Chapter One
Mary Beth Stuart trudged up the steps from the basement, the slow pace showing how
much she dreaded what she had to say. She disliked problems, and she faced a major one
now. Her idea of hardship usually was trying to decide which shoes to buy without maxing
out her father’s gold card. That was a problem she could deal with, one that she had
faced many times in the past few months but this problem was one of much greater
magnitude.
Once on the first floor, she walked slowly toward the front door of the sorority
house. Usually it was full of laughing, giddy sorority girls. This was the first year
she had a position of responsibility and she was unsure of the twists and turns sorority
politics. She had to return to the house two weeks before classes started. She was not
used to that. To her, college meant dances and beer parties. She usually let the other
girls run things. She had not intended to become the sorority pledge trainer but what
they said about her was true. The organization had no one who could wield a switch with
the same finesse she had. When Sonia proposed her name during the chapter elections the
spring before, she could not refuse the nomination. She knew a couple of other girls
coveted the position, but no one ran against her.
She started up the stairs to the upper floors where the bedrooms were. Hearing a
noise toward the front of the sorority house, she turned to go back down and walk in that
direction. In the study room behind the living room, she found the object of her search.
Mallory Mathews, the sorority president, sat in a large, stuffed chair. She had a
drink in a double shot glass in her hand, but Mary Beth did not know what it was until she
saw the bottle of Belvanie sitting on the end table next to her. Sipping the single malt
whisky was a habit she had picked up from her father, the ambassador. She bought them by
the case and had several bottles in her room but had several hidden around the house.
The CD system played something light and airy by Mozart. Mallory’s eyes just
flitted to Mary Beth for a second and then back again at the subject at hand. As she took
another sip, a little touch of a smile appeared on the corners of her mouth.
And what could cause that amusement?
Mallory was a senior. When she was a sophomore, Regina Rivera was her Little
Sister. Now Regina was a junior – an upperclassman, uh, upperclasswoman. As her big
sister, it had been Mallory’s responsibility to see the young woman was properly
indoctrinated in the ways of TNA.
No one could doubt that the Coed did a quality job of training Regina. The quality
of the job helped get her elected president of the sorority in the spring of her junior
year. Regina had to have something stuck in her cunt or mouth at all times, she could not
help it, not after the freshman orientation Mallory had given her. The submissive Coed
was not averse to having something rammed into her ass either.
And if she could not be the object of someone else’s lust, she had no problems
using her tongue to bring pleasure to others. She was so good that they had used her
mouth the year before to train the pledges to enjoy having another woman eat them. They
planned to use her again this year. Everyone agreed that an asset such as Regina’s tongue
should not be wasted.
Regina’s lusts were also an annoyance since she always wanted someone to fuck her
with a dildo or let her eat them. To minimize the distraction she caused, they had a rule
that when she was in the sorority house, she had to wear a dildo gag. This was not any
ordinary dildo gag, but the longest one anyone could find. The first time they had her
try it on, she choked on it because the tip was in the back of her mouth. Slowly, the
choking sensation went away until she learned to enjoy it.
A common ploy they used on her was to cuff her hands behind her back. With a
blindfold over her eyes, they would place her in a corner of some room where her grunts
would not bother anyone. By the time someone came to get her, she had worked herself into
a frustrated sexual fit.
Earlier this day, she had shown up at the door to Mallory’s room, long before any
of the other sisters normally was awake. She had knocked until the sorority president
finally answered. Mallory opened the door wearing her flimsy nightie, not asleep but then
again not awake. She squinted at the person who stood outside the door.
“Oh, shit,” she mumbled, leaving the door open as she turned toward the interior of
the bedroom. As she walked toward the dresser to get some clothes, Regina waited patiently
in the hall.
That was how they ended up in this room – Regina, Mallory and Mallory’s bottle of
Belvanie.
What appeared to be a closet for clothes was in reality a storage place for some of
the first floor bondage items. Every summer they cleaned it out and straightened it so at
this time it was neat and well organized. By spring everything would be scattered about on
the floor.
“Kneel on the floor, right there,” the older woman ordered, gesturing down as she
looked up.
Regina knew this would result in some form of suspension. Suspending young woman
was how they had decorated this room. Mallory had her kneel under a pulley fastened to a
beam in the ceiling. The pledge sat cross-legged at first. Placing both hands on the
floor, she pushed up so she could pull her legs under her.
Mallory moved around behind her to kneel. She tossed most of the ropes to Regina’s
right where the woman could see them. She kept one. She divided the rope in half so the
middle formed a loop. She stuck the ends through the loop. Hooking it over the woman’s
wrists, she wrapped it around three times. Before tying a knot, she cinched those first
loops. She did the same with a rope about her upper arms at the elbow.
Regina expected Mallory to move around in front of her, but instead, the older Coed
wrapped a rope about her upper arms and chest from where she knelt. She saw no need to
cinch these loops as she was certain her captive would never get them loose.
She crawled around to Regina’s right so she could get to her legs. She tied a rope
to the captive’s lower thigh at the knee, and another about the ankle. Moving around to
the other side, she did the same to the college junior’s left leg.
That was the easy part.
Mallory came to her feet and stretched. Stepping to the side of the room, she
untied the end of a rope fastened to a cleat at waist level on the wall. Raising the end
of the rope, she caused the other end to descend from the ceiling. The rope ended in a
hook, but what she wanted was a ring. Fortunately, the cabinets in the room contained
many of varying sizes. She only had to pick which she wanted.
She hung the ring from the hook before turning her attention to the remainder of
the ropes. She tied one about the brunette’s slender waist. Still kneeling, she reached
behind her to get the next rope. Since she had tossed them on the floor haphazardly,
finding a rope meant groping about with her finger tips. After a few seconds, she had to
admit defeat and looked over her shoulder. She grabbed one and then a second. She
dropped the second on the brunette’s lap. The other she looped about her upper arms and
chest below her large bosom. She did the same with the second rope, only this time she
looped it about her chest above her bosom. These last two ropes pinned her arms tightly
against her body, making her more helpless while insuring that she did not hurt herself
with some pointless struggling.
The next thing she needed was a pole. She checked the closet without finding one.
This forced her to go elsewhere, to one of the many other places on the first floor where
they stored their bondage equipment. She left Regina alone, confident that she was going
nowhere bound as she was and naked.
She returned within ten minutes with a pole about six feet long and an inch in
diameter. The hardwood shaft was almost unbreakable so she would not have to worry about
it breaking and hurting the captive. She worked it under the Coed’s arms, wiggling it back
and forth and twisting to get it through. When she had the pole positioned so half
extended beyond her body on each side, she turned her attention to binding Regina’s legs
to it.
“Knees in the air. Lean forward so your chest against them.”
The first, and easiest step, was to tie the ending so the ropes from her thighs to
the pole. She just tied it outside her body without paying much attention to the length
of the rope. She then did the same to the ropes that were tied to the brunette’s ankles.
Each time she left much slack in the ropes.
The sorority president slowly moved about her captive as she studied her bondage.
There were others in the sorority who were better riggers than she, but was no slouch.
When she tied a woman, she remained tied. Mallory was content to know that she was one of
the most imaginative when it came time to making other females helpless.
The brunette tied several loose ropes to the ring, the ones about her waist and
chest, and two to the pole. When she caused the ring to elevate, Regina’s body would
also.
To raise a body from the floor required much effort so they mechanized the
procedure. The first device was the pulley ten feet over Regina. Mallory pulled the free
end of the rope across the room to the back wall. Using her foot, she pushed a plastic
potted plant to the side, revealing a capstan on the wall. The front needed both hands to
open, but she did not have to let go of the rope to do it. She threaded the rope through
the gears inside, and closed the front.
The mechanism attached to the lever clicked and clanked when she pulled on the red
handle. The first try and even the second did nothing but remove the slack from the ropes
running to the brunette. Eventually the action started raising the captive’s body from
the floor.
Mallory worked the lever until she had the luscious, naked body four feet off the
floor.
The sorority president had done this often before. Though Mallory did not measure
the ropes, she had an idea about the length of each rope just from experience. As the
ropes shortened, Regina’s body rolled back but she never rolled on her back before the
shortening ropes pulled her bottom from the floor.
Higher and higher she rose. Mallory stopped once to straighten up so she could get
a better look at her. Then she bent over to pull the lever several more times, each pull
raising Regina’s body another half inch in the air.
That was Regina’s condition when Mary Beth entered the room. She giggled when she
saw the captive’s frantic efforts to pull her legs together, the ropes from her thighs and
ankles running back to the pole frustrating that effort. Being bound on display for her
Big Sister was one thing, but she did object to being exhibited for a woman who was close
to being a stranger.
“Okay. What is the crisis this time?”
“We have a pledge, Melissa Ramp.” Mallory just stared back at her. “Tall, thin,
but with big boobs.” Mary Beth cupped both hands under her own chest to give emphasis.
“Long blonde hair down to here,” she said as she indicated the middle of her back.
The sorority president nodded as she took a drink. Her eyes went to Regina’s cunt
and back to the pledge trainer.
“So what is her problem?”
“It is not as much hers as it is Nancy’s. Nancy and Melissa went to the same high
school. Two years ago Nancy was dating the captain of the football. You know the type –
wavy blonde hair, all muscles, no brains.”
“Don’t tell me he’s quarterback at some big school.”
“Naw. He blew his ACTs. He joined the Marines.”
“So what is the problem?”
“Nancy is pissed because the jock ass took Melissa to the Homecoming Dance. She
claims it kept her from being elected Homecoming Queen.”
“So what?”
“Nancy wants us to get rid of her.”
“So get rid of her.”
“It’s not that easy.”
“Why not?”
“Melissa’s aunt was a member at Eastern State. She is a Legacy.”
“Oh crap!”
“So what do we do?”
Mallory looked down at her double shot glass as she frowned. Getting rid of a
Legacy presented a problem. When she ran for president of the sorority she thought she
would only have deal with a fashion faux pas or two.
Under normal circumstances, one vote “no” would blackball a potential pledge. The
problem with a legacy is that they had to take her. They had no choice in the matter.
She showed an interest in TNA during Rush so they had to take her. There were no
exceptions, no loopholes.
They could not get rid of Melissa. The best they could hope for was if she decided
not to join.
Mallory stared at the captive’s cunt for a few seconds. She closed her eyes and
smiled. She looked over at Mary Beth as she answered.
“What do we do best?”
Now it was the pledge trainer’s turned to look confused.
“What do you mean?”
The Coed rolled her eyes at the denseness of the pledge trainer. She held each
hand one front of her about six inches apart, palms facing each other.
“We spank ‘em!’”
As she said that, she slapped her hands together.
“We…we do what?”
“We have an honour-bound traditional of being bondage and spanking oriented. So we
just give her a little more action than the others until she decides she doesn’t want to
join.”
Mallory gave her a mock toast with her glass and took a sip.
Mary Beth looked at her for a while. True, once in a while a pledge did decide to
drop out. Most Coeds had too much desire to join the most exclusive and prestigious
sorority on campus to think of any such thing. This made it easy for the actives to make
them do things that they would not have done otherwise.
The sorority president sat back in the chair, contemplating Melissa wearing the
trashiest thong imaginable, her neck and wrists locked in stocks. Her point-of-view
changed for before the blonde to behind her. She imagined what it would be like to paddle
her ass until it turned red.
“So what about the others? We can’t pick on just one girl.”
Mallory looked over her glass as she took another sip.
“So rather than one red ass, we have a dozen.”
Mary Beth had to smile at that. This was going to be a fun year.
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