The Devil's Sorority Pt. 01: Arrival

The Devil's Sorority: Arrival

"No that won't do at all," Sandra said. "You need to earn the privilege of a landing strip like mine. If there is one solitary hair there tomorrow, there will be consequences."

"Yes mistress," the tall brunette girl whimpered, trying to keep her hands at her side.

We had already been warned about that...

There were special rules at this sorority, special waivers we had signed in exchange for full tuition at the University of Maryland and the additional privileges of being funded by whatever pervert published the videos. It may seem like a desperate thing for a broke college student to do, but truthfully, I loved the idea.

So did my boyfriend Gabe.

It had been six months since Sandra had conspired with Gabe in my gang bang at his fraternity. In that time, I'd busted my ass at Towson, keeping my grades in pristine condition so that I could stand here...

Stark naked.

A few of the girls had resisted the command. Actually, we'd all started looking at each until Sandra began barking like a drill sergeant. I raced the short sexy blonde girl standing next to me out of our clothes, leaving them in a pile at our feet. Even knowing that we were in for some casual recordings, I think most of the pledges believed that there would just be topless car washes and the occasional wet t-shirt contest, not a 24/7 slave contract.

I wondered if they'd actually read the disclaimer.

Or if their boyfriend had teased their pussy every night for a week in anticipation, following the order not to climax in the week before orientation.

I had been dripping wet even before stripping

Sandra inspected a dozen different pledges, her body a pristine display of perfection. She sauntered, shaking her hips as she walked, and I couldn't help but stare at that stereotypically plump black girl ass. Her slightly darkened skin was flawless, the highlights in her hair emphasizing her thick main. The rest of her was razor thin, her breasts small and sloping from her slender frame, barely hidden by her sports bra.

She found something to criticize about every pledge, using a sharpie to draw circles and write suggestions on their bodies. Of course, each of us had been selected because we were objectively attractive, but that wasn't the point. Soon, some of the girls were near tears, held together only by shock.

An Asian girl had gotten it the worst, her lip trembling as Sandra mercilessly mocking the razor bumps from where she had freshly shaved before suggesting a topical cream.

"I think you would look better as a platinum blonde," Sandra said to the petite blonde girl next to me. "I want to see it tomorrow."

"Yes mistress," the blonde said, grateful to have gotten off so easy.

I kept my hands at my side, determined to obey as Sandra's peering eyes inspected every inch of my body. And yet despite my own experience as a submissive, my face burned with embarrassment at being publicly objectified.

That was the cycle, breaking down my barriers a little more to build up the next orgasm. But that didn't make this moment any easier...

At least I had large breasts, a source of pride. But as I took deep, calming breaths, I couldn't help but feel self-conscious, wondering if Sandra would point out a slight droop.

"Danielle it is good to see you again," Sandra said, loud enough for everyone to hear. "Last time I didn't think you could see me. Your face was covered in cum. I wonder how many men you actually knew at that party. Or do you even know how many men fucked you?"

I blushed as she stepped away, addressing everyone.

"Kappa Delta stands for kneel down," Sandra had spoken. "As in, kneel down and suck, swallow, lick, or take whatever any sister demands. You are my cunt devotees."

Sandra stopped again in front of me, cocking her head in judgment.

"Kappa Delta also stands for Kinky and Degrading, so let's start with Danielle..."

She started by drawing circles around my breasts, reprimanding me with a sharp slap on my right nipple when I moved at the tickle. I stayed still, only looking down to see when she finished writing.

Tits do not make me special.

"See Danielle had spent most of her life with boys lavishing attention on her, all because she was gifted with big boobies they wanted to see.."

Sandra stopped, moving behind me.

"Only she didn't earn them,' Sandra said. "One day, they just happened to her by accident, big bags of fat that get her everything she wants. Not here..."

She smacked my ass again, clutching the check to make her point.

"Look at how lazy she's gotten? How flabby that ass is? I want to help you do better."

And she circled both cheeks.

I hadn't expected it. I was in shape, I ran regularly. I didn't have abs, but I did sport that dainty v-shaped muscle below the belly button.

"In a few months, I want to see a nice, toned, bubble butt," Sandra said. "We will be sure to take a few before and after photos to compare. Are we clear?"

"Yes mistress," I said, choking a little on the words.

Rage crawled under my skin, mixed with that shameful sense of arousal I had come to crave. It had been so long since I'd really unleashed myself into a scene, and I knew from experience the longer I buckled down, the more wanton I would become.

And right now my lust was ready to burst through any semblance of restraint.

"Let me give you an example of what a woman's ass should look like."

Sandra stood with her back in front of me, sliding her yoga pants down slowly, revealing the most beautiful bubble butt. Each cheek jutted out, curving towards me, wide as well as thick and muscular.

I could see the effort put into her bulge.

"Isn't that good enough to eat?"

"Yes mistress," I said.

"But I don't hear you begging..."

For whatever reason, it didn't register, and I just stood there dumbly.

"Christ, I guess they let anyone into Towson. Beg you stupid slut!"

I cringed at the reference to my safety school, where I'd spent my freshman year studying just to get into Maryland. She twisted at my insecurities like a drill sergeant determined to break us down into nothing to rebuild each girl in her own image.

I remember thinking that this would be easy. I had been submissive to Gabe for nearly a year, but in the first hour Sandra had already grated down my boundaries, knowing she could push me even further than the other girls.

No... using me to dominate them as an example.

God, I was wet.

"Well, slut? It isn't going to eat itself..."

I'd never done analingus before, but I managed to force out the words, hoping she wasn't serious.

"Please... mistress, can I eat your ass?"

I whispered it, stumbling over the words.

"I'm sooo sorry. No one can hear you mushmouth."

I took a deep breath.

Was this how it was going to be? Me the constant example, the cautionary tale for any pledge who dared disobey?

But it was too late to back out now.

"Mistress, can I eat your ass!"

I bellowed.

Sandra pulled down her thong, ending any hope I had for this merely being a test.

"What does Kappa Delta stand for?"

The voices of a dozen pledges rang into my ears.

"Kneel down!"

I obeyed, my heart beating in my throat as I sank to my knees. The crevice I was supposed to lick beckoned in front of me. Sandra moved her hands to each cheek, parting them to reveal her tiny rosebud.

I moved forward, still in disbelief, trying to steel myself for an unpleasant taste. I reached out my tongue, just barely, inching forward towards her ass...

"Jesus, such a spoiled little Bawlmer princess," Sandra said. "And I thought you were such a slut. Now I don't know. Do you even want to be here?"

She pulled her thong for a second.

"No, no please mistress!" And now I was truly begging. "Please let me eat your ass."

"You have five seconds."

She started counting even before pulling her underwear back down, leaving me no choice but to immediately shove my nose into her crack. I tried to block the front of my brain, even as my tongue tasted the earthy puckering hole.

At least she was clean.

It wasn't as bad I imagined, even if it contrasted sharply with licking a pussy. There was no give to her tight asshole, no easily accessible spot to focus on.

I traced my tongue around the opening, not able to actually see, giving at first a half-hearted effort.

"You are just going to have to practice every day if you don't try harder than that."

The muscles in my face clenched.

While I didn't hate it, the idea of spending the semester used like this proved a powerful inspiration. Invorgated, determined not to show my own squeamishness, I dipped my tongue inside the rim, driving into her anus to swirl around inside of Sandra. She moved away, then pushed back, her hands holding my head, directing me into a particular pattern.

With a fistful of my dark hair, she held me in place, letting me lap desperately at her.

"That's much..." She took a breath as my tongue darted further in. "Oh, she is doing much better. You, what's your name? Jesus, pay attention!"

"Uh... it's Rachel..." the blonde pixie said before correcting herself. "It's Rachel mistress!"

"On... on... the other side," Sandra said, her cadence breaking from my effort.

She bounced awkwardly, her diminutive breasts moving just a little as she joined me on the other side of Sandra, our tongues working at different openings on our African goddess.

I was worshipping her ass, wanting to show her my submission. I had switched on subtly, the lowest part of my most desperate cravings clawing its way to the front of my mind. I could force it down, make myself spend months studying like I had, only for my own disturbing needs to spill out in an ill-advised evening of risky sex.

It's why I depended on a Daddy or Mistress.

Because right then, as the two of us lapped at Sandra's holes, I would have done anything. My pussy ached with anticipation, and I realized to my embarrassing consternation that I had been rubbing myself against her calf.

I had been so absorbed, so keyed up after the mandatory week of denial, that I hadn't noticed my pitiful humping.

But I didn't stop, unable to care about the consequences.

It had been months since I'd lapped desperately at her pussy in front of a circle of men, waiting for them to gang bang me. Gabe had fucked me so many times dirty talking about that night, especially as I fixated on her figure.

Sandra had been my first woman, imprinting in me a loyal swooning submission. I obsessed about this moment every day, wondering what it would be like to be with a woman again, grateful to have a boyfriend that encouraged me to discover this new side of myself.

And for the first time, I wondered when Sandra would let me fuck Gabe again.

Because with my legs wrapped around her, my nose nestled between her cheeks, I knew already I was hers. These other girls might be after the scholarship and the housing. I wanted to be completely controlled. I needed to lose myself in sexual service, freeing my mind from worries and insecurities of normal life.

I needed this.

Rachel and I worked together, my breasts occasionally brushed against her through Sandra's legs as we conspired together to bring our mistress to completion. I twisted my tongue all around her holes, feeling her buck back and forth between me and the naked blonde.

"I'm going to cum," Sandra said matter-of-factly. "And I won't have to hump a leg or eat anyone's ass...."

She held onto Rachel's head, pulling her close as she climaxed, letting out throaty moans as she gyrated between us.

"Fuck, oh God, you better not fucking stop!" Sandra bellowed, shaking between us.

I bore down, ignoring my aching jaw as Rachel and I tried to make our tongue tangle between her privates.

"I'm cumming," Sandra said. "At least you sluts could manage that..."

We both were holding onto separate legs, grinding a little against anything our cunts could touch. At one point I know I was humping the beginnings of her ankle, lost in lust as I eagerly devoured her asshole. I gave into every impulse, no longer surprised how willfully I submitted to my new mistress, completely seduced by my new status.

Sandra's hips vibrated again, her buttocks slapping against my face as I lost touch with my tongue during this second climax. I dove back in, blaming myself, praying that my efforts to keep eating her ass would go rewarded later.

It was her that broke away from us, and my eyes locked with Rachel's...

I knew she was thinking the same thing. We were both so close, our knees nearly touching. All we would need to do was spread them just a little. I thought of us both splayed out in a sixty-nine position, my stomach crunched up to push my pussy into her face. Had we actually touched, I don't think either of us would have been able to stop...

Even with Sandra's voice ringing in our ears.

"Kappa Delta stands for Kneel Down," Sandra said. "If you decide to stay, know that this will be expected. Your bodies belong to the house. You will fuck who we say, when we say, for as long as we want to you take it. And afterwards, you will thank me for the privilege of being owned."

Again, Rachel's eyes met mine, our mouths moving at the same time.

"Thank you mistress!"