It was a warm day, one that was rare to enjoy this late in the year. The joy and excitement I felt inside was not from the wonderful day but my first day of college. With the iron rule of my parents were far behind me now, only good times lay ahead, at least according to my sister. Karen is a few years older then myself and went to college in Boston to escape our parents as well. While they were only in upstate New York, it was too far to drive for a weekend visit, or worse yet, a surprise visit.
Karen and I were always close and as a result we told each other everything. I would hear about the wild parties, drugs, alcohol, etc... and be envious. My decision to go to collage in Boston was not out of envy however, it was more of curiosity. The one topic that Karen would seem reluctant to talk about was her sorority. She seemed to just dismiss her activities there as nothing worth talking about but with the same tone a teenager uses with their parents asking what they were doing all night… “Oh nothing much, you know, just hanging out and stuff.” I knew there was something going on and something so big that she wouldn’t, or couldn’t talk about it.
After settling into my dorm, I decided to give Karen a call. After a few rings, she picked up.
“Hello?” she said, picking up the phone.
“Hi, it’s Amanda. I’m all settled in and thought I would see what’s going on.”
“Nothing much really, was just going to go over to the house for a bit, you want to get together tomorrow?”
“Why not now?” I asked a bit perturbed, “I haven’t seen you for a while and I want to join a sorority anyway, so I can check it out with you. Is that alright?” I asked, biting my lip, hoping I was not pushing too much.
After a long pause, Karen answered “Well, to be honest, I don’t think you would like it very much. It is pretty boring and the only reason I stay is because I do have some good friends there.”
I knew it was a copout answer, so against my better judgment I took a chance. “I already know what you do there and it’s ok. I met up with some people on the bus here that knew about it. It’s not a shock, I think it’s interesting.” I told her, starting to feel really nervous now.
“I… well… don’t really know what to say. I figured you would be appalled by some of it. You have always been, well… the good daughter, always following the rules, prim and proper. I don’t suppose you have any outfits do you?”
“No, I don’t.” I replied
“Ok, come over now and you can borrow some of mine. Are you sure about this?” she questioned.
“Yup” I confidently replied.
“Ok, see you in a bit” she told me, hanging up the phone.
Everything went as I had hoped but it seemed too easy. I still didn’t know what I was getting into but really didn’t worry about it too much. Big sister was there to protect me if anything went awry. That is the plan anyway.
My best guess placed her sorority as a place where they get all dolled up and maybe have orgy’s for kicks but in the rest of their life they had boyfriends. Karen was right about my naive outlook on life. I often fell pray to simple pranks because I expected that nobody does the bad stuff you see on TV. Little did I know the lesson I was about to learn.
After walking over to my sisters dorm she let me inside her messy room and we engaged in some small talk. It didn’t take long for her to notice the grin on my face, it was quite obvious that I was nervous and excited. She smirked and said “You really have got into this. I still can’t get over it. I was appalled when I first learned of this world, but after giving it a chance, I couldn’t do without it.”
Slowly opening her closet, Karen reached inside and pulled out something I had never seen before. I sat in disbelief of what was before me. “I think this will do quite nicely for your first field trip little girl.” she whispered to me with a wry smile.
In front of me was something out of a Batman movie, like what Catwoman wears. It was very shiny, looked like latex and very small. One feature what Catwoman never had with her outfit was zippers near the crotch and cutouts around the breasts. I reached out to touch it but Karen pulled it away. “You look surprised?” she asked.
“No! I just…umm… have never seen one with the cutouts. It also seems rather small.” I bit my lip, showing my sister my tell tale sign I am lying.
“Let’s find out… strip down. Make sure you take everything off, rings, underwear… all of it” she told me.
Getting a little excited by the whole prospect of wearing such a sexy outfit I complied without any problems. Karen applied some powder to my body which I was told would make the suit go on easier. With my clothes in a pile in her room I slid my first leg into the outfit, then the second. I was right about it being tight, but the powder did make it easier to get the outfit on. Before I knew it, Karen was zipping up the back. When she did, I noticed a strange zipper around the top of the neck, however my queries about it were ignored.
“Ok, this next part will be a little awkward and might hurt a little bit. I am going to put something in your mouth to muffle your scream. You don’t want somebody seeing you like this do you?” she asked.
It seemed logical at the time, then again, I was expecting a scarf or something. I agreed and she walked behind me. Catching me be surprise a rather large red rubber ball was stuffed in my mouth and held in place by a strap. “Mmmmph!” I screamed incredulously.
“Oh calm down, I will take it off in a second.” She told me while pulling the remaining straps tight over my head and under my chin. “You wanted to experience what it was like in there anyway, so if you can’t handle this, I might as well get you undressed now” She quipped.
“How dare she!” I thought. I shook my head in agreement to let her know I was fine with this. It was a little unsettling, but exciting at the same time. With the ball firmly in place she decided to take it one step further. She asked me to press my hands against the small of my back. Again, the reasoning sounded was solid at the time but before long I heard clicking and my hands were now secure behind my back. Foolishly I didn’t make a sound and pretended that it didn’t bother me.
Karen moved away to admire her handy work. Bound as I was, I must have been quite a sight to see. I could only wait patiently as my sister started me up and down. After snapping out of her trance she slowly walked over to me and started to massage my nipples. Instinctively I reached up to stop her hands but quickly found that the handcuffs were also secured to the bedpost. A small fear started welling up inside me as this was starting to make me uneasy. My mind was racing with all kinds of thoughts, and none of them positive.
“It’s ok hon, I wouldn’t go any further then this. At least not on my own sister” she said, pulling out a small chain with clamps on the end. “These are referred to as clover clamps. The idea is the harder you pull, the harder they pull together. The result is a nipple clamp that you won’t be free of without some help.” It was very clear at this point Karen was enjoying herself and my current predicament was not by accident.
“mmmph!” I moaned into the gag as the first clamp bit down, suddenly recalling my first boyfriends attempt at foreplay. It hurt like hell, and I couldn’t push somebody away this time.
The second clamp bit into my breast just behind my nipple. Being more prepared this time around, I didn’t scream, but it still hurt like hell. My only salvation was the pain quickly turned into a dull ache as long as I stayed still.
“You look a bit uneasy sis? I figured you for a pro when I talked to you on the phone. You never did learn did you? For years you tried to out-do me, but never could accept that I was just a bit smarter. Did you really think you had me fooled when we talked on the phone?” she asked, flipping my hair behind my back.
I could only stare back in total shock. I never fathomed my sister could be this… domineering? Unbeknownst to me, my body was enjoying itself thoroughly. Karen’s watchful eye didn’t miss a beat and started to massage my shoulders and arms. Slowly she moved to the sides of my breasts and down to my very soaked pussy. “You like that you little slut?” Karen whispered. My head said no, but my body betrayed me with a moan of pleasure.
Karen pulled away, “I’m not quite done with you. You’re not ready for the party yet!” My fear really started to swell in the pit of my stomach now, I couldn’t go out into public like this! I tried to pull away from the bedpost but only succeeded in digging the steel cuffs into my wrists. My only hope at this point was to plead with my sister. She was flesh and blood; she would have sympathy for me, right?
Returning with what looked like coiled rope, I started to plead my case as best I could. With pathetic moans and pouting eyes I tried my best. “If I didn’t know better, I would say you wanted out.” She said. I nodded enthusiastically.
“Ha! Keep dreaming girl. I already promised that you would be there tonight’s toy. If you don’t show up, it means I get volunteered. Hell will freeze over before that happens. Now stay still so I can get your arms secured properly.” She quipped.
This had already gone too far. I tried my best to stay avoid her ropes but was only rewarded with a sharp pull on my nipple clamps. With a ridged pose I decided it was in my best interest to avoid a repeat performance of the clover clamps power over me.
Inexperience had me convinced that if she was going to replace the handcuffs with rope, my chance to free myself was near. Karen folded the rope in two and then looped it just above my right elbow. Threading the loose ends through the loop, a quick tug ensured it was not going anywhere. The two ends of the rope then went around my elbows for what seemed like dozens of times and nearly causing my elbows to touch. The side effect of the rope was my breasts sticking out further, which I actually enjoyed, but would never admit it.
Karen tied my wrists in a similar way, but didn’t release the handcuffs. Instead she looped another rope around my waist, pulling it tight in the front and threading the two ends between my legs. Removing one of the cuffs, she pulled the rope between my pussy hard causing me to squeal a bit. The ends of the rope were looped around my wrist ropes and cinched tight, preventing from lifting my arms or freeing my wrists. Another sharp tug and the rope found its ways back through my legs and tied off in the front. After releasing the other cuff, furious tugging soon followed. It only took a minute before I was out of breath, drooling down the side of the gag and finally realizing that escape was riding off into the sunset like the hero in an old western movie.
“You will need some shoes, the pebbles outside can hurt.” She said, getting a pair of high heals out of the closet. “These are only 4”, so enjoy them while you can. I wouldn’t be surprised if they decided to change them on you. Before long you will be in 6 or 7” heels.” She laughed. They appeared to be normal, black, sexy, fuck me heels… they just had locking straps. Karen took the pleasure of putting them on my feet and pulling the strap one notch before breaking the belt. I had no doubt that they were not coming off. I didn’t even try.
“Well, let’s go have fun. I have told my friends all about you, and they are so happy to finally meet you. I hope you don’t mind that I fudged a few facts? I told them you have been into this for years already and unlike me, you’re a true submissive.” She giggled. If she only knew how pissed I was right now, but couldn’t do a damn thing about it.
Snapping her fingers, Karen spun around “I almost forgot your hood! Nobody at the house knows that you are my sister and I don’t want them to. We wouldn’t want you getting special treatment would we?” With that she revealed a mask of sorts and pulled it over my head. When it was in place, I heard her zip it to the suit I was wearing. With a click that resonated around the room, I knew it was locked on. There were only holes for my nose and tinted domes over my eyes making it hard to see. At least nobody would recognize me now.
Karen tugged hard on the nipple chain again and attached a short strap to it. “Come on dear, don’t make get angry and drag you down the hall by your nipples!” she sneered. Sadly, I followed, hoping not to be seen and dreading what awaits me at her sorority!
Feeling much like a convict on death row, fear and panic coursed my veins as we made our way through the halls. Students all around, some glaring in astonishment, some frowning in disgust. If not for the hood, they would all see how the color of my skin matched the bright red ball in my mouth. I was utterly humiliated as I was led through the hallway, by a leash attached to my nipples no less. The heels were already becoming very uncomfortable, and in a strange way, I welcomed the distraction from the people around me.
Karen led me to a side fire exit, through an alley and finally halting next to an unmarked door. Giving what I could only assume was a secret knock, the door slowly opened. She led me inside, down a flight of steps. I could hear music nearby, which started to further fuel my fears. Not realizing it, I slowed my pace and started to resist. A quick pull on the leash taught me a quick lesson in control, specifically how much I didn't have. Quickening my pace, I returned the slack and kept pace with my sister.
At the end of a short hallway we arrived at another door. I held my breath in anticipation, fearing the worst. The door opened to a small crowd, most casually dressed, while others were far less comfortable. Paying more attention to the sights in the room, I failed to notice Karen walking away from me. She had attached my leash to a hook high on the wall and was now speaking with a girl in the corner. Moments later I could see a bullhorn in her hand and the music lowered to a soft whisper.
"Attention fellow friends" the horn squelched, "Tonight a dear friend from out of town has volunteered to take my place was the community toy." Sighs and groans came from the audience. Karen laughed, "I know, most of you thought you had me this time... maybe next time! For tonight however, I want my friend to get the full treatment." With a devious smile, she looked at me and asked "What was it you told me earlier? Oh that right... she claims she has never had an orgasm while tied up by another person. Sounds like you have your work cut out for you ladies."
Karen barely had the bullhorn set down before a blond haired girl dressed in a latex catsuit approached me. Without saying a word she released the leash and led me into the middle of the room. I looked back at Karen, pleading through my featureless prison for this to stop, but she was preoccupied chatting with the girl in the corner.
A slap on my tits snapped me out of my trance. "My name is Tina and you are in for a ride of your life" she smiled. "We are going to play a little game, I hope you enjoy."
From what I could see, girls were placing large cubes of ice on the inside of a large plastic bin, each about 6" cubed. With a cube in the four corners of the bin, a thin piece of wood was placed on top. Out of nowhere four women lifted me into the air and stood me on top of the wooden platform. The leash was removed from my nipple clamps and replaced with long cord, similar to a shoelace. Once tied, Tina moved a stool close to me so she could tie the other end to a beam near the ceiling. Removing any slack remaining, she pulled the chain above my breasts. Any movement in any direction resulted in a painful tug.
"Ok slut, here is how we play the game. You will stand in that spot until every girl in this room has at least one orgasm by your hand. Once you have finished, every girl here will have the opportunity to return the favor, if you desire. If you choose not to play, that is your choice, however the game continues until every girl is happy or the ice is finished melting." Tina smirked.
Repulsed at the thought of pleasuring another woman, I shook my head in disapproval. The girls around me just laughed. What concerned me more is my sister was letting this happen to me, my own blood and my supposed protector. I could feel a bevy of emotions wash over me, anger, fear and humiliation; if not for the restraints, didn't know what I would do.
I snapped out of my trance when I could feel the first girl step up behind me. At first I froze, unwilling to move or acknowledge that someone was there. The room went quiet and the girl whispered in my ear, "Ready when you are slut!" She tugged hard on my nipple clamps and I practically jumped out of my skin.
In a panic I moved my fingers around and the girl was quick to positioned herself. I rubbed and soothed, paying close attention to her nub in hopes of bringing her to orgasm quickly. Within a few minutes I could hear her moaning. She painfully grabbed my shoulders for support as she sped towards climax. With a loud grunt and partial scream, she was now breathing heavily and reeling from her orgasm. She regained her composure, smacked my hard on the ass and moved back into the crowd.
I could see Tina in front of me again, clapping her hands "Not bad little slut, only 18 more to go!" she quipped. "I can't wait for my turn"
Over the next hour I was able to service another 12 girls. With my arms bound as they were, everything had gone stiff and I was having a really hard time moving my fingers. On several occasions I tried to protest, but I doubt they even heard me though music and chatting girls. While my protests may have gone unnoticed, my situation didn't. I could hear many of them commenting on my condition. The ice had melted enough that my breasts were being pulled unnaturally high. Pain was also beginning to be a large factor and unbeknownst to my audience, tears were flowing under my leather hood.
I was able to collect myself after a few minutes and right on queue, there was another girl looking for attention. Despite my condition, my skill at fingering women had improved dramatically. It only took me another 20 minutes to finish off the girls. It wasn’t until then that I started to wonder if that count Tina gave me included my sister. Disgust washed over me at the mere thought of touching my sister in that way. My worst fears were confirmed as both Tina and my sister appeared before me.
“I must say you are a natural sis, I was never that good in the beginning” my sister smirked.
Without another word, both started to caress and massage my body. My sister rubbed my arms as Tina ran her hands around my breasts. I was amazed on how quickly the pain, especially in my nipples started to subside. The ice had melted further and I stood straight as a board trying to reduce the amount of tension on the clamps.
Catching me off guard, I felt my crotch zipper being undone, fingers parting the lips of my pussy and slowly massaging my clit. Almost immediately a soothing wave washed over me and just as soon as it came, it went away. Tina and my sister had retracted to their positions in front of me. Karen spoke first "You have served your purpose and you can be released from your captivity or we can continue pleasing you. All the girls here are happy to return the favor. Nod your head if you wish to stay."
It is strange how physical body has so much power. My brain knew I should just have them release me, but my body longed for their magic fingers. With logic out the window, I nodded quickly. I watched all of the women in my view grin as they started to turn their attentions towards me. Hands from all around were caressing my body. Fingers explored my pussy and hands massaged my breasts. Any discomfort or pain that I felt moments ago slowly washed away.
Lost in ecstasy, I was in another world, a world where pain and pleasure held hand and hand to create a state of heavenly bliss. I heard one girl bellow "Spread your legs slut" and without thinking about it I did. My nipples were now pulled straight up, but I didn't care. In no time, wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure coursed through my body. Each girl was taking turns pleasing me, never allowing me to stop. I panted furiously through my nose holes, but soon they were not enough. I had lost count somewhere around the 10th climax when my air supply became too thin and everything blacked out.
When I awoke, I could hardly move any muscles. From what I could tell I was not bound in any way, just extremely sore and fatigued. I opened my eyes and looked around the room. It was Karen's dorm room. I could see her sitting in the corner huddled over some books. I cleared my throat to get her attention. Slowly she turned around and faced me with a smirk on her face.
"Well, what did you think?” she asked.
“I don’t know. I never felt that kind of pain or pleasure before. I do know that I am pretty damn sore!” I exclaimed.
“You will get over that in no time and if you start with Yoga and other exercises, you won’t ever be sore… that is… assuming you want to play more of these games?” she questioned.
“I can defiantly see the appeal, I’m sure once I rest for a few days I will be interested in learning more.” I said.
“I’m afraid there is no rest for the weary, this is pledge week, and last night was just the beginning!” she snickered.