance would be the best and went limp, allowing them to pick her up. She felt the spandex being peeled from her body, her shoes tossed in the corner as bare skin was revealed quickly and efficiently. It took only minutes for the fraternity to have her stark naked, her lycra outfit heaped on top of her shoes, in the middle of the room.

Samantha stood there resolute, her mouth a tight line as she felt the hungry eyes of over twenty men. She was pushed roughly toward the coffee table, then spun and shoved backward, a few hands lowering her to the smooth wooden surface.

"All underclassmen to the coffee table." David Keel ordered.

Samantha looked up to see the still pimply faces of eighteen and nineteen year old boys, their eyes excited. She felt hands spreading her legs and she closed her eyes as her wrists and ankles were grasped, pulling her limbs apart so she lay spread eagled on the table. Rough fingers began touching her, stroking her entire body, echoing the breakfast feast of the morning, but with a stronger and more masculine touch. Sam moaned as thumb and forefingers found her nipples, pinching hard. Even her clit was squeezed as the first shoots of pain radiated through her body.

Someone's fingers dipped into her sopping sex and she gasped as the vibrating egg was pulled. There was raucous laughter as they gawked and she heard one voice comment "she IS a slut!"

The egg was replaced with fingers, almost an entire fist and she found her hips bucking involuntarily as a full fist was inserted into her sex, pumping madly, the long thick digits wiggling like worms. Mouths latched on to her breasts and she felt the sucking and swirl of tongues and lips. She groaned again but suddenly her mouth was full of something hard and long and she realized that she was sucking on someone's cock. She arched her head back and slurped on the offered rod until it erupted in her mouth, spilling cum all over her face.

Her heels thumped the table as one fist was removed in favor of another and she cried out as the first wave of orgasm hit her. They kept it up too, switching out fingers and mouths and cocks for over thirty minutes so that she never spent longer than thirty seconds without a cock between her lips, a fist deep in her sex, and two boys sucking on her breasts like straws.

On her fourth orgasm they stopped, the huge intruders in her body leaving her almost as suddenly as they had penetrated. She lay immobile, unrestrained, but unmoving as the underclassmen stepped back at David Keel's order. Samantha didn't even respond as the ropes were tied around each wrist and ankle, looping under the coffee table to keep her spread open. David Keel approached once more.

"Recant the sorority and I will spare you what's coming." He said.

Sam opened her eyes and looked up at him. "Just do it. I can take anything you have to give."

Keel rolled his eyes and shook his head. With a turn he nodded at several of the upperclassmen who immediately approached the bound girl. Surrounded by the stilly pimply faces of the underclassmen, the older boys immediately began inflicting the harsher torments promised. One senior held a bottle of frozen water that had been retrieved from the freezer while still two other each held large wax candles, already lit and ready.

Samantha suddenly had thoughts of her trial by fire and ice and realized that inadvertently she was about to repeat it. The frozen water bottle was roughly rammed into her, not with the delicate smooth edges the frozen dildo she had experienced at the sorority house. She screamed out loud as the frozen cold seared her sex and then screamed again as hot wax dripped down upon her breasts, long pours that seemed not only to coat her nipples, but drip far down her body before solidifying. Her breathing came in ragged gasps, her hips trembling as the ice bottle was rammed in and out Her back arched as she came again, still tormented, still tortured, as the boys took turns in peeling the wax off her body and burning her again.

The scent of the candles filled the room as they worked her, finally tossing the water bottle to the side, its interior sloshing. Her swollen pink sex was cold to the touch and it didn't take much imagination for one of the boys to hold a candle over her clit. Sam grit her teeth as she tried to prepare herself for the splattering heat, but opened her mouth in an intense cry as the scorching wax encased her clit in a syrupy heat. Rivulets of paraffin slipped down the puffy folds of her sex all the way to her bottom, and the fat blistering drops splattered on her labia, creating a white bikini bottom to match her already sheathed breasts.

David Keel watched from the wall as his closest circle abused the poor girl. Already, her cries had filled the fraternity house. One of the underclassmen had gotten out his video camera and was recording the whole thing for posterity, especially the absolute willingness of this lithe brunette who was accepting her punishment and torture like no girl imaginable. He glanced down at his watch, finally realizing that Tami Cohen was going to let this girl be tortured for the rest of the weekend, and he shook his head.

Stepping forward, he unbuckled his belt, pulling out the thin leather strap. It was an old brown cowhide, and supple. He moved closer to the boys applying the wax and motioned them away. Slowly, they backed off, leaving the sobbing, writhing girl to their president. He knelt down at the head of the table and stroked the poor girl's hair, letting her regain her composure.

"What's your name?" He asked softly, wanting to know it.

Sam grit her teeth. "Fuck off" She hissed, her body aching in ways she hadn't experienced.

David Keel frowned again. "For a girl whose about to be whipped, you sure don't have the right attitude." He leaned over and she felt his breath in her ear. "I want to know you're name and you're going to tell me."

Once more Samantha shook her head. "No way."

David Keel shrugged. "You will. It's whipping time now. All you have to do to make it stop is say your name." He stood and double looped his belt.

The first swing was aimed at Samantha's wax sheathed breasts, but was relatively light, only cracking the wax. Sam winced, but not from the belt, but from the expectation. It landed lightly across her bosom and she sneered at Keel.

"Is that the best you can do?"

Keel's face hardened and he swung the belt hard, repeating his first swing across her breasts. Sam's face clouded and her body fought the bindings as the thick leather strap smacked into her bosom hard. Wax chips went flying like safety glass, and the bright pink skin of her still inflamed breasts was exposed in a long two inch strip across both soft mounds. Her nipples were flat, dark discs, despite the stinging lash and Samantha let out a crying squeal, her eyes watering.

"The next one will be on your pussy if you don't tell me your name." Keel said. He moved around to the head of the coffee table, almost straddling Samantha's head. She looked up at him through his legs, noticing the large bulge in his pants. She shook her head and he swung fast and hard before she could even finish resisting him.

The belt landed with a sharp crack and it curled down between her legs. The wax over her clit and slit cracked and exploded, looking as if it were being flayed from her body. Samantha screamed as the pain radiated upward but never saw the second blow coming as Keel repeated his swing, managing to clear the wet swollen sex of all but tiny remnants of paraffin.

Samantha was sobbing and Keel halted for a moment. He stepped away, speaking softly to one of his lieutenants who hurried away. Once more he approached the table, kneeling down along Samantha's side, reaching up to carefully peel splashes of wax from her stomach and sides.

"You can tell me your name. There's no rule against it." He said as Samantha chest heaved. His fingers lightly stroked her, moving down to her clit. She hissed as his fingertips touched her and he parted the fleshy petals. To his surprise, she was wet, almost soaked, and he shook his head. He pushed his finger in deep and Sam moaned, her hips twisting.

Keel's lieutenant dropped a large duffle bag on the floor next to David and he pulled his finger out of the squirming girl and opened it. The first thing to come out was two small plastic nodules, about the size of his thumb, both attached to a small battery pack and control. With a strange gentleness, he pushed both nodules into Sam's sex, causing the girl to wince, but relax has both baubles slipped in deep.

He turned the control and Sam let out a tiny whimper. Once more, the hungry vibrations of sex had entered her life. These toys felt different from the vibrating egg, smaller, less filling, but doubly maddening as the sensation intensified from their touching each other inside her. She could almost hear the rattling sound they made as their hard plastic sides jumbled together.

David tucked the control wire down between her legs, pushing the battery pack under the table. He gave Samantha a little pat and the stood up again. With nary a word, he swirled his belt around once and let the leather strap smack once more into Sam's breasts. This time the reaction was different. Not the blood curdling cry, but the wet whimper of a girl whose mind can no longer tell the difference between pleasure and pain came from her lips. Wax flakes chipped and exposed the entirety of her hot pink breasts. David Keel swung again, this time letting the tip snap hard against her nipple.

When he looked again, her hips were thrusting and the lashed nub had risen, standing pert under his leather. He swung again, managing to catch the left nipple as well, realizing that his beating was only arousing the young girl. He moved back to the head of the coffee table and whipped his belt down between her legs, smacking her with a hot and heavy blow that would have sent a man to his knees.

Samantha's eyes widened and she yelled loudly as the wet smacking sound filled the room. Her body flushed with pain that seemed to explode upward from her pussy. Her toes curled and she yanked hard on the ropes binding her open. Her sex felt as if it were on fire, the deep ache going all the way in. But there was a secondary heat and she let out an involuntary moan as she felt her orgasm replace the fiery sting of Keel's belt.

Keel couldn't believe it. He had just landed a perfect swing, right on the exposed swollen clit of this girl who couldn't even close her legs, and she was enjoying it. He shook his head and stepped back. With a determined look he nodded to his lieutenant. A sharp word and four of the upperclassmen were removing their belts. They stepped forward, surrounding the coffee table, effectively blocking the view so well that the freshman boy videotaping grabbed a chair and stood on it, looking down.

The belts began swinging in no recognizable pattern, landing with a variety of thuds and cracks. Samantha's voice began to fail as he let loose tiny cries and harsh screams, depending all on where the tips of the various belts landed. In moments, not a shred of wax remained on her body, and her alabaster skin, which had already turned pink from the hot wax, shimmered to red. Angry thin stripes welted her abdomen and breasts, encircling her sides. Even her thighs were strapped, all the way down to her knees.

One boy in particular seemed to make every strike land directly on her slit, beating the poor girl's sex until Sam seemed lost in a pain induced haze. The tip of his belt became sodden with her juices and each repetitive slap sounded wet. But through it all, no matter what sound emanated from Samantha, nothing resembled a name.

It was Keel who brought a halt to the whipping. Her body was crimson and pink, flushed and hot to the touch. Her head lolled to the side and the petals of her sex were inflamed and swollen. Her nipples, still hard, were huge, and her breasts looked more like a pair of hot pink pillows, than a young girl's creamy white mounds.

Keel ordered them to untie her, letting her limbs free. He glanced down at his watch and noticed that it was well past two in the morning. Her body was limp as they freed her and Keel stepped forward. With a quick grip he picked her up, cradling her in his arms.

David Keel was big man, almost six four, and he was one of the better swimmers on the University swim team. His strong arms enfolded Samantha and carried her upstairs. The fraternity kept a guest room for visiting alumni, and he carried her to the king sized bed, slowly lowering her to the down comforter. One of his lieutenants brought a cup of water and he held it to her lips, letting her sip it slowly.

It took almost twenty minutes before Sam responded, exhausted and hurt, but nodding at Keel in thanks. He pampered her, letting her recover. Finally he rolled her over onto her stomach. Sam hissed in pain as her beaten breasts touched the mattress, but David Keel's fingers on her aching shoulders took any thoughts of objection away.

Keel brought out a small bottle of oil and began working it into her skin. Her back was perfect. Only a few small dark freckles here and there. He slipped his fingers over her bottom, feeling the soft and firm globes. He oiled her crack, the poor girl to tired to even resist until he moved low enough to touch the base of her slit.

He rubbed her until he heard the soft sigh of her slipping into sleep. He lifted his hands and undid the button of his jeans, letting the blue denim drop. His boxers followed next and he grasped his hard cock. He grabbed a condom and slipped it over his shaft. Oiling it, he rubbed himself while standing over the naked girl until he glistened. It took only a moment to kneel on the bed, straddling her, carefully positioning his cock at the entrance of her sex.

She awoke just as it penetrated, reawakening painful spots and she bucked, trying to force him out and off her. His heavy weight prevented it and Samantha was too fatigued to fight long. Eventually she stopped moving, just laying there, letting him fuck her until she felt him shudder inside her.

There was that almost agonizing moment when he pulled out and she half rolled to watch him, only to see a video camera in her face. She blushed scarlet and rolled back down to hide herself when she felt the weight on the bed return. A hard cock filled the crack of her ass, slipping up and down through the wetness until it drove in to her sex. She gasped as it filled her. She blinked, trying to figure out how Keel could have gotten so hard again so fast, when she saw the fraternity president standing by the wall. Sam realized that it was the lieutenant who straddled her, bouncing on her ass. The lieutenant's hard cock went back and forth and Sam gritted her teeth until she felt the slight tremor and shuddering that signified male orgasm. She looked over her shoulder, ignoring the camera and saw a long line at the door, stiff condom covered cocks.

She closed her eyes and began crying as a new weight straddled her. Oil and her own juices coated her and she felt the hard cock push. Suddenly she yelped, arching her back and pulling forward as the huge cock behind her pushed into her ass. She screamed as it went in, ramming into her like a piston in a tight well. Sobbing, she stopped fighting, her body thrumming as she was anally violated.

David Keel stepped forward and leaned down as she felt the pounding. "I'll leave you to it then. There are twenty five of us. I imagine several will be in for seconds. Good luck." He patted Samantha on the head and left the room.

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