The Devil's Sorority: Take a Seat

The Devil's Sorority: Take a Seat

"What does Kelta Delta stand for?"

The voices of a dozen freshman pledges rang out in one voice.

"Kneel Down..."

Okay, so I was a transferred sophomore, and my roommate Rachel was also a late bloomer, but we were all beautiful, young women standing in our latex fetish dresses, waiting for the mistress to make her next command.

She could have us do anything. It was part of the agreement. Sandra could command, and we would obey, footage from the hazing appearing almost instantly on the internet for anyone to instantly watch.

I'd already poured over the links as much as I could, but being a 24/7 slave kept me pretty busy. There was cleaning, classes, studying...

And of course, the daily sex game.

WInner gets to cum.

Last place receives a punishment.

Yesterday, Nicole, the large breasted brunette who towered over even Sandra, took the prize for returning first with a condom.

She had been tied to the Saint Andrew's cross, and forced to orgasm until she begged Sandra to stop. Rachel, the pixie-like blonde I shared a bunk with, returned last with a used condom. She spent the day tied to a drain, swallowing our pee.

But at least she seemed to love it.

We had reached a state of submission so shameful that there wasn't anything off-limits. There was an intoxication in her presence, making each of us willing to do anything to touch any part of her dark skin. It didn't matter what she asked, each humiliating and degrading task only proved our complete devotion to her exalted pussy.

"Louder sluts, what do you do when a sister is horny?"

"Kneel down!"

"I'm not cruel," Sandra said. "I know sometimes my sluts need to sit. If my sisters would bring out the chairs."

Sisters of the sorority were less intense, more casually cruel and dismissive than our mistress. It's a strange thing about suffering that allows the victim to callously enact the same measures on another. Maybe it normalized what they had been through. But there was a muted delight in our degradation from these beautiful women, who like us, had been selected as perfect, diverse specimens to satisfy the needs of every viewer.

The sisters worked quickly, positioning 11 chairs in a large circle. But there was a twist. On each chair flopped a different dildo, some thick, others ribbed or oddly shaped, one even vibrating. Some flopped under their girth, others stood rigid, erect and ready for us.

"You all know how to play musical chairs," Sandra said. "But this time, the last girl without something in her pussy is eliminated."

She pressed a button and the music blared, a weird techno beat, and then I heard the lyrics, sultry through an aggressively female voice.

"I wanna see your pussy - everybody thinks it's nice.

Can I come and visit? I'll be at your house tonight!"

We were circling the chairs, each of us eyeing a potential target. My legs seemed to stick together against the black latex skirt, and I wondered if it would be worth trying to take off the outfit for an advantage.

I really didn't want to be last.

I examined the dildos as the song went on, trying to find the perfect one. The smallest seemed also to be the thickest, flesh-colored and floppy. My best bet seemed to be the standard rabbit. I was tall enough to hoist myself on it, and it seemed unlikely anyone else would try for it due to the length. In this my height gave me an advantage over everyone else, well... except maybe Nicole.

The music cut out, and I zeroed in on my target. I hiked up my skirt to my waist, lifting one of my butt cheeks and moving my pussy quickly on the rabbit. Though the toys had been coated in lubed, inserting it so quickly had been a little painful. But at this point my libido didn't care. Pain and pleasure had become lovers, used to each other's immediate proximity, paralleled by their mutual consistency.

Grinding out the beginnings of joy, I looked and saw Nicole and Rachel trying to shove their bare bottoms against each other, jostling for a seat. The difference was almost comical, Nicole was nearly a foot taller, but Rachel found a way to squirm into her lap, trying to push her pussy into the dildo.

The sex toy snapped off from its makeshift mount, flying across the room as both girls started, each unsure of what to do.

Rachel went first, darting after the cock on her hands and knees, Nicole lumbering after her. The two wrestled on the ground, tearing at each other's clothes until the brunette's sizable tits bounced free, forced against the petite blonde's face as she tried to bring the dildo in between her legs. But Nicole was just too strong, overpowering the smaller girl, wrenching the toy from her hand and shoving it into her vagina.

Something still simmered in Nicole, a simmering anger perhaps at the smaller blonde for trying to force her into the last position. Then again, maybe it was pure lust. We were all prohibited from cumming without permission.

Either way, the taller girl pulled the toy from her own pussy and slammed the cock into into Rachel, smacking down on the flared base with a few slaps that made Rachel crunch up in pleasure and pain.

"Do you want it? Do you want it? Then take it!"

Nicole was wild, yelling and spanking Rachel on the ass, holding her against one knee so that every strike moved the dildo further inside of her. The petite blonde bucked desperately against the taller girl's thigh, fucking herself on Nicole's leg.

"Enough!"

Sandra pulled Rachel up by the hair, the dildo falling out and onto the floor, landing on Nicole's taut stomach.

"Since neither of you managed to find a seat, I guess we will have to turn our punishment into a competition."

"Yes mistress," they both said sullenly.

"Noses in the corner... now!"

The two of them went, sinking to their knees to place their nose against the wall, their hands clasped obediently behind their back.

And the game continued, the music starting again.

By this time, every pledge had realized the futility of the latex outfit. I discarded it completely, my sizable breasts moving with the music as I walked. But the tall, light blonde Nordic Queen in front of me held onto the thin veneer, hiking up her skirts. I couldn't help but look down and stare at the curve of her buttocks, flexing with each step.

"You wanna play with pussy all the time

To hide that kinda pussy is a crime!"

I tried to strategically choose my walk, able to stall as I picked my next target. It was otherworldly, twisted, curved with bumps and an odd bulbous head. Big and thick, I thought no one would want the weirdly shaped cock. I hedged my bets, seeing that the main problems appeared to be the jostling of bare butts against each other when the girl competed for the easiest dildo.

The music stopped and I took the strange dildo without any opposition. My prediction had proved apt enough and I faced no competition with the ribbed and curved dildo. But instead of grimacing, I found the weird curved shape especially stimulating.

Actually, I wondered how I could have lived my whole life so far without feeling the nubs and ridges now inserted inside of me. I fucked myself against the chair harder than necessary, stopping only when I reached the brink of a forbidden orgasm.

Tiffany, a moon-faced pint-sized Asian doll had been nearly thrown from the large dildo, a massive, veiny thing that she couldn't quite fit inside her tight little pussy. She hopped around, clutching between her legs.

So at the end of the round, we were down two more.

I stayed focused on my oddly shaped dildo, grateful to avoid the width and girth of the largest dildo I'd ever seen. That monster cock seemed long and thick as a forearm. The bulbous skin-colored head pointed up from balls that served as base with these long spiraling veins that curved back into each other.

That chair never got removed, and soon the process of elimination became clear. More and more losers placed their noses against the wall. And another girl was unable to even fit the ridiculously sized novelty cock inside of her body.

There were only three girls when the final indignity came barking from Sandra.

"The last one to cum doesn't go on to the next round," Sandra said. "In fact, she doesn't get to cum at all for the rest of the week."

That was enough to propel us forward, to take the opportunity to cum right here, right now, while our mistress felt generous. Sandra could be cruel, denying us for days, teaching us the limits of our own autonomy.

I was riding a rabbit, the weird shaped toy removed last round. It fit easily, but I wished for the strange feel of the ribbed cock. I slammed my ass down on the chair, one hand holding the base of the dildo while the other traced quickly little circles around my clit.

I wondered for a costly second if cumming yesterday from Rachel's mouth would slow me down, preventing me from my release. And then my focus was on our inspectors, upperclassmen leaning over our naked bodies, holding onto our shoulders, looking right into our eyes to make sure that the moment was authentic.

I tried to look away, unable to meet the woman's stern, nearly judgmental gaze. I wondered if she had been subjected to the same treatment, forced to jump up and down, sliding a silicone cock in and out of her dripping cunt while some stranger inspected her orgasm.

At least the girls on either side of me had the same difficulty. On my left, the Scandinavian giant moved slowly on the biggest cock, the only one so far able to fit it. But she couldn't bounce quite as fast, letting out a throaty groan of ecstasy as she forced it further inside of her.

On the other side of me, a Hispanic girl with the perfect hourglass shape and the octopus tattoo curling around her leg screamed out her pleasure, her moans growing louder until they stopped, her back spasming against the chair.

"That's one!"

Sandra nodded at the other woman, and now every eye was on the two of us.

I closed my eyes, focusing on my breath, forgetting the others as I focused on the whirring inside of me, bringing myself closer and closer to the edge. I rubbed, wrenching my legs closed, my butt thudding down one final time against the wooden chair...

I started shaking, nearly falling over as the orgasm overtook my senses.

I barely heard someone announcing the last round.

It was clear what they wanted. The biggest cock, the one only that busty Nordic beauty had been able to take between her long legs, remained as the only chair left. She now stood against the wall, wiggling in frustration at not managing to cum in time.

There seemed no point. Yet the music played, droning and leading me on in a half-hearted march around the seat.

"I wanna see your pussy show it to me

Let me see your pussy show it to me!"

I was still shaking, the curvy Hispanic girl a little more lucid, maybe because she had cum first. But while I had been prepared to do anything for a climax, now I found myself almost lethargic, nearly refractory from the release.

Then music cut out, and Marie made it first to the gigantic fleshy cock. She tried to sit on it again and again, not able to fit the head inside. Still trying for another chance, her legs kicked as two upperclassmen pulled her away.

It was my turn.

I lowered myself slowly, feeling the warm, wetness from the other girl's pussy as I guided it, trying to ease it in. For a second my lips opened up and the bulbous head fit just inside of me...

I was doing it...

And then I clenched, panicking and pulling back from the massive dildo.

"Oh god, I can't! It's too big!"

I wondered if I would have been able to take it if I hadn't just cum.

Sandra walked in front of us, striking us with a riding crop, bringing Marie and I to our knees.

"Hmm... no winners, just a bunch of desperate losers..." Sandra said, walking between us. "I guess we'll just have to go to the tiebreaker."