Sororities: Sigma Epsilon Xi: The Meeting

Hours later Samantha sat in the lounge area of the Student Union, flip flop clad feet up on the padded seat beside her while her History book lay open before her. Her thick five subject spiral lay propped up against her knees, covered in the scrawling notes from the lecture. There were a few doodles that lay in the margins, but at some point in the lecture she had scratched in the letters S.E.X.

Sam sighed, pulling out the heavy embossed card, opening it once more. Her mind had been in turmoil since History and the whispered derision of her friend Chelly. Chelly had pulled her aside after class and Samantha remembered the conversation clearly.

"Sam, I'm serious. I've heard a few things about that sorority. They're sexual perverts. All sorts of sex games and stuff happen at their house. I've even heard they keep sex slaves." Chelly said, her fingers on Sam's elbow.

"Sex slaves? Come on, Chelly." Sam said, a look of sarcastic disbelief on her face.

"Well...I don't know for sure, but I've heard that they have 'punishment' sessions for poor grades over there; whippings and ice and hot wax."

"Hot Wax?" Sam said suddenly, her throat tightening and her mind flashing back to the previous spring when she had laid bound to a table as two men masturbated her and poured hot wax over her body.

"Yeah! Hot wax! Anyway, I'd rather join a respectable sorority than something like that any day of the week."

Sam could only nod, her mind far away.

Now she couldn't seem to get the idea out of her mind. It was only a quick walk to the dining area of the student union, a single flight of stairs to the food court and only a few minutes before six. She fingered the embossed card a final time, her heart fluttering and her stomach tightening. Finally she stuffed her book and spiral in her backpack, her decision made.

Samantha Mayfield stood and slung her back pack over her shoulder and strolled purposefully down the hall. Mounting the stairs she entered the food court and looked around. The room was only partially full, the food court being more of a lunch time eating establishment for commuting students. Only a quarter of the tables were occupied. Samantha found an empty table in the center of the room and plopped down in a seat to wait.

"Hi, Samantha. Tami asked me to come over and invite you to our table." A soft musical voice said in Sam's ear, startling her. She looked up and saw the blond mane of Kristen, the girl who had given her the card. Her petite frame was well complimented by the lavender halter top and blue denim skirt she wore and for a moment, Sam felt dowdy compared to her. Sam scooped up her backpack and stood.

"Sure. Where is Tami?"

Kristen smiled and pointed to the far corner of the dining area. "We have one of those booths over there. Sam looked down to the far corner of the room and could see a series of booths against the glass windows. The light outside was still bright and Sam could only make out silhouettes, one being a softly curving figure with long hair sitting at the very end booth.

Together Kristen and Sam walked toward Tami. The resounding click of Kristen's heels clashed with the slap clap of Sam's flip flops. As they approached, Sam was able to see her dining partner more clearly. Tami Cohen was easily two to three years older than Sam, and even appeared to be older than Kristen. She was dressed in a black spaghetti strap dress that didn't seem appropriate for the fast food venue of the student union food court. The low cut dip in the front fully accentuated her figure though and Sam grimaced for a moment as she realized that of the three girls, she was poorest dressed. Tami's long red hair seemed to flow like a river of crimson gold against dark velvet.

"Um...sorry I didn't have time to go get into anything more...well, I thought this would be informal since we were meeting here." Samantha stammered as Tami Cohen smiled up at her.

"You need not apologize, Samantha. I gave you no indication, nor instruction about dress requirements. Please have a seat." Tami motioned to the bench across from her. "What are you interested in for dinner?"

Samantha seated herself, dropping her book bag on the floor, not sure where Kristen would sit.

"Uh...the regular vegetable sandwich from the sub place would be fine; that and a Diet soda." Sam said.

Tami nodded and looked at Kristen. "Please go get our dinner, Kristen."

Sam looked up at the blond girl who seemed almost to bow and quickly turn away, moving toward the string of restaurants across the dining area. Sam's eyes widened a little and she wondered whether there was a little more truth behind Chelly's rumors than she previously thought.

Tami smiled and folded her delicately long fingers on the table in front of her. "Samantha, I appreciate you coming to meet with me. No doubt you have some serious questions about our sorority, whether you have heard of it or not. I will certainly give you an opportunity to ask those questions. As to how we got your name, let's just say that some friends of the sorority gave it to us and said you came highly recommended."

Sam looked at Tami quizzically. "Highly recommended? I don't understand."

Tami nodded appreciatively. "Of course. Let me tell you a little of the benefits that we provide for our younger sisters before we get into anything else. First of all, we offer the companionship, friendship, and sisterhood of the sorority to our first year members free of charge. There are no dues whatsoever. We also provide free tutoring, special lessons, and free rooms for first year sisters."

Sam's eyes popped open. "Excuse me? You provide free room and board?"

Tami shook her head. "Well...room yes...board no. We have a kitchen at the sorority house, and try to keep it stocked with snacks, but no one really likes to cook so most of us either eat out, or keep an account open at the University's cafeterias. We're closest to Bruce Hall, so we eat there a lot. But we don't charge first year sisters for their sleeping quarters."

"Wow." Samantha said, thinking about the several thousand dollars she had spent for her dorm room. She thought about it and then smiled. "What's the catch? My dad says that anything you get for free is worth what you paid for it."

Tami laughed, a tinkle light peal of bells. "Your father seems to be a wise man. To be truthful, there is a catch. The sophomore sisters have some regular duties that they must perform." She paused. "And meet certain requirements."

Samantha looked at Kristen who was walking back across the dining room with a laden tray. "You mean like clean the sorority house and fetch dinner?"

Tami nodded. "Yes, fetching, as you so elegantly put it, is a part of those duties, as is cleaning the sorority house. However there are a few more that we add to the list."

There was a long pause as Sam waited. Finally she lifted her chin. "Like what?"

Kristen put the tray down in the center of the table and immediately began to divvy up the contents. Sam thanked her as the blonde placed the garden sub in front of the brunette sophomore.

"Don't get used to it." Kristen said, her mouth a straight line, her tone slightly dark.

Samantha recoiled, wondering what she did to offend the girl.

"Kristen. That was not polite. Samantha is considering joining our group and your attitude is unacceptable to an outsider examining the benefits of joining the sisterhood. Apologize."

Kristen looked up with something akin to fear in her eyes. Samantha could actually sense her uneasiness.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be rude. It's just that I was a sophomore last year and this year I'm a junior and I'm still trying to figure out what that all means."

Samantha looked at her with a raised eyebrow. "Um...yeah sure. No problem."

Tami smiled and opened her own salad and began to pour a small packet of dressing over it. She nodded to Kristen who began to open her own chicken sandwich.

"So...what are the other duties?" Asked Sam before taking a bite of her sandwich.

Tami hesitated with her fork between her sensuous mouth and the bowl. She lowered the fork.

"Samantha, are you a virgin?"

The half eaten bite solidified in Sam's mouth as her body stiffened in shock.

"Well...too be honest, no."

Tami nodded, taking a bite of her salad as Samantha answered.

"Are you heterosexual, homosexual, or bisexual?"

Samantha put down her sandwich. She had been prepared because of Chelly's rumors, to hear something sexual in nature, and she quickly berated herself for not anticipating these questions. She glanced at Kristen and studied her for a moment, quickly, thinking in her mind what it would be like to have a sexual encounter with her.

"Well...I guess I'm still kind of undecided." Samantha said, wanting to take a non-committal route.

Tami actually smiled. "Excellent. Most of the sisters are bisexual, though there are a few who are heart hardened lesbians."

Tami Cohen took a few more bites. "To be totally honest with you, Samantha, the first year girls serve as subordinates to the older girls. Junior girls are allowed limited domination over the first years, as they are groomed to be Seniors. Seniors have total control of all younger sisters in the sorority. They meet out assignments and chores, handle grade oversight, and mete out punishments."

"Punishments." It was a statement, not a question that came from Samantha.

Tami nodded. "Punishments. Let me give you an example." Tami turned toward Kristen who was finishing her Chicken sandwich.

"Kristen? I realize that you have already apologized to a prospective sister for your rudeness, but I want you to reflect for the rest of the evening on your behavior. Sisters of Sigma Epsilon Xi should be well mannered and polite at all time. Please get out your punishment clips."

Kristen's eyes went wide and her face drained of color. Sam watched in frightened astonishment as Kristen reached for her purse and pulled two brass clamps from her purse, connected by a short gold chain.

Tami nodded, seemingly pleased. "Now, please lift your halter top, one breast at a time, and apply your clip, level two for both please."

Samantha's mouth dropped as Kristen lifted her shirt, baring her right breast. The full curve of her bosom was totally exposed and Sam glanced around the room, wondering if anyone was watching this. No one seemed to notice what was going on and Sam turned to watch Kristen carefully position the clamp over her hard nipple. With a quick squeeze, the two halves of the clamp came together with a snap. Kristen sucked in a long hard breath, but then squeezed it again, letting a second snap float in the air.

Tears seemed to well in Kristen's eyes as she lowered her halter top, the clamp and chain easily visible under the tight top and bared the other breast. Carefully, the blonde repeated the process to her other nipple, once more squeezing it to tighten it to the second level.

Kristen lowered her halter top back down, the stretched fabric obviously pressing hard against the clips. Her chest heaved as she fought down the quick breaths of agony that seemed to be crushing her. Samantha had frozen, appalled at the cruelty of the punishment. She opened her mouth to beg Tami to let Kristen release the clamps when she felt an odd sensation with in her own sex.

Samantha realized that she was turned on. Her own body had lubricated itself, flooding her with juices and chemicals that had made her look at Kristen's body in desire. Sam licked her lips momentarily, unaware of the look of pure rapture that crossed her face.

Tami seemed to notice the look and continued quietly. "Oh yes, there are punishments, frequent ones, but there are also rewards, Samantha. We can promise you the fulfillment of your needs, a scholastic career, and deep friendships. Every year, if you are accepted, you will have the option to remain and progress through the ranks."

Sam turned back to the auburn haired beauty. "Accepted? But..."

Tami held up a hand and smiled. "Just as every sorority and fraternity, we have a pledge week. It is a grueling test of your willingness, your abilities to submit, and your sexuality. It is not hazing, but it is an ordeal. The only thing that I can promise is that everything required of you will be explained, in full, prior to the activity, and that you may refuse to do something at any time, though if you do, that will end your application to our sisterhood."

Sam merely stared, glancing at Kristen who was biting her lower lip, her breasts pulled together by the short chain.

Tami nudged Kristen and nodded toward the dining area. Kristen slid out of the seat and stood up, her shirt a ridged mass of obvious bondage. Tami slid out afterward and looked down at Samantha.

"If you wish to apply, meet us at this address on Sunday evening. You will not be spending the night, so you will not need anything when you come. If you do come, we assume that you wish to enter the sorority and that you will become a pledge. If you do not show up, then I hope you enjoyed dinner. Good night." Tami placed another red embossed card down on the table.

Mouth agape, Samantha could only stare as Tami Cohen and Kristen Cox made their way from the food court.

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