Sorority Slut

Melissa DuVant

Copyright © Melissa DuVant

 

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All characters in this book have no existence outside the imagination of the author and have no relation whatsoever to anyone bearing the same name or names. They are not even distantly inspired by any individual known or unknown to the author, and all incidents are pure invention.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Table of Contents

Acknowledgements

Chapter One: Forced Initiation

Chapter Two: A Lesson In Submission

Chapter Three: Piss-Slut

Chapter Four: Taste-Testing

Chapter Five: Tests and Trials

About the Author and Artist

Digital Slave Chapter Preview: A New Life Starts

Acknowledgements

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Chapter One: Forced Initiation

Hands pushed Tiffany down against the ridged wooden slats of the locker room benches. She tried pushing back, but they were too strong, the other cheerleaders holding her down, pinning her in place.

'Hey! Let me gopppgggghhh!' When she tried to protest, a squidgy foam ball was shoved into her mouth, expanding to fill her cheeks, making them bulge outwards, pinning her tongue in place and stilling her protests. Whoever was holding her ankle let go for a moment, and she managed to kick backwards, feeling her foot connect with a satisfyingly soft body, hearing a grunt of pain. What were they doing? And why was there a wheeled crate in the changing room?

Kelly bent over to look her in the eye, her black cheerleader outfit standing out compared to the bright pink of everyone else, to mark out her position as head cheerleader. She lightly wrapped her hand around Tiffany's throat, her tone casual, almost cold, as she started to squeeze.

'If you want to be a cheerleader, then you need to join the sorority. It wouldn't be fair to the other girls otherwise, would it?' She was squeezing harder now, her fingers tight around Tiffany's throat, cutting off her air. As her body weakened, then the other cheerleaders bent and twisted her limbs, her legs getting bent back on themselves, arms getting pulled back.

'I've already told Coach that you won't be attending practice for a few days. So that gives us plenty of time to get to know you better. And to make sure you're appropriate material - we're very exclusive, and don't want just anybody joining us.' She let go, allowing Tiffany to suck in a breath through her nose, the pain in her lungs fading a little.

Tiffany shook her head, her pigtails flicking about. She wanted to join, but didn't think it would involve anything like this! Kelly backhanded her across the face, making her grunt in pain, before grabbing at Tiffany's hair and pulling on it, to force Tiffany to look up at her. She was wearing a cheerleader's outfit, black with yellow trim, the short skirt showing off her toned legs, top tight around her breasts. All the other cheerleaders were similar, except in bright pink and white.

From somewhere out of sight, she heard an unnerving tearing sound, as tape was unrolled. She struggled again, trying to fight free, but the grasping hands were too strong, keeping her bent into the hogtie.

'If you're a good, sweet and obedient girl, then this will be nice. It might even be fun. But if you're bratty or disobedient, then we'll have to do some work to shape you into a proper cheerleader. Just like all the other girls.'

Tiffany felt tape getting wrapped around her wrists, binding them to each other behind her back, the tape pulling at her skin as she moved. It went around her arms, then down to her hands, locking them into tight and powerless fists. More went around her legs, taping them together, before looping up around her arms, sealing her into a hogtie. There was barely any slack in the tie - when the hands released her, she started wriggling around, hearing the tape snap and crinkle, but it didn't feel like it would break.

She wriggled more, falling off the bench onto the tiled floor of the changing rooms. Kelly stepped down onto her, a shoe pressing into her back and pinning her in place. She couldn't even bend her neck enough to look up at Kelly, just seeing a range of long legs and white shoes.

'We'll come and get you after practice.' She stamped down onto Tiffany's buttocks, before using her shoe to flip up Tiffany's skirt. 'You won't be needing those.' The woman bent over and hooked her fingers around the band of Tiffany's thong, pulling on the material so it ground against Tiffany's slit, before giving it a savage yank. It snapped, Kelly pulling it from Tiffany's body - she shivered, feeling suddenly exposed.

'Girls, you know what to do.'

Hands grabbed at her body, lifting her up without much care, and she heard metal squeak as the crate was opened. Material suddenly covered her head and face, soft leather, scent of other people's sweat and tears as something blinded her.

'Nppphhh!' She didn't like cramped, dark spaces! Tiffany tried to twist around, but had no leverage to fight back, the tape holding her body in the hogtie. She could imagine the dark space of the crate reaching towards her, bare and brutal metal, just barely big enough to take her body as she was shoved inside. Fingers fumbled between her thighs, fumbling into her dry pussy, making her yelp as she was pushed open, making tears come to her eyes. She felt something get shoved into her, plastic rubbing against her dry walls.

'Get her warmed up for the rest of the initiation.'

It stirred into low and fitful life, before a strip of tape went over her pussy, sealing it in. When she tried to shake and twist her thighs, trying to twist around and escape, she could feel the tape pulling on her skin, but without releasing.

The door shut, a lock clicking into place, sealing her into darkness. The vibrator stirred her up, starting to draw moisture into her pussy. The leather hood had nose slits so she could breath, but she could feel her tears soaking into the leather.

She felt the box get moved over uneven ground, jolting and bumping around. It was unpadded metal, making it painful even to rest, the material hard against her body, the jolting exacerbating her pain. The vibe had been buzzing away constantly, stirring her up and teasing her, making her thighs hot and sticky, the inside of the box clammy and too warm. Her legs were aching from being bent back for so long, her knees sore from how they had been pressed against the metal, and all she could smell was other people's sweat. Is this what they did to everybody? Had all the other cheerleaders been hazed like this?

She felt the box pick up speed, a terrifying moment of powerlessness as it got faster and faster, bracing herself for impact. Where was she? What was going on? The inside of the crate was so cramped that she couldn't even kick against the walls or twist around to try and stand up, and anyone outside couldn't hear her gagged and muted protests.

The crate slowed to a stop, before getting shoved forward again, then bumped downwards, before getting dumped downwards. Something smacked against the crate, the echoes making Tiffany jump - what was happening? She wanted to join the sorority, but hadn't thought there would be hazing like this.

The vibrator buzzed inside of her, refusing to budge no matter how much she clenched and tightened her thighs. She tensed and flexed, trying to make it peel away, feeling it sticking to her skin, pulling at it, and making her glad she shaved her legs. It had been wrapped in multiple layers, making it impossible to shift. The box was getting hotter now, the surfaces getting slippery with her sweat. Did they do this to everybody? She hadn't joined the cheer squad until later then most of the others.

Metal creaked as the box was opened, blessedly cooler air kissing against her skin. She squealed from behind her hood and gag, wanting the dirty leather removed from her head.

Hands grabbed her underneath her armpits and around her legs, lifting her up. She was powerless to resist, and didn't want to struggle too much and get dropped. Although even being passive, she was still suddenly lowered, making her stomach lurch before she was put to rest on a cold, stone floor, her belly, breasts and legs getting robbed of their heat.

Before she could recover herself, she was dragged upwards again, more hands pulling at the tape around her legs, painfully pricking and peeling off her skin. She couldn't tell how many people were carrying her, but there seemed to be no shortage of hands pinching and plucking at her skin. Having her arms free took the strain off her elbows, but then she felt her arms get pulled wide, soft leather going around her wrists. She heard metal click, before her body was lowered, more leather going around her ankles.

Just as she got her balance, something pulled on her wrists and ankles, pulling her into a standing spreadeagle, arms and legs spread wide.

'Mmmpphh!'

A hand slapped her on the ass. 'The aspirant should be quiet and respectful towards full sisters.' It was Kelly's voice, but even colder than normal. She spoke again, louder now. 'The aspirant shall face the judgement of her elders clad only in nature.'

Scissors snipped, metal brushing her skin, and she felt the already-skimpy material of her cheerleading outfit fall away, swiftly leaving her naked except for the hood. She tried pulling on whatever was keeping her in place, but the restraints were tight, keeping her locked in position.

Cords flicked against her backside, leaving several throbbing lines of pain.

'If the aspirant wishes to be successful, she should learn to submit.'

Tiffany managed to force herself to relax, despite her position, feeling the shame of exposure creep over her body. She liked cheerleading and showing off her body, but not quite this much! And not to women!

'The trial will now begin.' A hand grabbed at Tiffany's head, yanking off the hood.

Wherever she was, it was dark, lit only by soft candlelight, illuminating a heavy metal portal in front of her. She could hear movement, but when she tried to look around, cords struck her, down her back this time, and she turned back, after catching a glimpse of a larger, dark chamber, dark-robed figures loitering in the shadows.

'The aspirant must face the portal of judgement. If she succeeds, she shall join the lowest rank of the sorority. If she fails, then the punishment shall be severe. Does the aspirant agree to this judgement?'

She felt the whip or whatever was being used on her stroke down her back, and shivered, although it was only a gentle touch this time. But she wanted to join the sorority! She nodded her head, trying to grunt out a response through the foam ball.

Silk touched against her from behind, a hand brushing against her bare back, reaching around and into her mouth, compressing then pulling the ball partially out, so that Tiffany could push it out the rest of the way with her tongue. It fell out, hitting the ground with a wet splat.

On either side of the portal were two oversized statues, rough and shaggy humanoids, hands reaching forward as though to grab her, with massive, erect cocks, pointing directly at her.

'We are a sisterhood, bound by truth and secrets.' Another blow struck across her buttocks, just as the throbbing pain from the first strike was starting to fade, reigniting the pain.

'Owww!'

'A member must be willing to endure pain and degradation to protect the ancient secrets of our sisterhood.' Another crack of the cords, Tiffany this time managing to bite her lip to avoid gasping in pain. 'Will the aspirant keep the secrets of the order through fire, darkness and torment?'

The whip-cords cracked again, streaking across her back. Had everyone gone through this? The pain was increasing, slashes-atop-slashes, her pussy still getting teased by the vibrator.

'Yes!' She managed to gasp out, as a hand touched her back, nails scraping down her tenderized flesh, making her groan and gasp again.

'The aspirant must be tested.' She felt nailed fingers between her legs, probing at her slit, a finger teasing against her folds. 'Failure will be... unpleasant. Does the aspirant consent?' Kelly's voice dropped, a low whisper straight into Tiffany's ear. 'After all, we wouldn't do anything you don't want. Will you be a good girl and consent?'

'I consent!' Although it was hard ignoring the pain down her back and across her buttocks.

Kelly purred at her. 'Good girl. Now, we will begin.' Nail raked down her back again, before the whip-cords lashed upwards, between her legs, striking between her forcibly-spread legs, just barely missing her pussy. She couldn't evade at all, her limbs held by the cuffs.

'The aspirant must answer honestly and swiftly. Failure will be punished.' The whip cracked against her thighs again, this time one cord hitting her pussy-lips, making her squeal. 'As will unnecessary noises. You will address me as chapter-mistress. Failure will also be address.' The cords struck her back, full-force now, making her grunt in pain. 'When the chapter-mistress addresses the aspirant, they will respond.'

'Yes, chapter-mistress!'

'Good. Is the aspirant a virgin?' The whip brushed against her back again, making her shiver in pain, acutely aware of her naked vulnerability, feeling a bone-deep flush creeping over her entire body.

'No...'

'How many men have used your body?'

'Just... Just one!'

'And how did you allow yourself to be used?' Leather poked against her buttocks, parting them, getting close to her butthole. 'Here?' It pushed between her legs, against her wet slit. 'Here? Or did you use your mouth?'

'My vagina, and... and my mouth.' She still remembered the taste of him, the nasty taste of cum flooding into her mouth. 'Owww!' The whip-cords cracked. 'Chapter-mistress!'

'Remember your place, aspirant. You are not yet one of us. You are the lowest of the low here, and must prove yourself. You will belong to the sorority, body and soul. You should have been more generous with your favors. For this, you will be punished. Ten strokes. And the aspirant with thank the chapter-mistress for each.'

Pain flared against her buttocks, and she bit her lip in pain. 'Owww! Thank you, chapter-mistress!' More strikes flicked against her buttocks and back, before changing angle to wrap around her body, hitting her breasts. After each, she managed to find the strength to thank Kelly, focusing on one of the oversized cocks pointing at her, trying to ignore the pain. How long would the marks take to heal? She didn't want to go out and perform with her skin marked up!

The final strike was up between her legs, striking her right on the pussy, knocking the breath from her, her vision hazing for a moment, and she only barely managed to choke out the words.

'The aspirant's body meets the requirements to join the sorority.'

When a hand touched Tiffany, she shivered, but this time it was gentle, nails stroking over her body, coming up and cupping a breast, before nails pinched into her erect nipple, hard and cruel. 'Will the aspirant give her body to us?'

The nails continued to press hard on her nipple, crushing and tormenting the sensitive flesh, Kelly still unseen except for her hand. Tiffany tried to shake her off, but couldn't move, the position spreading her limbs out, Kelly apparently determined to torture her flesh.

'Yes, chapter-mistress! Please!' The pain was sinking into her flesh, white-hot and urgent, but she couldn't do anything other than accept it.

'As the aspirant has allowed herself to be sullied, then she will be accepted only as a prospective member, subject to on-going review.'

Another vicious strike arced between her legs, getting her right on the pussy, making her gasp in pain, Kelly letting go of her tit, the release of pressure causing another flare of pain as blood returned to the crushed flesh.

'I will undertake your supervision personally. To ensure that the aspirant is worthy, and doesn't do anything to bring shame to the sorority.'

Tiffany felt fingers push between her legs, two fingers pushing into her slit, now so wet that they penetrated easily into her. She felt her walls contract around the fingers, trying to suck them deeper into herself.

'The aspirant appears to be loose and slutty. She will be monitored to judge her character. For now, the aspirant will remain here, that she may think about her past behavior.'

She heard the faint rustle of leather, and tried to protest, but then the leather hood was pulled back over her head, blinding her again.

'A good aspirant will remain quiet. Should she fail, then punishment will be swift, and she may be deemed unsuitable.' The fingers pushed and twisted inside of her, and she could feel the heat building up, wetness gushing over the fingers, Tiffany's head rocking back and forth, desperate for release.

Then they pulled out, and she felt her own juices getting wiped against her buttocks, leaving her unfulfilled. The vibrator was still inside of her, although the buzzing was nowhere near enough to get her off. She whined through the hood, wanting some release, then gasped as her backside was slapped, hard.

'Behave, and I might consider you for full membership. Keep complaining, and things will be worse for you.'

Tiffany sagged in her restraints, wanting to be accepted, but also wanting to cum. She could hear footsteps and movement - how many people had been watching her? Had everyone seen her naked and spread? But she was hooded again, and couldn't see!