Slave Girls of Alpha Beta Delta

Chapter 1

It was a crisp, sunny fall day as Jenny Baker walked through the gates of Bowmore College for her first day as a college student. She was nervous, excited, and a little intimidated as she joined the throngs of young people crisscrossing the campus.

Jenny had always been shy and quiet, like her mother, who had been born in Tokyo. At 19, Keiko--that was Jenny's mother's name--had rebelled against her restrictive upbringing and fled to Hawaii, where she worked as a waitress in a cafe. It was there that she met Jenny's father, Robert Baker, an army officer. They were married when Keiko was just 20, and Jenny was born a year later.

As is typical for an army family, the Bakers moved around a lot--to Holland, Italy, Panama, the Philippines. Because of this, Jenny had never really felt at home anywhere, and that was one reason that she was so shy. Another was that by the time Jenny's family finally settled in Houston, Texas so she could attend high school, she was entering her awkward teenage years. Gawky and rail-thin, with braces and thick glasses, lacking a fashion sense, Jenny became the target of her classmates' mockery.

Stung by the cruelty, Jenny withdrew even further into herself, spending all her time reading and studying. She was a top student throughout her high school years, which did nothing to make her more popular. Certain that she was dreadfully ugly, Jenny had stopped looking in the mirror altogether, and thus was unaware that in the intervening years she'd become strikingly beautiful. The braces had come off and the glasses had been replaced by contacts, revealing her big, luminous brown eyes. The skinny girl had developed into a lithe, athletic young woman with long, lustrous black hair, a perfect oval face, C-cup breasts, a narrow waist, and wide, provocative hips.

All who laid eyes on her as she made her way to her first college class saw a ripe, exotic beauty on the cusp of womanhood--she had turned 18 just the week before--but Jenny still thought of herself as an undesirable misfit. She was oblivious of the lustful looks that followed her as she picked her way carefully through the crowd, head down except when she needed to orient herself. Jenny had had exactly one sexual experience in her life, and it had not been a good one. By the time Jenny was a senior in high school, it had not escaped the attention of the boys in her class that Jenny's body has begun to blossom, but no one knew how to talk to her. Finally one of the more popular boys, much to her surprise, asked Jenny to the prom, and she accepted.

Jenny had never been on a date before, never been kissed, and knew very little of sex. In her conservative household, masturbation was not discussed; Jenny had a vague idea that it existed, but that was all. She rarely thought about boys, which made her wonder, because the other girls her age seemed to think of nothing else. Determined to do well at the prom, Jenny bought an expensive dress, took dancing lessons, and had her hair intricately styled. And the prom itself had gone well; Jenny's classmates treated her respectfully for once, and some of the other boys even appeared to be envious of her date.

But after the prom had been a different story. The class had gathered in a local park to celebrate the occasion. Jenny's date drank heavily, and she herself was even persuaded to drink a couple of beers, which she was totally unaccustomed to. Soon Jenny's date pulled her off into some bushes and began to aggressively grope her. Thinking that this was just what happened at the prom, Jenny put up no resistance. Next thing she knew, Jenny's date had pulled off her panties and mounted her right there on the muddy ground. The act itself was painful and quick, and afterward Jenny's date went to drink more with his friends, leaving her to her own devices. Her dress was ruined, and she couldn't find her panties; she ended up walking home alone, crying all the way, feeling dirty and used. Fortunately, she hadn't gotten pregnant, and she swore never to put herself in that kind of position again. But word had gotten around, and overnight Jenny had gone from being thought of as a wallflower to being thought of as a slut. She found out later that the boy had stolen her panties and waved them in front of his friends, bragging about having broken her cherry. Jenny was humiliated and thereafter avoided all contact with her classmates, going so far as to feign illness to avoid the last week of school.

By leaving Texas for New England, Jenny felt that she was starting life over. No one knew her here, and though she was still reserved, she walked with a certain confidence. She had chosen her outfit for the day--a silky blue blouse and medium-length black skirt--with care. She still didn't think she was attractive, but felt that at least she looked as good as it was possible for her to look. Coming to a crossroads, Jenny paused momentarily to get her bearings, and then she heard a voice behind her.

"Can I help you find something?"

Jenny swiveled to see who had spoken. It was a girl, blond and tall--at least 5 foot 10--with piercing blue eyes. She was gorgeous, with a model's face and physique, and Jenny was so amazed by her that it was a few seconds before she could stammer, "I...I'm looking for Garvin Hall."

The girl smiled--a wide, winning smile that showed a mouthful of perfect teeth. "This way," she said, and took Jenny by the arm. Jenny couldn't believe it. Was everyone here this nice? "My name's Kristin," said the blonde. "I'm a senior here."

"I'm Jenny."

"Nice to meet you, Jenny," said Kristin. "I take it you're a freshman?"

"Yup."

"Well, welcome to Bowmore." The two giggled girlishly, then Kristin pointed to her left. "That's Garvin right there. Good luck."

Jenny said thanks and started to walk away, but Kristin called out "Wait" and took a couple steps toward Jenny. "Jenny, I hope you don't mind my saying this, but I think you're an extremely beautiful girl. I belong to a sorority called ABD--Alpha Beta Delta--and we're always looking for quality freshmen. Would you consider pledging?"

Jenny was flabbergasted. "Um...well...sure, I guess."

"Great!" answered Kristin, flashing her sunny smile. "Wait a sec," she said, reaching into her backpack and producing a small card. "This tells you where and when. Promise I'll see you there?"

"Sure," said Jenny. "Thanks."

"OK." Kristin waved goodbye and strode purposefully away, leaving Jenny with her mouth hanging open. She inspected the card; it just said "Freshman Rush, ABD House," giving an address and a small map. The time was 7:00 that Friday night. Jenny pocketed it and, realizing that she was going to be late, scurried to the classroom.

 

Chapter 2

That evening, Jenny returned to her dorm room feeling exhausted but exhilarated. She switched on the light only to find a giant green suitcase blocking her way and someone she didn't know sleeping in her bed. "That must be my roommate," thought Jenny, and the figure stirred, awakened by the light.

"Hi," said the girl in the bed, sitting up and rubbing her eyes. She looked like no one Jenny had ever seen before, with coffee-colored skin, dark, curly hair, golden eyes, and high cheekbones. "I'm sleeping in your bed, aren't I? I was supposed to get here last night, but the car broke down, and then we got lost, and..." She yawned. "It was a nightmare. So when I finally got here and saw your bed all made up, I just couldn't help myself. I'm sorry. Can you forgive me?"

"Of course," said Jenny. "No problem."

"You're a sweetheart," said the girl, and jumped up from the bed, extending her hand. "My name's April."

"Jenny."

As April unpacked, the two girls got to know each other. April did most of the talking--filling Jenny in on her hometown, her family, her beliefs, her hopes, and her dreams. Like Jenny, April was biracial; her mother was African- American and her father was from India. Jenny mostly nodded her agreement and answered the occasional question, but by the time she was ready to call it a night, she felt like she had made a friend. As she cleaned out her pockets before changing into her pajamas, she found the card Kristin had given her and showed it to April. "A girl gave me this on campus today. She said I should pledge."

April's eyes got wide. "You know how I told you my older sister graduated from here? She told me that Alpha Beta Delta girls are the most popular on campus. You are so lucky."

"I'm not sure if I'm going."

"What do you mean? You have to go!"

"I'm kind of afraid," admitted Jenny. "Maybe..."

"What?"

"Maybe you'd go with me?"

"Am I invited?"

"Why wouldn't you be? Maybe if I see Kristin again I can ask her."

"Wow, ABD!" said April. "I am so excited! I just can't sit still any longer. I'm going for a walk, have a look around. Come with me?"

"I don't know, I was going to go to bed."

"Oh, come on, we'll make it quick. Please?"

"OK," said Jenny, and the girls donned their coats.

As they strolled under a canopy of colorful autumn trees, April asked Jenny, "So, you have a boyfriend?"

"No," said Jenny, flashing back to her prom experience with a shudder. "Do you?"

"I did," answered April. "Then I found out he was cheating on me with my best friend. You believe that? I mean sure, she's hot and all, but..." April shook her head. "Men are such jerks. I've been thinking about switching to girls."

Jenny stopped in her tracks. "What?"

"Just kidding," said April, and the two resumed walking, but April flashed a sly smile. "Maybe."

Jenny blushed bright red and they walked on in silence for a minute. But Jenny, despite being shy, was also curious. "I've always wondered, What...well...what do two girls do together?"

"Sweetie, you really have been sheltered, haven't you? They can lick each other...or use their hands...or there are toys..."

Jenny's prim and proper upbringing suddenly kicked in again. "I don't think we should be talking about this."

"It's OK."

"No, really, I don't want to. Please."

"So what should we talk about?" asked April.

"I don't know," said Jenny. "I should really be getting to bed anyway."

"Alright. I'm going to keep walking. I slept most of the day, so I'm not really tired. I'll see you in the morning."

"Good night," said Jenny.

"Good night," echoed her roommate.

Back in the room, Jenny put on her pajamas and brushed her teeth. As she brushed, she inspected herself in the mirror, for once taking some pleasure in the process. If Kristin thinks I'm beautiful, she thought, maybe I am beautiful. She smiled at her reflection and switched off the light.

As she slid into bed, an interesting smell hit her, something different, Exotic...and then she remembered, April had been sleeping here. This was her smell. Jenny had some strange dreams that night, dreams she felt vaguely guilty about in the morning, although she couldn't quite remember what had happened in them.

 

Chapter 3

Comparing notes in the morning, Jenny and April realized that they were heading out to the same class, Intro to European History. They decided to walk together, stopping at the cafeteria for tea and cereal bars. The morning was gray and drizzly, but by the time their class was over, the clouds had parted and a golden sun was shining over the campus.

As they stepped out of Barton Hall, Jenny spotted Kristin across the courtyard. She really stood out in a crowd. Not only was she tall, blond, and beautiful, but she had a glow about her, like the sun shone only on and for her. Jenny's stomach gave a funny little flutter as she exclaimed "That's the girl from ABD!" and pointed in Kristin's direction.

"Wow," answered April, "She's gorgeous."

The roommates walked in Kristin's direction, and as they approached she favored them with a dazzling smile. "Hi, Jenny!"

"Hi, Kristin. This is my roommate, April."

"Nice to meet you," said Kristin, and the two shook hands. "So Jenny, will we see you on Friday?"

"Sure," said Jenny, amazed at how eager Kristin was to have her attend.

"Great. And April--" Kristin's eyes moved up and down as she quickly sized up Jenny's roommate. "Why don't you come as well? I think you might be our kind of girl."

"I'd love to," said April, grinning enthusiastically.

"Awesome. Well, I need to get to class, but I look forward to seeing you guys there."

"Bye," said the roommates, and as soon as Kristin was out of sight, they excitedly hugged each other. For the rest of the week, all they thought and talked about was Friday night at ABD. What would it be like? What should they wear? Fortunately, since it was the first week of class, they didn't have a lot of homework to distract them from their speculations.

April tried on every outfit in her closet--and being very serious about fashion, she had brought quite a few--before settling on a simple black cocktail dress.  Jenny had far fewer clothes with her, and none that April deemed acceptable for this occasion, so they spent Wednesday and Thursday evenings scouring local thrift shops until they found a dark red dress that fit Jenny and was in good shape.

Checking herself out in the store mirror, Jenny was amazed at what she saw. The dress was low-cut and tight, showing off her curves to good effect. "I don't know," she said to her roommate. "Isn't it a little slutty?"

April shook her head vehemently. "You have to get this, Jen. This dress was made for you. You look amazing."

The girl behind the counter, a skinny redhead, spoke up to agree with April. "Your friend is right," she said. "If I could fill out that dress the way you do, I'd buy it in a second."

"Well..." said Jenny, turning around to see how her butt looked. "OK. I'll take it."

The girls celebrated that night by buying a bottle of champagne using April's fake ID. Jenny wasn't accustomed to drinking; the prom had been her first and last experience with alcohol. After one glass of champagne she felt giddy and elated, chatting animatedly as she gazed into April's glittering golden eyes. After two glasses she felt dizzy and extremely tired. She crawled into bed and lay back with her eyes half-open, listening to April tell a story about her ex-boyfriend.

Feeling sleep tug at her, Jenny thought how lucky she was to have gotten this wonderful girl as her roommate. April was so nice, so smart, so pretty...her eyes were so friendly, her lips so soft...Jenny felt like she wanted to kiss those lips. At that moment, if she'd had the energy, she would have stood up, walked over, and kissed April right on the lips. But she didn't. Instead she closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.

Chapter 4

After class the next day, Jenny and April returned to their room to get ready. The girls chattered excitedly as they fixed their hair and donned their dresses, double- and triple-checking themselves in the mirror after every step. April, who was good with makeup, helped Jenny, who wasn't. When they were done, Jenny looked her roommate up and down and felt sick with envy. April looked so stylish, so elegant; the little black dress really flattered her slim figure. "You look amazing," said Jenny quietly.

"So do you," answered April.

"No, I don't."

"Jenny, please. Trust me, you look fucking hot." She reached down and pinched Jenny on the ass. "Hot!"

Jenny blushed bright red and turned away shyly. "Thanks," she murmured.

"We should get going," said April. "Don't want to be late."

The girls followed their map to the north side of campus, walking about half a mile before turning left onto a path through a grove of maple trees. After a few hundred yards they came to a tall iron gate that stood open; to its left were the Greek letters for Alpha Beta Delta.

"Guess this is the place," said April.

Stepping through the gate they got their first glimpse of ABD House, which to Jenny looked more like a small palace than a house. It was a huge structure, four stories, at least 75 years old and covered with ivy. The girls were struck dumb with amazement at the sight of it, though April gave a low whistle to express her awe. Climbing the front steps to the expansive patio, they saw through the open door an enormous room filled with beautiful women. They stepped inside and Jenny felt her jaw go slack. The elaborately decorated room was like something out of a 19th century romance, with a huge fireplace crackling at the far end. And it was filled with a least a hundred gorgeous females of every color, shape, and size--well, except for fat ones; this was a sorority, after all.

April saw a girl she knew from one of her classes and went to chat with her. Jenny stood there feeling uglier by the second and was soon overcome with the urge to flee. She turned toward the door and would have made a run for it if she hadn't just then seen Kristin in a breathtaking purple dress. Seeing Jenny, the tall blonde broke into a wide smile and walked over. She took both of Jenny hands in hers and said, "Welcome, Jenny. I'm so glad you came." Looking into Kristin's warm blue eyes, Jenny immediately felt relaxed and at home. "Is your roommate here?" Jenny nodded in April's direction. "Good. Well, here's how it works. On the table over there is a signup sheet. Put your name down, and when it's your turn you'll be called into the sitting room over there." She pointed to the right. "You'll tell us a little about yourself, we'll ask you a few questions, and that's about it. In the meantime, just go ahead and mingle. There are snacks and drinks on the table by the fireplace, so help yourself. I've gotta go get ready, but I'll see you later, OK?"

Jenny nodded, and as Kristin walked away she found her eyes irresistibly drawn to the rear end swaying provocatively in the tight purple fabric. When Kristin was out of sight she found April and they added their names to the signup sheet, then walked over to the banquet table to drink punch and wait for their names to be called. April made conversation with a few of the girls who were milling about, and Jenny tried to participate, but she had a hard time staying focused. Her heart was pounding in anticipation of hearing her name called; she was going to be called into that room and judged, and she couldn't see how she was possibly going to measure up. She couldn't stop marveling at the beauty that surrounded her on every side. Blondes, brunettes, redheads; whites, blacks, Hispanics, Asians, Arabs--it was a veritable gallery of feminine perfection.

Classical music was playing through unseen speakers, and periodically the music would pause and a name would be called. When Jenny heard her own name she nearly fainted; she didn't think her legs would carry her where she was supposed to go. But then she saw Kristin standing in the doorway, still with that radiant smile, and she managed to put one foot in front of the other, turning briefly to acknowledge April's "Good luck."

At the door, Kristin took Jenny's hand and ushered her into a room where about a dozen girls--sorority members, Jenny assumed--sat around on couches and chairs. "Everybody, this is Jenny Baker," said Kristin, and there was a chorus of "Hello"s and "Hi, Jenny"s from the sisters. "Jenny, this is our membership committee."

Kristin led Jenny to a chair on the other side of the room, set apart from and facing the others, then returned to her own seat. "So Jenny, tell us a little bit about yourself."

Jenny swallowed nervously. "Well, I was born in Hawaii and went to high school in Houston. My mom's Japanese and my dad's in the Marines. And I'm really nervous cause you guys are all so gorgeous."

There was a light ripple of laughter through the crowd. "How do you like Bowmore so far?" asked Kristin.

"I love it," answered Jenny. "The campus is beautiful and everybody I've met has been really nice to me." She smiled at Kristin. "And my classes have been really interesting so far."

"What are you planning on studying?" asked one of other girls from the committee, a pale-skinned redhead.

"I'm not sure," said Jenny. "My dad wants me to study business administration and my mom thinks I should major in literature or art history. I guess I have time to take some different classes and figure it out."

"Now a personal question," said Kristin. "What's your idea of a good time?"

"Hmm, that's a tough one." Jenny's life hadn't been exactly filled with good times. "I don't know...I guess a night at the movies with friends." She could count on one hand the number of times she had actually done that, but it had always been fun.

The next question came from a girl toward the back with olive skin and short black hair. "Would you describe yourself as being open to new things?"

"Sure," said Jenny. That wasn't exactly true, but she wanted to be that type of person, and anyway she was sure that was what they wanted to hear. "I love to learn and experience new things."

"Great," said Kristin. "Thanks, Jenny. We have a lot of candidates to see, so that's all for now. We just need your picture and you can go." A blonde who could have been Kristin's sister, except shorter and with slightly darker hair, stepped forward with a camera and asked Jenny to stand up. She did so and smiled gamely for the lens, flinching slightly when the flash went off. After the girl with the camera took down Jenny's address for the sorority's records, Jenny headed for the door, taking a last look at Kristin, who winked and nodded conspiratorially.

April was coming in as she went out. The roommates locked eyes and Jenny whispered "Good luck" as they passed. Once the door was closed, Jenny headed straight for the big plate of cookies on the table and ate nervously until April emerged about five minutes later. They compared notes and decided they had been asked pretty much the same questions.

"It was kinda weird," said Jenny. "I mean how much can they learn about us from that?"

"I don't know," answered April. "But look at how many girls are here. No way they could spend a long time on every one of us." She shrugged her shoulders. "We'll see, I guess."

They were just about to leave when an authoritative voice called out "Ladies, your attention, please." The clamor of voices died down to a murmur, then ceased altogether. The crowd turned to face the voice's owner, which was a tall, dark-haired woman in a gray pinstriped business suit. "My name is Alexis White, and I'm the house manager here at Alpha Beta Delta. I'd like to thank you all for coming tonight."

Jenny craned her head to get a look at this new person. Alexis White was quite striking in a way, with chiseled features and alabaster skin, although she was dressed conservatively and her hair was pulled back in a severe bun.  She looked to be in her early thirties and projected an air of serene self- confidence. "As you can see, ABD is one of the more popular organizations on campus. However, we only accept ten incoming freshmen per year. Those of you who are chosen will be informed in writing by 10 A.M. on Monday. To the rest of you, I can only say that unfortunately we have to turn away many qualified candidates, and I wish you the best of luck in your time here at Bowmore." She nodded curtly, turned on her heel, and strode purposefully out of the room.

In the next few minutes the room started to empty out, except for a handful of girls whose names hadn't been called yet. Slipping one last chocolate chip cookie into her pocket, April took Jenny by the arm and led her through the front door. They stood on the front porch for a minute breathing the crisp autumn air and looking at the yellow crescent moon hanging in the sky. But they weren't dressed for the weather and soon began making their way home, walking briskly and huddled close for warmth.

 

Chapter 5

No weekend had ever felt as long to Jenny as that one did. She and April kept telling each other not to get their hopes up, that there was a lot of competition for the ten spots, that it didn't really matter anyway. Deep down they knew they were kidding themselves. They wanted to be chosen, and if they weren't it would be a major disappointment. And what if one was picked and not the other? How would they feel about that?

Saturday seemed to drag on forever, and Sunday was even worse. By early evening the girls were bouncing off the walls, so they decided to go to the movies. But they were restless and distracted and in the end didn't even stay for the whole movie. Instead they bought a big bottle of red wine and went back to their room.

Though neither one said anything, both April and Jenny were hoping they would come home to find a note, or a card, or a message spraypainted on their door telling them they were in. But there was nothing, so April popped the wine open, put on some James Brown, and started dancing around the room. Although Jenny was very shy about her dancing, after a few minutes and a glass of wine the infectious music got her up and moving as well. She danced stiffly at first, but after a couple songs and more wine she started to loosen up, moving her hips and dipping low to the floor.

April grinned at her roommate and moved closer. "Get on the Good Foot" was playing now, and she did a little bump and grind against Jenny, just to see what would happen. Jenny didn't seem to mind; in truth, she was feeling as happy and free as she'd ever felt in her life, just taking it easy here with her beautiful roommate.

The next song was a slow one, and April grabbed Jenny and held her close. Jenny first thought was of the prom, and for a second she felt panicky. But this was so much nicer. April was soft, and sweet, and smelled good--nothing like her asshole prom date. April's breasts were pressed against her own, and it felt wonderful. Next thing she knew April was kissing her.

For a moment the world dropped away and it was just the two of them, mouth to mouth, warm and wet and perfect. But then Jenny realized what was happening, all her years of programming kicked in, and she pulled away, averting her face. "I can't," she said, tears playing at the edges of her eyes. "It's not right. I just can't."

"Jen, it's OK," said April softly, reaching out to touch Jenny's shoulder.

"No," said Jenny, shaking her head and edging toward the door while avoiding eye contact. "I...I'm going for a walk. I'll be back later."

"Wait," said April, but it was too late. Jenny was out the door and gone.

She wandered aimlessly for miles, her mind a mass of conflicting emotions. What were these feelings she was having for her roommate? Was it love, or friendship, or some combination of the two? Was it just the need to feel close to someone, to have warmth and affection? If she'd been totally honest with herself, she would have acknowledged that there was an element of lust as well. But Jenny was a "good girl" and that meant denying any sexual feelings she had for another female, burying them deep inside where they could remain a shameful secret.

By the time she got back to the room April was asleep. Jenny crawled into bed and listened silently to the rhythm of her roommate's breathing. She herself couldn't sleep at all, so she let her mind wander as late night turned into early morning. The sun had just started to rise when she heard footsteps in the hall. Jenny looked up just in time to see something being slipped under the door.

She got out of bed and tiptoed over to the door. On the floor were two square envelopes, one with her name on it and one with April's. She picked them up and walked into the bathroom, closing the door behind her and turning on the light. She examined the envelopes nervously. Good news or bad news? She was afraid to find out, but on the other hand, what was the point of stalling? Jenny carefully opened the envelope with her own name on it and slid out the card inside. Drawing a deep breath, she flipped it over to look at the front.

"Congratulations, Jenny!" it said. "You have been chosen to join the incoming freshman class of Alpha Beta Delta. Please join us for the initiation ceremony this Friday at 8 PM. Come prepared to spend the night." A handwritten note underneath said, "I can't wait to see you there. ÐK."

Jenny exhaled loudly, feeling a sense of exaltation that was quickly replaced by anxiety as she considered April's envelope. After a few minutes of indecision she decided to open that one too, and if it contained bad news, she would flush both envelopes down the toilet and pretend the whole thing had never happened. That would be the right thing to do, but it turned out not to be necessary. April's card was identical to Jenny's except for the name and the absence of a note. Jenny immediately ran out of the bathroom and shook her roommate awake, shouting "We made it! We made it!"

It took the groggy April a few seconds to understand what Jenny was talking about, but once she did, she leapt up out of bed and the two girls bear-hugged while spinning excitedly in a circle. The previous night's incident was forgotten in a moment of pure joy, a moment that marked the beginning of an adventure that would change both of their lives.

 

Chapter 6

The night of the initiation, Jenny was so nervous she felt sick to her stomach. At one point she thought she was actually going to throw up, but nothing happened. She wondered why she was so much more nervous this time. Maybe because the first time it hadn't quite seemed real to her; now she had a picture in her mind of who and what she was dealing with. Her desire to fit in and impress her new sorority sisters, and her fear that she wouldn't be able to do it, had been making her anxious all week. Now, with the moment of truth approaching, it was getting worse by the minute.

Meanwhile, April was scrambling to get Jenny's dress ready. As a sort of peace offering she had offered to use her sewing skills to make some alterations to the dark red dress. She figured that without too much trouble she could make it seem like a different outfit, and that way Jenny could avoid paying for new clothes. But the changes she was making had turned out to be more complicated than she thought, and as six o'clock came and went she was still sewing away.

By 6:30, though, April was finished sewing, Jenny's stomach had settled down a bit, and the girls began bustling about to get themselves ready. Jenny returned to the bathroom to get dressed while April slipped into the strapless dark green number she had picked out for herself. Then April made some final adjustments to Jenny's dress, teased her hair for a minute, and stood back to evaluate her handiwork. It was the same girl, and the same dress, but she looked like a different person. The altered dress really showed off Jenny's cleavage and was very tight around her butt. April smiled slyly to herself; a perverse part of her took great pleasure in making this sweet, innocent, repressed girl look like a bit of a tramp.

For her part, Jenny was envious of her roommate's ability to pull herself together so easily. It always seemed like April threw on a dress, tugged at a hem here and moved a strap there, spent 10 minutes on hair and makeup, and looked like a million dollars. Jenny thought that if she wanted to, she would be a supermodel someday.

At 7:30 the girls grabbed their overnight bags and retraced their steps of the previous week to Alpha Beta Delta. At the door they were greeted by a cute, slim girl with brown hair and glasses who led them to an enormous formal dining room at the back of the building. She pointed out their placecards, which were toward one end of a very long and narrow table, and returned to wait for the next arrival. The table was already almost full, and by talking to their neighbors Jenny and April gathered that the ten freshmen were all seated at their end of the table, five on one side and five on the other.

In the next few minutes the rest of the places at the table filled up except for the single chairs at either end. At that point Kristin appeared through a side doorway and nodded to the girl with glasses, who was standing in one corner. From her angle Jenny could just make out that she returned to the front door, swung it closed, and folded down a big, heavy inside bar that would make sure it stayed closed. They were in for the night now, Jenny thought. Her heart was beating fast as Kristin sat down in the open chair farthest from them, way at the other side. The atmosphere in the room was very charged; something very important was happening here, though it was hard to say exactly what.

Then, in the doorway through which Kristin had entered, another figure appeared: Alexis White, looking somewhat less severe than she had the week before. She was wearing a formal, fairly conservative black gown and her hair, while not in a bun this time, was still up in an elegant style with not a strand out of place. Jenny studied her as she swept into the room and headed for the last empty chair. She had a quiet authority about her, the demeanor of someone who's used to being in charge and comfortable with it. Her posture was perfect and every detail of her attire was impeccable.

Arriving at the head of the table, Miss White (as Jenny would soon learn to call her) motioned for everyone to stand. She picked up the half-full wine glass waiting at her place and everyone else followed suit. "To our new arrivals," she said, and there was general clinking of glasses and sipping of wine. When it died down she asked the company to be seated.

"I'd like to personally welcome to Alpha Beta Delta house our incoming freshmen: Sofia, Maura, Jenny, Rebecca, Isabel, Maia, April, Jessica, Angela, and Rachel." She rattled off the names without a pause, like they were a poem that she knew by heart. "ABD is a sisterhood with a long and distinguished history here at Bowmore, and to tell you about it, here is this year's sorority president, Kristin Thompson."

There was loud applause as Kristin stood, looking intimidatingly gorgeous in a simple white dress. "I would also like to toast the freshmen," she said, and there was another round of clinking and drinking. "We have a particularly promising crop this year, I think. No offense to you sophomores, of course." It seemed to Jenny that Kristin was looking directly into her eyes as she said this. Was she, or did she just have the gift of making everyone think she was looking at them?

"Alpha Beta Delta was founded in 1927 as a way for the women of Bowmore to support and encourage each other. There were far fewer of them then than there are now, of course. And things have changed a lot, for the better. But even today, academia presents a unique set of challenges for women, and ABD offers you a place to grow as a person in a safe atmosphere while you develop your mind through your studies.

"Oh, and we have a lot of fun, too. My experience here has been incredible, and I know yours will be too. Miss White?"

"Thank you, Kristin," said Alexis White. "Now I need to talk seriously to the freshmen." She scanned the eager young faces to her left and right. "Our conduct here at ABD is governed by three sacred oaths that every member must adhere to. The first is the Oath of Loyalty. We take the idea of sisterhood very seriously, and by taking this oath, you pledge to support and respect every other member of Alpha Beta Delta, and to place the needs of the group above your own. Are there any questions?"

As she asked this, she looked directly at Jenny, who was momentarily startled. She realized that she had been staring, transfixed, into Alexis White's eyes, which were unlike any she had ever seen. They were a cool, steely gray flecked with bits of cobalt blue; the overall effect was of a powerful intelligence that exuded a strange mixture of kindness and cruelty. She felt, immediately, that she would do anything for this woman, would go to any lengths to please her. She shook her head to say no, no questions--I understand completely.

Miss White looked around at all the freshmen, who were likewise shaking their heads or murmuring "No."

"Good," she continued. "To make it official, each one of you starting at my left will say in a loud, clear voice, ÔI understand and accept the Oath of Loyalty.'"

Beginning with Maia, a honey blonde who looked too young to be in college, each freshman girl repeated the phrase. When Jenny's turn came, her voice shook at first, but she gathered her will and by the time she got to "Oath of Loyalty" her tone was firm and decisive.

When all ten had taken the oath, Miss White nodded and went on. "We also place a very high value on privacy. In a man's world, women rarely get the space they need, either physically or psychologically. Alpha Beta Delta is a place for us, and for that reason, we swear never to discuss our business with outsiders. What goes on inside these walls, or between sisters wherever they are, remains between us. Is that clear?"

There was a general assent. "Now repeat, ÔI understand and accept the Oath of Secrecy.'" Again, each girl in turn repeated the phrase. Jenny, this time, spoke up without hesitation. As she did so she glanced over at April, who was looking very serious. When April's turn came she gazed thoughtfully into her roommate's eyes, as if swearing the oath to her personally.

"Now, our final oath is one that some people have trouble with," said Alexis White gravely. "But it forms an important part of our tradition. You need to understand that Alpha Beta Delta is not a democracy. We have a hierarchy that is strictly adhered to. The seniors are at the top, then the juniors, then the sophomores. You will be at the bottom, and some of you may find this difficult to deal with. But remember that every year you move up, and eventually you will find yourself on top.

"This oath is the Oath of Obedience, and it means that when someone above you instructs you to do something, you will do it quickly, fully, and without hesitation. Failure to do so will result in punishment at the discretion of the offended party. If you feel you have been mistreated, you can always come to me. But keep in mind that if I feel your complaint is trivial, I may impose a punishment on top of that already given. My decisions on these matters are final and cannot be appealed.

"Think hard before taking the Oath of Obedience, because it is no laughing matter. If you don't think you can do it, speak up now and the Sergeant-at- Arms will escort you to the door. In that case, we simply ask that you abide by the oaths you've already taken and not discuss what has happened here with anyone."

There was a minute of solemn silence as the ten freshmen thought over the significance of Miss White's words. Then, at last, she turned to Maia and said evenly, "When you're ready."

Maia gulped and slowly intoned, "I understand and accept the Oath of Obedience." Next up was Angela, a black girl with darker skin than April's and long, straight hair. Her wide brown eyes scanned all around the table before she said the words. Then it was Jenny's turn.

Every sober instinct told Jenny to get out of there--that the devil was at work here and she should get out while she could. But she couldn't do it. She couldn't walk away from April, from Kristin, from Miss White, from the panoply of beauty that surrounded her. All eyes were on Jenny as she wrestled inwardly, sipping her wine as a delaying measure. When she looked up, it was to meet the calm, confident gaze of Alexis White. There was no way that she could disappoint this woman. "ÔI understand," she said, "and accept the Oath of Obedience."

Immediately upon saying the words, she felt a sense of warmth and peace. It was obedience, she realized, that would set her free. By surrendering herself to whatever happened, she would come to know herself. She looked down the table at Kristin, whose luminous face glowed like an ember in the dim light, then at April, whose golden eyes were two torches. Jenny smiled to herself. This was where she belonged.

After Jenny, the oath went around the table quickly. It was as if the others, seeing her accept the idea, lost any doubts they might have had. When the last girl, Sofia, had repeated the oath in her Italian accent, Alexis White smiled. It was a smile that lit up the room, and at the same time was suggestive of a shark about to devour its prey. "Excellent," she said, looking around approvingly at the newest members of Alpha Beta Delta. "Now we can begin."

 

Chapter 7

Kristin stood up and walked around the table to stand next to Miss White. They were a vision together, the brunette in black and the blonde in white. There was a new look on Kristin's face now, one that Jenny recognized. It was, she realized, a look she had seen on her dog around mealtime: that of appetite about to be fulfilled. "Freshmen, you will now stand," she said, and they obeyed.

"Sophomores, take your positions," Kristin continued, and ten girls rose as one. They shuffled around until each one was standing behind one of the freshmen. "Now," said Kristin, and each sophomore produced a blindfold and covered the eyes of the girl in front of her. As her sight was taken away, Jenny felt a strange combination of sensations: a twinge of fear, and a slight tickle between her legs.

The sophomore behind her took her by the hand and led her away from the table. They walked in silence for a minute, a procession of twenty young women followed by the rest of the sisters, and finally by Alexis White. They went, it seemed, down a cold, dark hallway. Then they emerged into a somewhat brighter area. When they stopped, Jenny felt herself being turned in a particular direction, then a pleasant wave of heat on her back.

She heard Kristin's voice again. "Sophomores, stand down." The girl who had led her there moved away, and Jenny was in her own private darkness. Alexis White spoke.

"A very special part of our tradition here is the relationship between the seniors and the freshmen. Each senior picks a freshman whom she will mentor throughout the year. In return, the freshman serves that senior's needs to the fullest of her ability."

Kristin gave another order. "Juniors, prepare the initiates."

There was a sound of footsteps and rustling fabric as the juniors moved into position, and then Jenny felt a new set of hands of her. They unzipped her dress, pulled the straps off her shoulders, and lowered it around her ankles. Jenny obediently stepped out of it. The hands unbuckled and removed her bra, taking liberties with her as they did so. Jenny felt her nipples stiffen as the hands cupped her breasts and slid down her sides to her hips, where they crept under the waistband of her panties and began to push them down her legs. Again Jenny meekly allowed herself to be stripped, scarcely believing what was happening to her.

Next thing she knew, the hands were roughly grabbing her wrists and pulling them behind her back. A cord of soft fabric--she guessed silk--was wrapped around her wrists, rendering her helpless as well as naked. She felt the warmth of a body against her, breasts pressing against her back. The hands moved around in front of her, sliding across her hipbones and into her pubic hair. They dove quite boldly between her legs, stroking her inner thighs and briefly exploring the burgeoning wetness between them. Jenny wanted the hands to penetrate her and never stop, and at the same time she was mortified at her own wantonness. But just like that they were gone, and Jenny bit her lip in quiet frustration.

Then the hands applied gentle pressure to her shoulders, indicating that she was to kneel, and she complied. There were footsteps as the girl who had undressed her walked away. She would never know who it was that had violated her.

"Beautiful," said Miss White, in a whisper that was only audible because it was so quiet in the room. Then, more loudly, she announced, "Kristin, as president, the first choice is yours."

"Thank you, Miss White," answered Kristin, and Jenny heard her heels clacking on the wood floor as she circled the group of kneeling, naked girls. Jenny's heart was pounding; she wanted desperately for Kristin to choose her, but dared not hope for such a fortunate outcome. It was silent except for the sound of Kristin's shoes for what seemed like forever, until finally Jenny felt her blindfold being slipped off and blinked momentarily in the restored light. Kristin was standing over her, smiling down benevolently. In her hand was a black studded collar, which she ceremoniously fastened around Jenny's neck. She then attached a leather leash to the collar and went to stand behind Jenny, who despite the strangeness of the situation beamed at being so chosen.

"Kate, you're next," said Miss White, and a pale redhead with sparkling green eyes stepped forward with an identical collar in her hands. Jenny examined the line of bound freshmen extending to her left and right. April was all the way at one end, and knowing that her roommate couldn't see her, Jenny drank in all the details of her naked body. Her breasts were slightly smaller than Jenny's own, but firm and high and capped by dark brown nipples. A neat patch of black curls covered her pubis and disappeared between her coffee-colored legs.

As Kate inspected the remaining girls, Jenny looked around the room. It was the same large room in which they'd waited for their names to be called the preceding week. The heat on her back was from the roaring fireplace, which made the kneeling girls reasonably comfortable despite their nudity. A magnificent chandelier hung far above their heads, and a large bronze statue of the Three Graces stood in one corner. She had been too nervous to notice these details before, Jenny realized, but now she felt amazingly calm.

She turned her attention back to Kate, who seemed now to have made up her mind. Jenny's heart soared as the redhead leaned over April, removing her blindfold and repeating the same motions with the collar and leash. Jenny wanted badly to look into April's eyes, to see what she was feeling, but for some reason she felt that she shouldn't. They were to be separated now, at least for the time being.

One by one the seniors stepped forward and made their choices. One by one the freshmen were allowed to see the scene around them, to understand that they were now, in a sense, property. The final pairing consisted of Corinne, a senior who looked like she could have been Alexis White's daughter, and Maura, a red-haired freshman who looked like--and was, in fact--Kate's younger sister.

"Alright," said Miss White, "juniors and sophomores, you are dismissed." The twenty girls filed out dutifully. "Seniors," she continued, "these freshmen are yours to do with as you please. Good night."

 

Chapter 8

Once Miss White had left the room, Kristin helped Jenny to her feet and led her into the hallway, walking briskly and pulling Jenny along by her leash. They climbed four sets of stairs in silence before finally coming to a heavy wooden door, which Kristin opened and guided the younger girl through.

Kristin's room was huge, more like a hotel suite than a dorm room. Two walls were occupied by large windows, and through them there was a wonderful view of the campus. A full moon hung in the sky, dusting the room with cool gray light. Kristin dropped the leash and walked over to the far corner. "One of the perks of being president," she said, nodding. "Room with a fireplace."

She began to build a fire as Jenny stood there shivering, partly because it was cold, and partly because of the strange mixture of fear and anticipation she was feeling. Here she was, naked and tied at the mercy of a girl, after all, she barely knew. She had no idea what Kristin had in store for her. Images flashed through her head of things she might be forced to do--things that, deep down, she hoped she *would* be forced to do.

Once the fire was crackling, Kristin walked over and took Jenny in her arms, rubbing her sides to warm her up. Jenny nearly fainted from pleasure at the feeling of Kristin's warm body pressed against hers. She smelled wonderful, and because she was so much taller than Jenny, her breasts were against Jenny's neck; they felt hot, much hotter than body temperature.

When she was satisfied that Jenny was warm, Kristin led her over to the bed and had her sit. Then she crouched down in front of the freshman and looked into her lovely eyes, wide with an endearingly innocent confusion. "Jenny, you have no idea how I've looked forward to this moment. Ever since the first moment I laid eyes on you, I've wanted you. I pretended to think about my choice earlier just to be dramatic. I knew all along that it would be you. I think you're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen, and the more I get to know you, the more I like you. We're going to have a lot of fun together this year."

She leaned forward and kissed Jenny on the mouth, hard. Unlike with April, Jenny didn't resist. Somehow the fact that she was a servant, that she had no choice, made it OK. Far from resisting, she kissed back eagerly, and before she knew it her tongue and Kristin's were doing a little dance inside their joined mouths. Jenny's nipples tingled and her sex moistened. This was so bad--and so good.

After several long minutes, Kristin broke off the kiss and pushed Jenny onto her back on the bed, her bound hands beneath her. She straddled the freshman and leaned down to push her tongue into one ear, then the other. Jenny squirmed delightfully under her. She licked her way down Jenny's neck, grinning to herself because she could smell the evidence of the younger girl's arousal. Kristin wanted to take this slow, but she was being overcome by lust now. She wrapped her hands around Jenny's breasts and began to eagerly devour them, sucking and then biting down on each nipple in turn.

Jenny gasped. Kristin's warm, wet mouth on her nipple was exquisite in a way that made tears form in Jenny's eyes, and when she bit down, the mixture of pain and pleasure made the tears start to flow. Kristin kissed her way down to her captive's navel, sticking her tongue into it as her hands held Jenny's hips. Then she nuzzled her nose into Jenny's pubic hair, savoring the musky scent that was emanating from underneath. She wanted badly to dive right in, but she decided that Jenny needed to wait a little longer. So she ran her tongue along Jenny's hips and down the outsides of her thighs, and when finally she couldn't stand it a second longer, she put her hands on Jenny's knees and spread her legs as far as they would go.

Jenny closed her eyes and arched her back. She couldn't believe what was happening to her. A little voice inside her was telling her that this was terribly, terribly wrong; but it was drowned out by the screaming desire of the animal within her that Kristin had awakened. She knew that what was about to happen was a terrible sin...and she wanted it more than she'd ever wanted anything in her life.

Kristin looked up at Jenny's face; the eyes were closed in bliss, the mouth in a perfect "O." She ran her finger across the surface of Jenny's slit; it made a sweet little squishing sound. Jenny was incredibly wet; the juice was running down the insides of her thighs, so Kristin leaned over and tasted it. Jenny groaned and went stiff.

Kristin adjusted her position so that she was kneeling on the floor between Jenny's legs, which she pulled up onto her shoulders. She teased the younger girl for as long as she could tolerate by kissing and nibbling her inner thighs before finally opening Jenny with her tongue.

When Jenny yelled "Oh my God!", it was the first time she'd spoken since taking the Oath of Obedience. The world disappeared for her now. Everything was pure white light as Kristin stuck her tongue deeper into Jenny's pussy, then ran it gently across her clitoris. Jenny shook and moaned. Kristin tasted every inch of her, returning now and then to lick, then bite, her engorged clit.

Kristin stretched the process out for as long as she could, and when Jenny finally came--was it five minutes later, or five hours?--it was apocalyptic. She screamed and howled and called for Jesus. But Kristin didn't let up. The best thing about being a girl, she reflected, is multiple orgasms. Using all of her considerable skill, she made Jenny come three more times--each time with more and louder histrionics--before crawling into the bed beside her. She untied Jenny's hands and pulled a sheet up over the two them. Kristin gazed down into the moonlit beauty of the face beside her. Sweet little Jenny, utterly exhausted by the pleasure she'd experienced, was fast asleep.

 

Chapter 9

When Jenny awoke, bright sunlight was streaming in through the windows. She yawned and stretched contentedly; she felt happy, relaxed, and gloriously free. She looked over at Kristin sleeping next to her, still in the previous night's white dress, and a wave of affection swept over her as she remembered the pleasure Kristin had given her. Suddenly she was struck with an impulse: She would return the favor. It was only fair, after all.

She pulled aside the sheet that was draped over Kristin's lower half. The dress had ridden up around her waist and she wasn't wearing underwear, so her soft blond bush was out in the open. Jenny leaned down and began to kiss and lick all around it, amazed by the smooth softness of the skin down there. Kristin stirred, aware that something was happening, but still half in a dream. She sighed and instinctively spread her legs.

After a moment's hesitation, Jenny bent down and took her first taste of another girl's pussy. It was a complex, slightly bitter taste, but she decided she liked it. She pushed her tongue inside as she remembered Kristin doing the night before; the blonde pushed forward to meet her mouth.

Jenny was unskilled and clumsy--in fact she had only the vaguest idea of how the clitoris really worked--but she was eager and sincere, and eventually she was able to bring Kristin to an orgasm that was all the sweeter for being so long delayed.

Kristin pulled Jenny up to lay on top of her. When they kissed, Kristin felt a sharp little thrill at tasting herself on Jenny's lips. In fact much of Jenny's face was moist with Kristin's juices; she'd gotten quite into it, apparently. Kristin pushed Jenny's hair back and whispered in her ear, "Now suck my tits."

Obediently, Jenny pulled Kristin's dress down around her waist and began to nurse on her left nipple. Kristin reclined and enjoyed the sensation, watching the pretty freshman's black hair bob up and down as she moved back and forth from one breast to the other. This was going to be an interesting day.

"OK," she said to Jenny after a time. "Let's go get some breakfast."

Jenny's overnight bag had mysteriously appeared in the room during the night; she and Kristin got dressed and made their way downstairs to the dining room, where an extensive buffet was set up. Jenny was famished. She piled a plate high with pastry and fruit, then looked around for a place to sit. There at a corner table were Kate and April. Seeing her roommate, Jenny felt self-conscious for the first time that day. She felt a pang of shame at what she had done with Kristin. But then she realized that April must have been doing the same things with Kate. Certainly they both had glowing smiles on their faces.

"Come sit with us," said Kate, indicating an open chair at their table. Jenny hesitated, but Kristin put her hand on Jenny's back and steered her in that direction.

"Did you know these two were roommates in the dorms?" Kristin asked Kate.

The redhead shook her head no, looking Jenny over appraisingly. "Interesting."

"We should all hang out together sometime," said Kristin.

"Absolutely," said Kate, licking her lips as she popped a strawberry into her mouth. "The sooner the better."

The rest of their conversation consisted of pleasant, ordinary chitchat. After Kate and April finished and excused themselves, Kristin said to Jenny, "I have some errands to run today. Why don't you go back to the dorms and pack up your stuff."

"Pack up?" asked Jenny.

"Starting tomorrow you'll be moving into the freshman barracks on the second floor. Tonight, though, I want to see you at my door at 8:00 sharp. Got it?"

"OK," said Jenny. "Sure. 8:00."

"Great," said Kristin. "See you then." She leaned over and kissed Jenny softly on the cheek, taking the opportunity to whisper, "I had a great time last night. And this morning."

Jenny couldn't stop herself from breaking into a silly grin and turning bright red. "Me too," she answered, her eyes cast shyly downward.

Back at the dorm room, Jenny found she had a hard time looking April in the eye. She felt like kind of a hypocrite, having resisted April so stubbornly, and given it up so easily to Kristin. And in the light of day, away from the environment of ABD House, the whole thing seemed so strange. She replayed the events of the last day in her head over and over. It had started off normally enough: dinner with a bunch of potential sorority sisters. Next thing she knew she had been blindfolded, stripped, chosen, and leashed. And far from trying to stop it, she had been a willing accomplice. In her heart of hearts she knew that she had wanted it to happen. When the time came, she had eagerly accepted Kristin's intimate caresses, and been all too willing to return the favor. What did this make her?

April, in contrast, was as carefree as could be, singing to herself as she glided around the room packing her suitcase. What would happen to this room, Jenny wondered. Would she still have to pay for it? There had been no mention of rent at ABD, so maybe it made no difference. There was no point thinking too much about it, she decided. There was something magical going on, and if she let it happen, she was sure everything would work out.

 

Chapter 10

Taking no chances, Jenny arrived in front of Kristin's door at 7:30. She didn't want to be too early, either, so she stood silently in the hallway, barely daring to breathe, until she heard the chiming of Bowmore's clocktower. Then she rapped on the wooden door as loudly as she dared. Footsteps sounded, the door creaked open, and framed there in the golden light of dusk was a vision: Kristin, towering over Jenny in heels, dressed in a black leather halter top and a short black leather skirt. She took Jenny by the hand, guided her inside the room, and closed the door behind her.

There was something new in Kristin's face tonight: a sternness, a seriousness of purpose. "It's good to see you, Jenny," she said. "But we need to set a few ground rules. First off, when you come into my room, the first thing you need to do is take off your clothes. All of them." She made a somewhat dismissive gesture, as if to say, *Now.*

Jenny scrambled to get out of her skirt, blouse, bra, and panties. Her breath was coming a bit heavy as she stood naked before her...what? Friend? Lover? Slavemaster?

From a hook on the door, Kristin produced the collar that Jenny had worn the night before. "When you're here you will always wear this collar," she said, "which symbolizes that you belong to me. Do you understand?"

Jenny nodded. Kristin handed her the collar, and after a moment's difficulty, Jenny was able to fasten it around her own neck.

"Now on your knees," commanded Kristin, "with your hands behind your back."

Jenny obeyed, growing wetter by the second as she gazed up into the blond Senior's suddenly pitiless face. "Get used to this position, Jenny. This is how I want to see you whenever you come here. Whether I'm here or not, you will assume this position and await further orders. Is that clear?"

"Yes," Jenny murmured submissively.

"Yes, mistress."

"Yes, mistress," repeated Jenny.

"Good," said Kristin, smiling that familiar smile for the first time that evening. "Now," she said, lifting her skirt slightly. "Do you know what this is?"

An enormous black plastic phallus emerged from underneath the leather. It was at least ten inches long and commensurately thick. Jenny, shocked and slightly frightened, shook her head. "This is a strap-on," said Kristin, "Every senior has one. Take a good look." She took a step forward so the shaft dangled inches from Jenny's eyes. "You'll get to know this baby very well over the course of the year. It's a good idea if you make friends with it as soon as possible. Do you know how to suck a cock?"

Jenny answered honestly. "No."

"You're not a virgin, are you?"

Again, Jenny answered in the negative.

"Good," said Kristin. "That'll make this a lot easier. Stick your tongue out."

Jenny did so. "Lick the tip."

Jenny obeyed.

"Now run your tongue up the shaft."

Tentatively, Jenny licked the plastic penis, feeling a fluttering sensation in her stomach as she gauged its size.

"Open your lips," ordered Kristin, sliding the tip of the strap-on into Jenny's mouth. "Let's see how much you can take," she said, thrusting her hips forward until Jenny started to gag. "Well, we'll work on it. Go lay down on the bed now."

Jenny did as she was told, spreading her legs obligingly. Kristin smiled to herself--this girl is catching on in a hurry, she thought. Something had told her all along that Jenny was desperately in need of a good fucking. And now she was going to get one.

From a bedside table Kristin produced two pairs of handcuffs, which she used to bind each of Jenny's wrists to the bedpost. Partly she didn't want Jenny struggling too much--this might hurt a little bit. But mostly she just wanted to see her beautiful Asian slavegirl chained to the bed. She also lit a candle to leaven the growing darkness of the evening. She wanted to be sure she wouldn't miss the look on Jenny's face when penetrating her for the first time.

Kristin knelt between Jenny's legs with the tip of the strap-on poised at her entrance. She looked down at the younger girl who gazed up doe-eyed, innocent, trusting but slightly scared. It was almost too much to handle. She leaned down to kiss Jenny's pillowy lips, tongue her ear, nibble briefly on her breasts. Then Kristin returned to her knees and eased the first inch or so into Jenny's slippery wet cunt. Jenny's mouth went wide and she let out a gasp that was half surprise and half pure ecstasy. This caused Kristin to abruptly abandon all restraint; she almost cruelly thrust the rest of the plastic cock into Jenny in one swift motion.

Jenny cut loose with a primal, animalistic howl. She had never felt anything like it in her life. (Her prom date, in addition to being quick, had been rather small.) Kristin backed almost all the way out and plunged in again. Jenny thrust her hips forward to meet the beast. She felt like she was being turned inside-out, but she wanted more, more, more.

Kristin was a big girl, she was in excellent physical shape, and she put all of her strength into the attempt to fuck Jenny senseless. Jenny's first orgasm had her screaming and thrashing, the handcuffs rattling against the bedpost, but Kristin didn't let up for a moment. She continued to pound into her freshman charge over and over, making her come again, then again, until the orgasms finally melted together into one long moment of undifferentiated bliss that enveloped the both of them.

Kristin collapsed in a heap on top of Jenny. Both girls were sweaty, exhausted, utterly satisfied. For the moment, anyway. Once she caught her breath, Kristin felt that familiar itch between her legs. She pulled off the strap-on and climbed up to straddle Jenny's head, slipping her hands underneath it and forcing it roughly up into her crotch. Almost in self-defense, Jenny began to service Kristin as best she could.

This was a new sensation for Jenny, to be completely buried in the taste and smell of another female. It was warm in there, and wet, and wonderful. She worked on finding Kristin's clit and attending to it, bringing a delirious yelp from the blond senior. Kristin climaxed once, then again, rubbing her clit against Jenny's nose. Sated at last, she stretched herself full-length on top of the younger girl and kissed her tenderly, then started licking her own prodigious juices off Jenny's face. Nothing was said, or needed to be said. All was quiet and peaceful as she uncuffed Jenny and wrapped her in her arms, savoring the feel and smell of her until they both fell asleep.

 

Chapter 11

When Jenny woke up in the morning, Kristin's arm was still wrapped around her, breasts pressed against Jenny's back. Not wanting to disturb Kristin, who was still sleeping peacefully, Jenny found herself with some time to lay still and reflect.

Her life had changed a lot in a short time. Traces of her old guilt and fear still lingered, but the intense pleasure she had experienced had unleashed something within her, something strong and still growing. And perhaps even more than the pleasure, she had been transformed by the intimacy. She felt safe, protected, and content nestled in Kristin's strong but soft embrace. Closing her eyes, she breathed in the mixed scents of sex, sweat, and shampoo, listening to the rain that had apparently started during the night. She couldn't remember when she'd been so happy. It was possible she never had been.

When Kristin finally stirred, Jenny turned to face her, kissing her gently on the face and then the neck. Almost reflexively she started working her way down Kristin's long, tan body, sucking her rapidly hardening nipples, tonguing her navel, then nuzzling the downy fur between her legs. Kristin yawned, stretched, and opened her legs, revealing pink petals already glistening with arousal. Jenny, feeling increasingly confident in her ability to give a girl pleasure, wasted no time in jabbing her tongue between them.

She hadn't been too sure about the taste of pussy at first, but at this point she was a confirmed aficionado, and well on her way to becoming an addict. Buoyed by the moans of pleasure coming from somewhere above her, Jenny held Kristin's legs open with her hands and burrowed in as deeply as she could.

Suddenly there was a knock at the door. Jenny sat bolt upright, a look of alarm on her face. Kristin smiled at her reassuringly. "Don't worry, it's just breakfast. The sophomores bring the seniors breakfast in bed on Sundays." She took hold of Jenny's collar and gently but insistently pulled her head back down where it had been and told her to keep going. To the visitor, she yelled out, "Come in."

The door swung open and in came a pretty blonde bearing a large tray of food. "Hi, Julie," said Kristin. "As you can see, I'm kind of busy at the moment. Leave the tray on the table, OK?"

Although mostly preoccupied with Kristin's pussy, Jenny noted out of the corner of her eye that Julie was a gorgeous honey blonde with a slim but shapely body. She took in the scene going on between Jenny and Kristin, and a wicked smile spread across her face. Jenny blushed; she felt dirty and ashamed, but somehow these emotions only served to feed her arousal.

"That'll be all," said Kristin firmly. Normally she would have told Julie to get naked and join them; but she wasn't obligated to share Jenny with anyone during this first week, and she didn't want to. Plus she got a perverse kick out of the look of disappointment on Julie's face as she turned to go. "Close the door behind you," ordered Kristin, digging her heels into Jenny's back.

They spent the rest of the morning and much of the afternoon alternately eating and making love. Kristin discovered to her surprise that Jenny didn't even know what a 69 was; that situation was quickly and enjoyably remedied. Likewise, Jenny had never heard of doggy style, so Kristin put her on hands and knees and vigorously fucked her pussy, her mouth, and then her pussy again with the strap-on.

In between bouts, they got to know each other better. Kristin found that when quiet Jenny opened up a little, she was smart and funny. Jenny, for her part, was in awe of the older girl's confidence and intellect. Kristin was a pre-med student and near the top of her class. In fact, she could have graduated a year early, but she wasn't going to miss her senior year at Bowmore for anything. Being an underclassman at ABD--groveling and licking and being used by anyone and everyone--had been exciting in its own way, to be sure. But being in charge was better. This sense of power was still new to her and she liked it. Inspired, she tied Jenny to the bed and spanked her just because she could. Then she put the dildo back on and fucked Jenny again, but this time long and slow and with real tenderness.

When she came this time, Jenny surprised Kristin and herself by bursting into tears. She had been confused by her reaction to the spanking; though alarmed by the rough treatment at first, she soon found herself dripping wet and aching to be fucked. The most delicious tension built up inside her, and when it was finally broken by an orgasm, a flood of emotion overwhelmed her. Kristin wiped her tears away and kissed her softly on the eyelids, then she untied her and they lay silently together for awhile in the gathering twilight.

After a time, Kristin instructed Jenny get dressed and return the collar to its hook. "I'm going to take you down to the barracks now. I want you to sleep there tonight, because I have a lot of reading to do and you're just too much of a distraction. And I mean that in the best possible way." She pulled Jenny to her and kissed her on the lips. "Bring your suitcase."

Half of second floor of the building was occupied by the freshman barracks, which were one large room with a good-sized living area and five sets of bunk beds. Most of the other freshman girls were already there, including April, who greeted Jenny with bubbly enthusiasm. It didn't escape April's attention that Jenny not only looked radiantly happy, but also smelled distinctly of pussy. April had saved the bunk above her for her erstwhile roommate, and helped Jenny find a place for her clothes. Kristin, satisfied that Jenny was settled in, said goodbye and departed.

Jenny took a long, hot shower and then she and April went downstairs for dinner. They discovered that all the dinners at ABD were prepared by the juniors and sophomores on a rotating basis, and freshmen were on cleanup duty. And so it was that Jenny and April were scrubbing pots and pans when Alexis White swept into the kitchen in gym clothes. "Hi girls," she said, opening the refrigerator and gazing thoughtfully at its contents.

April, Jenny, and Angela, who was working with them, returned the greeting. Miss White grabbed a bottle of Gatorade from the fridge and took a banana from the basket on the counter. She was sweaty, with her hair tied back in a ponytail, and glowing with post-workout endorphins. "How do you like ABD so far?" she asked, peeling the top of the banana and taking a bite. Her tone was neutral; the question could have been interpreted to mean "How do you like the building?" or "How do you like submissive lesbian sex?"

"I love it!" piped up April.

"Incredible," said Angela.

"Everything's great," volunteered Jenny.

"Good, good," answered Miss White, nodding as she made short work of the rest of the banana. "I look forward to getting to know all of you better." She favored the three girls with a slightly predatory smile and was gone.

By the time they finished the dishes and returned upstairs, Jenny was dead tired, worn out by the changes in her life and by the day's sexual exploits. She brushed her teeth and crawled into bed, listening to the conversations of the other freshmen as they got to know each other. She wanted to participate but just didn't have the energy, and before long she was fast asleep. But somewhere in the middle of the night she found herself awake again. Directly across from where she was sleeping was a huge, south-facing window; the full moon had appeared at its left side, bathing Jenny in substantial white light. Unable to fall back asleep, she let her mind wander and began to fantasize. She was in a store in a mall, chained naked on her back to a king- size bed. April and Kate came strolling by, and looking in the front window, they saw that Jenny was available. They came into the store and handed some money to Kristin, who was behind the cash register. This gave them the right to do anything they wanted to Jenny--go down on her, sit on her face, turn her over and spank her, or fuck her with any of the many dildos Kristin had available.

Jenny reached for her clit. For some reason the idea of being sold like this excited her tremendously. By the time the moon had crossed to the other side of the window and disappeared, Jenny had been taken advantage of by more than a dozen women--from April, Kate, Angela, and Miss White, to celebrities like Halle Berry and Jessica Alba, to her high school English teacher and her Japanese cousin Michiko--and had two massive, teeth-chattering orgasms. After that, she slept peacefully for the rest of the morning.

 

Chapter 12

Monday was a busy day for Jenny, with three classes in widely disparate locations. She spent the day criss-crossing the campus, just barely making it in time. By the time she made it back to ABD around 5:00 she was wiped out; she crawled onto a couch in the freshman living area and dozed for a half- hour. When she woke up she had a cup of tea, then cracked open an economics book and tried to study, but she felt restless. She had gone something like 18 hours without an orgasm, after living 18 years without one, and she didn't feel like she could stand it another minute. How would Kristin summon her? Was she just supposed to know when she was wanted?

Just then, a phone rang. There was only one line in the barracks and Sofia, who was the only other girl there at the moment, answered it. She told the caller to hold a moment and called out to Jenny. "It's for you."

Jenny walked over and took the phone from the olive-skinned Italian girl. "Hi, baby," said Kristin.

"Hi," answered Jenny, surging with joy and relief.

"Come upstairs. I want to see you."

"OK." Jenny put down the phone, her heartbeat rapidly accelerating. After pausing momentarily to check herself in the mirror and smooth her hair, she bounded up the stairs at top speed. She opened the door to find Kristin sitting at her desk, gazing intently at an imposing-looking textbook. "Hi," said Jenny, but Kristin did not look up or otherwise acknowledge her presence. After a moment's worried puzzlement, Jenny remembered her instructions. Mortified, she quickly stripped off her clothes, fastened the collar around her neck, and knelt by the door with her hands crossed behind her back.

Even so, it was at least five minutes before Kristin looked up from her studying and allowed one corner of her mouth to curl up into a smile. Closing the textbook with a thud, she walked over to sit on the foot of the bed facing Jenny. She hiked her skirt up around her waist and spread her legs. She wasn't wearing anything underneath, and at the sight of her naked pussy Jenny's mouth began to water.

Kristin crooked one finger and beckoned for Jenny to approach. Instinctively Jenny knew that she was meant to be on all fours, so she crawled over until her head was poised between the senior's smooth, muscular thighs. "You miss me?" asked Kristin. Jenny nodded. "Good," answered Kristin and pulled the younger girl's head into her crotch.

Once she'd been satisfied, Kristin pulled Jenny onto the bed and rolled her onto her stomach. Hastily attaching her strap-on, she plunged into Jenny's wet slit from behind and fucked her forcefully and with relish. Afterwards, the girls dressed and went downstairs for dinner. April was there with Kate, looking luscious in a denim skirt and black sleeveless T-shirt. Jenny caught Kristin staring at her several times, and felt a surprising pang of jealousy. Although who exactly she was jealous of would have been hard to say.

When the meal was over, Kristin returned to her room while Jenny pitched in on cleanup. After stopping briefly in the quiet barracks to grab a book, Jenny found Kristin reading in bed under a bedside lamp. Inspired by the senior's example, Jenny studied with great focus until finally she was just too tired to concentrate. A great sense of peace settled over her as she curled up against Kristin's side and drifted into unconsciousness.

This was the routine for the rest of the week: After class, Jenny made her way to Kristin's room, assumed the position, and awaited her mistress's arrival. Jenny still had a lot to learn, and Kristin conscientiously went about filling in the holes in her education.

Tuesday, Kristin decided to teach Jenny a lesson in patience. She bound the naked freshman's hands and feet to the bed with rope, then blindfolded her and left her there as she went to her desk to study. Periodically she looked up from her book and grinned to herself at the sight of the nude, helpless beauty. After an hour or so she put her book down, stripped off her jeans and began to gently finger herself, reveling in her sense of total control over the younger girl.

Growing more aroused, Kristin shed her panties and walked over to the bed. Pulling off Jenny's blindfold, she rested her knees on Jenny's biceps and began masturbating directly over her head. Jenny strained to reach Kristin's pussy with her tongue, but the effort was futile; she could only watch as Kristin increased the pressure on her clit, causing a few drops of her juice to fall onto Jenny's face.

Once she had come, Kristin climbed off Jenny, dressed, and went downstairs for a bite. She took her time eating, savoring every bite as she thought of the frustrated girl in her bed. When she finally returned to the room, Jenny looked up at her with such wide-eyed desperation that it made her heart ache. Deciding that the lesson had been learned, she quickly got her strap-on in place and plunged into Jenny's wet cunt without further ado. The long wait had Jenny at such a fever pitch that she came almost immediately, professing her gratitude in a series of moans as she strained against her bonds. Kristin never let up, fucking her mercilessly until they were both drenched in sweat.

Wednesday was all about pure hedonism. In the course of their conversations Kristin had discovered that Jenny had never been high. She wanted to rectify that situation, so on Wednesday evening the two girls sat back in Kristin's bed and shared a joint. At first they just giggled and kissed. Then, feeling giddy, they started wrestling. Kristin, the bigger and stronger of the two, quickly pinned Jenny and began tickling her mercilessly, which quickly got Jenny wet between the legs.

At this point Kristin brought out the whipped cream, chocolate sauce, and fruit she'd stashed in a drawer. She unpeeled a banana, dipped one in end in chocolate, and inserted the other end into her pussy. She topped it off with whipped cream and pulled Jenny's head down into her crotch. Jenny gobbled it down eagerly, whereupon Kristin dabbed a bit of chocolate on her clit and had Jenny lick it off.

Jenny and Kristin spent the next few hours licking whipped cream and chocolate off each other, feeding each other grapes, and devising ingenious new uses for the banana. When they were finally sated, they crawled under the covers, smoked a little more, and watched "The Big Lebowski" before falling asleep.

On Thursday night, the vibe was very different. Immediately upon stripping and assuming the position, Jenny felt a chill in the air, and not just because it was a cold and stormy night. Kristin was looking at her sternly. "I told you to be here at 6:30. It's 7:00 already."

Jenny was alarmed. "I thought you said 7:00..." She said weakly.

Kristin knew that she had in fact said 7:00; she just needed a pretext on which to punish Jenny. She wanted Jenny to understand that ABD was not all fun and games, that there was pain that went along with the pleasure. What's more, Friday would be the day they met with Miss White to review how well Jenny was learning the ropes. Miss White would want to see evidence that Jenny had been introduced to some form of punishment.

"Don't contradict me," Kristin said with all the authority she could muster. After tying a gag around Jenny's mouth, she pushed the freshman's head down to the floor and quickly cuffed her hands behind her back. Kristin had purchased a brand-new riding crop on the Internet for this occasion, and after picking it up she stood regarding the soft, smooth ass before her. The key now was to use the right stroke. She wanted the lashes to sting, and to leave red marks that Miss White could see, but without really hurting the innocent girl. The first time the crop hit her ass, Jenny stiffened and let out a yelp that tugged at Kristin's heart while turning her on at the same time. The second lash was a little harder; Jenny's cry was louder, but she stuck her ass out further as if asking for more.

After that Kristin found the right stroke and rhythm, and was able to take great pleasure in watching Jenny's beautiful round derriere quiver and redden. She changed up with some lashes to the bottoms of the feet and backs of the thighs, then finished up with a series of stronger swats on the behind. With these last few she feared she might have gone too far, caused more damage than she'd intended, so she put down the riding crop and sprayed Jenny's bright red ass with a cooling mist.

Next she tied Jenny to the bed spread-eagled, face up so that her pussy was fully exposed. She looked up at Kristin wide-eyed, tears in the corners of her eyes. Kristin had to turn away to steel herself to the task at hand. She felt guilty about lying to Jenny and about punishing her for no reason. On the other hand, she relished this heady sensation of power, and she knew from experience that this pain would make Jenny's future pleasure that much more intense. She had in her drawer a black mask, which she now donned so that Jenny wouldn't be able to see the look on her face. She didn't want Jenny to see her doubts and guilt, but to think of her as a pitiless mistress who was not to be crossed.

Raising the crop high in the air, Kristin began to punish Jenny's most sensitive areas: her nipples, her inner thighs, and then her vulva itself. Jenny cried pitifully through the gag, racked with an exquisite pain that was entirely new to her. For a moment she felt betrayed, wondering why Kristin had turned on her so cruelly. But then she remembered her Oath of Obedience and surrendered herself to her fate, trusting that it would all make sense eventually.

As fate would have it, just at that moment Kristin decided she had made her point and threw the crop aside. Laying atop the bound freshman, she covered Jenny's face, neck, and lips with tender and sympathetic kisses. Jenny moaned incoherently in pleasure and in relief as Kristin lavished loving attention on the younger girl's sore breasts, then continued kissing her way down Jenny's belly. Impressed with how Jenny had stood up to the punishment, and still a little guilty over her subterfuge, Kristin slowly and carefully licked and fingered Jenny to the most intense orgasm of her life.

For her part, Jenny was completely bewildered. This was another unexpected turn of events, but there was no arguing with the way she felt when her suffering turned so quickly into ecstasy. When Kristin untied her, she curled up contentedly in the senior's embrace and nuzzled her head into Kristin's neck. They were bonded together now in a new way, but nothing needed to be said; they drifted off together into a blissful slumber.

 

Chapter 13

Friday morning Kristin woke up early, before 6, and couldn't get back to sleep. She was nervous about that evening's meeting with Miss White.

Alexis White exerted a powerful and complicated influence on Kristin, and indeed on all the women of Alpha Beta Delta. To some extent this was attributable to her position of authority, but there was more to it than that. She had a charisma so strong it was almost akin to witchcraft, and every girl in the house was under her spell. Kristin loved her deeply, would follow her to the ends of the Earth, and also feared her a little. She had been on the receiving end of Miss White's punishment on more than one occasion, and never ceased to be amazed at the passion it awoke in her. She also knew that a similar passion lurked just beneath the surface of Miss White's tightly controlled demeanor.

After class Kristin and Jenny showered together, Kristin noting with satisfaction the fading but still visible red marks on the freshman's body. She scrubbed Jenny thoroughly from head to toe, shaved her legs, and cleaned up her pubic area with the razor. She wanted to make sure Jenny stood up to Miss White's often quite detailed scrutiny. Clothes were important too. Kristin knew Miss White's tastes as well as anyone, and combed through the wardrobes of almost every girl at ABD to come up with just the right outfit for Jenny: red-and-white plaid skirt--no underwear--and a demure white blouse that was just a little too tight for her. Knee-length pink striped socks, heels on which Jenny teetered slightly, and of course the studded leather collar completed the outfit.

Jenny felt a little whorish in this outfit, but kept it to herself. She could sense Kristin's nervousness and didn't want to do anything to exacerbate it. After the previous night's punishment, she felt even more than before that she had surrendered herself completely, and let go of her worries.

Just before 7 P.M. Kristin took Jenny by the arm and led her down the back stairs to Miss White's office on the second floor. Jenny felt odd walking around the house with her collar on, and her neck was hot and itchy. But they only ran into one person on the way, and she showed no particular interest.

Kristin knocked on the door and Miss White's voice called for them to enter. Opening the door, they found Alexis White seated before a large oak desk, framed in front of a huge picture window overlooking ABD's impressive flower garden. In contrast to the rainbow of colors behind her, she was a study in black and white: black suit, alabaster skin, and raven hair pulled back in a tight ponytail.

She motioned them toward the two chairs on the other side of the desk, which was completely bare and gleamingly clean. Jenny felt a wave of excitement mixed with trepidation wash over her. Her heart was pounding and her knees were knocking as she wobbled cautiously over to her chair.

Miss White addressed herself to Kristin. "How's she doing, Kristin?"

"She's doing great, Miss W.," answered Kristin, looking over at Jenny affectionately. "She's a real...natural. We've been having a great time together."

"Good, good," said Miss White. "And Jenny, has Kristin been treating you fairly?"

"Yes ma'am," said Jenny. "I've learned a lot from her."

"Is that so?" Miss White fixed Jenny with a level, appraising gaze. Her stare was hypnotic. A shudder passed through Jenny, a feeling that she was in the presence of a force beyond her comprehension.

"Well, then," said Miss White. "Show me what you've learned."

With those words, Alexis White stood up and lifted her skirt to reveal a protruding white strap-on. It was bigger than Kristin's, at least a foot long, and proportionately thick. Jenny gulped. For a long moment she was frozen, and then something took ahold of her and she knew without being told what was expected of her. She rose from her chair and knelt in front of Miss White, grasping the plastic phallus in both hands. Calling to mind everything Kristin had taught her, she licked the tip of the artificial cock, then ran her tongue down its length. Eager to please Miss White, and Kristin who she knew was watching anxiously, she put on a real show, covering every inch of the dildo's surface with her tongue.

When Jenny closed her mouth over the tip, Miss White roughly grasped the back of her head and forced a good portion of the strap-on's length down her throat. Fortunately, her gag reflex had lessened considerably over the course of the week, and she took it down like a pro.

The hint of a smile played at the corners of Miss White's mouth, and Kristin was able to relax a little, drinking in the sexy scene being played out before her.

Pulling out of Jenny's mouth, Miss White lifted her up by the arms and, in one effortless motion, flipped Jenny stomach-first onto the desk. Raisng Jenny's skirt, she forcefully spread the freshman's legs and ran a finger down the length of her slit. In a gesture both elegant and crude, she raised the finger to her mouth and licked Jenny's juice off it with the grace of a connoisseur, favoring Kristin with a knowing glance. Looking down at Jenny's ass, Miss White noted the red marks there approvingly. She slapped Jenny's butt hard enough to elicit a gasp, then plunged in forcefully.

Kristin had a perfect view of Jenny's eyes going wide as the massive organ penetrated her. She felt incredibly privileged to be witnessing the scene in front of her; this was hot, hot action that some people would have paid thousands of dollars to see. Kristin didn't even blink as Miss White, grasping Jenny firmly around the waist, fucked the young girl with all her skill and power. Jenny cried out helplessly, gripping the side of the desk with both hands and holding on for dear life.

Some minutes later, the sun was just dipping below the horizon outside the window. Jenny lay face-down on the desk, sweaty and glowing. Miss White removed her strap-on and set it aside, then stepped nimbly out of her skirt. Kristin always thrilled at the sight of Miss White's neat triangle of black pubic hair. She somehow maintained every ounce of her dignity, even naked from the waist down, though her impassive veneer had slipped a bit and her eyes were burning with raw lust.

Miss White rolled Jenny onto her back and hastily pulled her blouse open, popping off one of the buttons in the process. She brusquely fondled Jenny's breasts, pinching the stiff nipples and flicking one with her fingertip. Looking down between Jenny's legs, she noted that the girl's juices were dripping onto the desk. Wetting one finger in the pool, she pushed it into Jenny's mouth. Jenny sucked it obediently.

Miss White looked up at Kristin and spoke her first words in a long while. "You've done well," she said, and Kristin rejoiced inwardly as she always did when praised by Miss White; "but beware of this one. She gives herself up just a little too easily."

Shifting her position slightly, Miss White pulled Jenny toward her until the girl's head was between her legs. Jenny was intoxicated by Miss White's scent, which was similar to Kristin's but somehow different. Struggling for air, Jenny endeavored to apply all she'd learned in the last week in servicing Miss White.

After a few minutes, Kristin saw Miss White's expression change again, and her mouth gaped open slightly. She leaned forward and began to lick Jenny's pussy with adandon. At this point, Kristin couldn't keep still any longer. She stood over the two writhing forms and ran her hand down Miss White's back. She slipped a finger into Miss White's ass, which she knew the older woman would like. Miss White let out a long, guttural growl, like a lion digging into its meat, and stiffened. Kristin felt an orgasm rip through Miss White as she pushed her tongue all the way into Jenny.

When at last Miss White climbed off, Kristin looked down into Jenny's beautiful face, which was adorned with a weary smile and smeared with Miss White's juices. Kristin leaned down and planted a firm kiss on Jenny's lips, then began licking the fluids from her face. Tasting Miss White on her was a very special kind of pleasure.

Miss White returned to her chair and sat back, untying her lustrous black hair and letting it fall across her shoulders. From a drawer she produced a small cigar, which she lit and puffed on deeply. Kristin helped Jenny up, and the two girls exchanged looks with Miss White, who unbuttoned her blouse now and reclined in a position of total relaxation. Puffing again on her cigar, she pushed herself away from the desk and spread her legs wide in obvious invitation. Kristin took Jenny by the hand and let her over to where Miss White was, and both girls knelt between her legs. Side by side they went to work on Miss White, and now they were truly Sisters.

 

Chapter 14

The next morning Kristin and Jenny were having a leisurely breakfast when Kate and April sat down next to them. Both Jenny's ex-roommate and the senior to whom she belonged sported cat-that-ate-the-canary grins, and in fact they had been conspiring over what was about to happen for the last few days. April had wanted Jenny since the day they had met, and been repeatedly frustrated by Jenny's uptight prudishness. Now Kate was in a position to make April's desires a reality, and fulfill some of her own at the same time.

After some small talk, Kate asked Kristin, "Why don't you guys come up to my room this afternoon to, um, study?" She looked over at April and giggled.

Kristin thought for a moment. She knew perfectly well what Kate was implying, and she felt a little hesitant about sharing Jenny so soon. With Miss White was one thing; with one of the girls, it was something else.

But it was going to happen sooner or later anyway, and looking at April--who was wearing a tight tank top that showed off her delightful shape and luminous brown skin--Kristin decided it would be worthwhile. "Sure," she answered. "About 2:00?"

* * *

Their knock at Kate's door was answered by April--stark naked except for a collar similar to Jenny's. Jenny swallowed hard. She had suspected that Kate's invitation wasn't entirely innocent, but hadn't been prepared for this sight.

April invited them in and asked them to have a seat on the couch. Kate's room was a step down from Kristin's but still very nice. In one corner was a small bar, and as April walked toward it Jenny saw that April's ass was marked much like her own. It was a beautiful ass, though, and Jenny watched it wiggle as she walked, then held her breath as April bent over the small refrigerator and pulled out a couple of beers. She handed the bottles to Jenny and Kristin, then knelt obediently on a thick white throw rug to one side of the room.

Kate appeared in the doorway to her bedroom and greeted her guests. She asked Kristin for a word in private, and the seniors disappeared into the bedroom, leaving the two freshmen alone.

Jenny sipped her beer nervously and looked at April out of the corner of her eye. She tried not to obviously stare at her ex-roommate's nudity, but her eyes kept being drawn irresistibly to April's firm, perfectly shaped breasts, dark brown nipples, and triangle of black pubic hair. Jenny wanted to think of something to say, but this situation hardly seemed appropriate for small talk. April, for her part, continued staring straight ahead, though inwardly her heart was throbbing excitedly.

A minute later, the bedroom door opened and Kate and Kristin returned. Kristin went back to her seat but Kate remained standing; she had a shopping bag in her hand, which she now placed on the floor.

"Jenny, come over here," said Kate, holding out both hands. Jenny did as instructed, and the redhead wrapped her in a warm, friendly hug. "Welcome to ABD, Jenny," she said. "You're such a beautiful girl, I know you're going to be a great addition." With that, she stepped back and pulled Jenny's shirt off over her head. Jenny was wearing a bra today, and it followed her shirt onto the floor. Kate cupped Jenny's breasts and ran her fingers across the stiffening nipples. "I know that April would like to suck these," she said. "Do you want her to?"

Jenny nodded her head.

"I can't hear you," Kate said.

"Yes," Jenny croaked, her throat suddenly dry and raspy.

"Yes what?"

"Yes, I want April to suck my nipples," said Jenny in a stronger voice. A part of her was still shocked at hearing such things come out of her mouth. But it was the truth.

"Good." Kate nodded to April, who crawled on her knees over to Jenny and stretched her head up to take a nipple between her lips. She eagerly drew as much of the breast into her mouth as she could, then moved on to the other. As April was working, Kate came behind Jenny and pulled her skirt and panties down around her ankles, squeezing the younger girl's ass and watching over her shoulder as April continued to lick and suck. She had been waiting a long time for this, and would happily have spent an hour on Jenny's tits, but Kate pulled her away and had her return to her former position.

Jenny now stood naked with her rock-hard nipples jutting out in front of her like darts. Kate slid a hand between her thighs from behind and felt the slickness leaking from her pussy. Jenny was so wet that Kate easily slid three fingers inside her, feeling the younger girl go rigid and lean slightly against her. Withdrawing her hand, Kate walked over to where April knelt and thrust the fingers in front of her. April without hesitation licked them clean, happy to be tasting Jenny at last even if it was second-hand.

When April was done, Kate gently pushed her back so that she was lying face-up on the rug. Taking Jenny by the hand, Kate led Jenny to stand with one foot on either side of April's head. Then she picked up the shopping bag and pulled from it two pairs of handcuffs. Leaning down, she cuffed one of April's wrists to each of Jenny's ankles, which were just thin enough to fit in the restraints. Kate pushed Jenny to her knees so that she was straddling April, who desperately wanted to bury her face in Jenny's pussy but knew that she was meant to wait. She contented herself with gazing up into the pink wetness that she would soon be feasting on.

Pushing Jenny forward, Kate likewise cuffed Jenny's wrists to April's ankles. They were now bound together in an inescapable 69 position.

Kate sat down on the couch next to Kristin and took a long drink from Jenny's abandoned beer. The seniors clinked their bottles and looked at each other. "Now that's just lovely," said Kristin.

"Isn't it, though?" answered Kate. "Now Jenny," she said triumphantly. "Tell me something. Would you like April to lick your pussy?"

"Oh, God," said Jenny. She was quivering with desire feeling April's naked flesh beneath her. "Yes. I want her to lick my pussy."

"Very well," said Kate, and April lifted her head and feverishly began to devour Jenny's ripe sex. "And would you like to lick hers?"

"Yes, yes, I..." but Jenny words were cut off by a helpless moan as April's tongue stabbed at her clit.

"Now, I just don't think that's good enough, do you, Kristin?"

Kristin shook her head. "No, ma'am."

"No," said Kate, "I think you're going to have to beg a little bit."

Jenny looked down at the moist, wide-open cunt just inches beneath her, then looked back up at Kate imploringly.

"Please," said Jenny in a voice shaking with sincere desperation. "Can I lick it, please?"

"What do you say, Kris?"

"Sure," said Kristin.

"OK," said Kate devilishly. "Lick it good."

Jenny dove happily into April's crotch, and the two seniors sat back for awhile, listening to the sighs, cries, slurping sounds, and jangling of chains as the freshmen pleasured each other. Then they stripped down to their strap- ons and approached the younger girls. Positioning themselves at either end of the pile, they each took turns fucking the mouth and pussy closest to them, going back and forth between one hole and the other. After a while they switched sides, and Kristin took great delight at watching her plastic cock pound into April as Jenny's tongue darted at her clit. Just over a week ago, Jenny could literally not have imagined herself in this position; it was simply not in her vocabulary. But now she was as happy as a pig in slop. Kristin pulled the dildo out of April and plunged it into Jenny's mouth, marveling at how much of it her little friend could take down now. Yes, Jenny had come a long way; who knew what she might be capable of.

Eventually the freshmen were freed from their bonds and sat up, sore, sweaty, and well-used. But their duties were not quite finished yet. A half-hour later a fly on the wall would have seen Kristin and Kate naked on the couch, Kristin's left leg draped over Kate's right as they shared a pint of ice cream. Jenny was on her knees between Kate's legs and April between Kristin's. Occasionally one of the freshmen would be fed a spoonful of ice cream as a reward for the good work she was doing, then her head would gently be pushed back down where it belonged. A half-empty bottle of champagne was wedged precariously between two of the cushions, and the seniors toasted each other joyfully. It was going to be a hell of a year.

 

Chapter 15

Over the next week, Jenny learned what it truly meant to be in demand. It was open season on the freshman girls, and it seemed like every senior, junior, and sophomore wanted a piece of her. She liked the attention and was flattered to be desired, but after awhile her tongue was tired and her pussy was sore. She eventually learned where to go when she was horny and where to hide when she needed a rest. For instance, the freshman barracks was never safe; the girls could be woken at any hour and were at the mercy of anyone who cared to take the time to use them.

In the common areas of the house, decorum was maintained as long as the front doors were open, which was until 10 P.M. on weekdays and 11 P.M. on weekends. After that the doors were locked--late entry was facilitated by a junior sentry who remained on duty till the wee hours--and some nights, pandemonium broke out. And so it was that Jenny and two other freshmen were washing dishes on Tuesday night when a group of sophomores burst in and ordered them to strip. The dishes waited as the girls serviced each soph in turn, kneeling on the kitchen's cold linoleum.

But it didn't stop there. Jenny was pulled away from the group by a tall junior named Gina, who flung her onto a couch in the common living room and mounted her for a hot and heavy 69. When Gina climbed off, Jenny was spotted by an African-American senior named Clarissa. Clarissa hadn't had Jenny yet, so next thing Jenny knew she was bent over the couch with her face in freshman Rebecca's blond muff as Clarissa fucked her from behind. Clarissa wanted to taste Jenny too, and she didn't get away without being smothered for 15 minutes in Clarissa's sopping wet puss. When it was all over, Jenny still had to go back to the kitchen and finish the dishes; no excuses would be accepted.

When she finally made it to Kristin's room after midnight, she began wearily to strip when Kristin called for her just to come to bed. She had a good idea where Jenny had been, and her suspicions were confirmed when she noted that Jenny smelled like girl juice from head to toe. Jenny confessed to being exhausted, and Kristin patted her head sympathetically. "Things will calm down a little after this week," she told the freshman. "And you can always come here if you want. No one can touch you in this room unless I tell them to. Besides, remember, there are a whole lot of people at this school who would like to have your problems."

Jenny smiled sweetly, nestled into Kristin's arms, and very quickly fell asleep. The next morning neither of them had class until the afternoon so they stayed in bed for a good long time. At one point, Kristin mentioned to Jenny that Saturday would be the day of ABD's fall open house. This was a major social event for students campuswide, both male and female. Jenny was surprised to learn that even the raging lesbians of ABD still enjoyed being pursued by boys, and that some of them had boyfriends. "It's important for our status on the campus," said Kristin, "and besides, most guys aren't so bad. The girls are allowed to use their mouths or hands to get a guy off, but our pussies are reserved for the Sisters only. In fact, one of the reasons ABD was founded was because there had been an epidemic of campus pregnancies. This way, there's no intercourse with men, and so no pregnancies. Getting pregnant means you've broken the rules and are immediately expelled from ABD. It's never happened since I've been here."

"Have you ever had a boyfriend?" asked Jenny.

"No, but when I was a freshman my senior, Jana, used to share me with her boyfriend. He was a nice guy, and I always felt bad for him because Jana was a gorgeous girl and he never got to fuck her. But he did get to watch two beautiful babes going at it, and we used to go down on him together. So I guess he did OK."

"Do you like guys?"

"I like some of them. It's possible I might get married and have kids some day...or I might stick with women and still have kids...I really don't know. I'm not thinking too much about the future. Right now I'm just enjoying being with you and the girls." She glanced over at the clock. "Right now, actually, I'd better get to class."

Kristin dressed quickly and left for class, kissing Jenny firmly on the lips. Jenny showered and put on her own clothes, then started down the stairs intending to head for Donovan Hall. But on the landing she was accosted by Polly, a short, skinny sophomore who appeared to be of Chinese descent. "On your knees, freshman," ordered Polly.

Jenny hesitated, afraid that she was going to be late for class. This infuriated Polly, who got up in Jenny's face now, as intimidating as a four-foot-eleven, 95-pound girl can be. "Have you forgotten your Oath of Obedience?" Polly screamed.

Jenny looked down at the floor, realizing immediately that she had made a huge mistake. "No," she whispered.

"Turn around!" commanded Polly. "Hands on the wall!"

Jenny obeyed, hearing the sound of a zipper as Polly opened her backpack. She just "happened" to have a ruler inside. Pulling Jenny's skirt and panties down around her knees, she began to smack each of Jenny's buttocks in turn with the ruler. Jenny yelped; Polly was surprisingly strong and the blows really stung. Her ass turned bright red and she clenched her teeth each time the ruler whistled through the air.

After maybe a dozen blows on each cheek, Polly again ordered Jenny to her knees, and this time she scrambled to obey. Polly quickly lifted her skirt and peeled off her panties, standing over Jenny with a smirk on her face. "Eat me," she commanded, and Jenny hastened to obey. She slipped a finger inside Polly, who braced herself against the wall and pushed her pussy harder into Jenny's face.

When Polly was satisfied, she slid her panties back on and smoothed her skirt carefully, then smiled at Jenny as she resumed climbing the stairs. Jenny's face and hands smelled like pussy now, but there was nothing to be done; she had to get to class. Wiping her mouth on her sleeve, she stood up and continued on her way.

 

Chapter 16

Arriving 15 minutes late for class, Jenny quietly took a seat way at the back. The professor was droning on about supply and demand, and Jenny found herself having a hard time concentrating. Her sore ass made it difficult to sit still; she kept squirming around in her seat, and when she did get comfortable for a minute, her mind started replaying images of things that had happened over the past few days: Being punished with the crop by Kristin; being fucked on Miss White's desk; being spanked with a ruler in the stairwell. She found herself growing increasingly restless and was relieved when the class was finally over.

Feeling her stomach growl, Jenny decided to go to the campus sandwich shop just across from Donovan Hall. First, though, she wanted to visit the restroom, which was down a short hallway to one side. She closed the door behind her and sat down to pee. Once she was finished, though, she didn't get up. She could still smell Polly's juice on her hands and face, and was suddenly overcome by an overpowering desire to cum. She started furiously rubbing her clit and was almost there when a loud knock came at the door.

Startled, Jenny almost fell off the toilet, but managed to keep her balance. "I'll be right out," she said, pulling her panties up and quickly washing her hands and face. When she opened the door, she saw a familiar figure lounging in the hallway: It was Eva, a junior from ABD and one of the few Sisters with whom Jenny had yet to have a sexual encounter. Eva had dark brown hair, long legs, and very liberal fashion sense. Today she was wearing an extremely short skirt that stopped just below her pubis, tall heels, and a crop-top that showed off her smooth, tan shoulders.

"Hi, Jenny!" said Eva. "How are you?"

"Good."

"You look beautiful today."

"Thanks," said Jenny, genuinely flattered. She still hadn't quite gotten used to being thought of as pretty.

Taking Jenny by the arm, Eva led her back into the bathroom and locked the door behind them. Soon Jenny was pressed against the sink with Eva behind her. Eva wrapped one arm around Jenny, pressed her ample breasts against Jenny's back, and leaned over so that her mouth was right against Jenny's ear. "You were in here for a long time, Jenny," Eva whispered. "What were you up to, hmm? Playing with yourself maybe?"

Eva slipped a hand between Jenny's legs and felt the wetness there. "Yes, I think so. Perfectly understandable. We all get horny in the middle of the day sometimes." She began to finger-fuck Jenny as Jenny bent over the sink, watching herself in the mirror. She began to moan and Eva clamped a hand over her mouth to keep her quiet.

A minute later Jenny found herself on her knees again, her face between Eva's spread legs, still watching herself in the mirror as she gave head in a public restroom to this girl she barely knew. How debased had she become? But then there was no more time to think, because Eva was pulling Jenny's head tight against her crotch and fucking Jenny's face with her pussy. Eva was skilled at taking her pleasure quietly; her face was contorted and her breath coming fast, but no audible moan escaped her lips. She softly panted at Jenny, "That's it, baby, lick my pussy, good girl!" When she came, she quaked violently but made scarcely a sound, clamping Jenny's head between her thighs.

Regaining her composure quickly, Eva sat down to pee while absentmindedly fondling Jenny's breasts. Then she put herself back together, kissed Jenny softly on the top of the head, and said goodbye. Eva hadn't given Jenny an orgasm, so she locked herself in again and remedied that situation. Then she cleaned herself up again and went to get a sandwich.

It was a spectacular, balmy day, so she took the long way back to ABD, strolling down tree-lined paths and across the stream that ran through the middle of the campus. Arriving back at the house, she snuck up the back stairs to Kristin's room. As she approached the door she heard noises coming from inside--a banging sound, a feminine moan, and then another. Jenny thought that maybe Kristin was watching a porno movie, which was not unusual for her.

Opening the door, Jenny froze. She was looking directly into the golden eyes of April, who was on her hands and knees on the bed with Kristin fucking her from behind. Kristin stopped in mid-thrust like someone had pressed the Pause button and looked up at Jenny, who looked back in confusion. This felt somehow like a betrayal, though certainly Jenny had no say in who Kristin slept with or when or where she did it. Kristin for her part did feel a little twinge of guilt. She hadn't planned this; April had shown up at the door looking for Jenny, and Kristin had invited her in to have something to drink and wait. But Kristin had beeb feeling horny, and one thing led to another. Even so, she was not about to apologize to Jenny for this, instead seeing it as another test of Jenny's loyalty and obedience.

The three girls regarded each other for a long moment, and then Jenny remembered herself and her duty. Closing the door behind her, she took the collar off its hook and began to put it on. Kristin resumed plunging into April as Jenny stripped and knelt on the floor. She watched Kristin giving it to April feeling still kind of upset, but also increasingly aroused. April's breasts were bouncing sexily and her mouth was contorted in pleasure. When she came, she stared into Jenny's eyes as the orgasm lit up her face.

Kristin removed her strap-on and leaned back against the headboard with her legs spread wide. She indicated that April was to lie on the bed and lick her, and April obliged. April's open, glistening sex was facing Jenny now, and she licked her lips in anticipation. But Kristin was enjoying having Jenny wait and suffer, and let things remain as they were for a few minutes. Then she wagged her finger for Jenny to come closer. But when Jenny had crawled forward a couple of feet, Kristin held up her palm to say "stop." Jenny had no choice but to remain a spectator, smelling sex in the air, her pussy burning with need.

Kristin repeated this several more times, bringing Jenny closer, then stopping her. At last she was right at the foot of the bed, every fiber of her being aching to get into the action, but she held firm in her obedience. When Kristin finally gave her the go-ahead, she dove into April's crotch like she was trying to crawl inside. April cried out joyfully, and Kristin smiled with satisfaction. The three girls enjoyed each other right through dinnertime and into the evening. Later they were joined by Kate, who brought a bottle of wine and also Diana, a brunette sophomore she'd passed in the hall. It turned into quite a decadent night--and it was still only Wednesday.

 

Chapter 17

Later in the week the level of sexual activity at Alpha Beta Delta decreased, as the girls became preoccupied with preparing for the open house that Saturday. The entire first floor, which was where the party would take place, was thoroughly cleaned; decorations were put up and a menu planned.

Jenny grew increasingly anxious as the day grew nearer. Life at ABD had brought her out of her shell to a large degree, but the prospect of a house full of strangers still made her nervous. It didn't help that Kristin was largely unavailable--as sorority president, she had numerous responsibilities related to the big event that kept her busy.

The day of the party dawned gray and drizzly, and Jenny woke up alone in the barracks. All the other freshmen were with their seniors, and Jenny lay in bed feeling sorry for herself. She had barely seen Kristin for the last three days and felt neglected and alienated.

She finally roused herself from bed around 10:00 to find a whirlwind of activity going on downstairs. The kitchen especially was bustling, and Jenny was immediately roped into helping prepare dips and hors d'oeuvres. The day passed quickly after that, and before Jenny knew it the first guests were arriving. They were mostly frat boys who had arrived early to cherry-pick the best food.

Jenny was finally discharged from kitchen duty just before 7:00, the open house's official starting time. Just as she was starting up the stairs she looked up and saw Kristin on her way down, seemingly floating there in a long, flowing white dress. She had never looked more beautiful--her blue eyes sparkled and her lustrous blond hair tumbled down around her shoulders. As they approached each other, Jenny wanted desperately to throw her arms around Kristin, but knew that she was covered in flour and grease and didn't want to do anything to tarnish Kristin's loveliness.

"You look amazing," Jenny said quietly, feeling dirty and humbled in the presence of such glamour.

"Thanks," said Kristin, beaming. "Are you getting changed?" Jenny nodded. "Good. I'll see you down there."

Back in the barracks, Jenny showered and dressed simply in a pink top and black skirt. The room was full of girls chattering and primping, and there was an excited buzz in the air. Jenny was still a little apprehensive but when the group made its way downstairs, she allowed herself to be swept along with it.

The house was crowded and noisy now, with music blaring and a hundred conversations going on at once. After taking a minute to enjoy some of the food she had helped prepare, Jenny wandered around trying to get her bearings. A couple of boys tried to engage her in conversation; she listened politely for a minute or two, then excused herself at the first opportunity.

As a school-sponsored activity, the open house was officially alcohol-free, but flasks were being openly passed around and a keg of beer had somehow appeared in a neglected corner of one room. Jenny happened upon one of the juniors pouring vodka into a bowl of punch, and decided to help herself to a cup. It went down smooth and she followed it with a second. Jenny was not used to drinking hard liquor and before long her head started to swim. She drifted closer to where the music was coming from, and spotted Kristin at the other end of the room. But she was surrounded by people and there was no hope of getting to her.

Disappointed, Jenny walked out into the garden to get some fresh air. Almost immediately someone handed her a joint and she took a long pull on it, coughing and trying to say thanks at the same time. It was strong stuff, and immediately everything around her seemed brighter and more colorful. She heard a familiar voice to her left; squinting, she saw that it was April and was beside herself with joy at seeing her friend. She wrapped April in a clumsy bear hug, nearly tumbling the two of them over into a hedge. April laughed; her ex-roommate was obviously a little buzzed, but it was good to see her enjoying herself.

A would-be comedian was holding forth nearby, and he was actually pretty funny, or so it seemed at the time. Putting an arm around April's shoulder, Jenny listened and laughed, then laughed even harder after the joint came around a second time. Soon her throat felt scratchy and dry, so she took April by the hand and led her to the punch bowl, where both girls filled extra large cups.

Jenny was now officially more loaded than she'd ever been in her life. April led her to the dance floor where they shook their butts to a throbbing, bass- heavy track as red and blue lights flashed in time to the beat. Music had never sounded to Jenny the way it did at that moment; it seemed to rumble up through her feet, resound throughout her body, and shoot out the top of her head. When the song was over, she leaned up against the wall to catch her breath. She saw Kristin in the doorway talking to two extremely tall, athletic- looking guys; they must be members of the basketball team, she thought. Suddenly an image flashed through Jenny's head: Kristin was on her hands and knees, her pretty white dress hiked up around her waist. One of the guys was fucking her from behind as the other plunged his cock into her mouth.

Shaken by this vision, Jenny felt lightheaded and decided to look for a place to sit down. After what seemed like an hour she found a dimly lit room far away from the center of the action. The music was barely audible here and the only light was from a couple of flickering candles. Jenny stretched out on one of the several couches in the room and tried to collect herself.

After a few minutes her eyes began to adjust to the light and she realized that she was not alone. Two of her fellow ABD freshmen, Isabel and Rachel, were curled up together on a couch to her right. Isabel looked up at Jenny with heavy-lidded eyes.

"Hi, Jenny," said Isabel, a dark-haired, dark-eyed beauty with the most piercings of any freshman.

"Hi," answered Jenny. "What are you guys doing?"

"Oh, just chilling. Why don't you come sit with us?"

With some difficulty Jenny squeezed herself onto the couch. Red-haired Rachel rested her head on Jenny's leg and smiled up at her groggily. "You feel nice," she said.

"Hey Jenny," Isabel said, holding out one hand. "Take some of these." Focusing intently, Jenny saw that she was holding a bunch of little blue pills.

"What are they?" Jenny asked.

"Ecstasy!" giggled Rachel.

Normally, Jenny would have been appalled at this idea; her small-town high school had filled her head with all sorts of horror stories about the evils of drugs. But in her current frame of mind she was very receptive to trying something new. Before her better judgment could kick in, she popped two of the pills into her mouth and swallowed them down.

 

Chapter 18

The morning after the open house, Jenny woke up in bed with Kristin, who was still snoozing contentedly. Feeling both hung over and floatingly blissful, she struggled to remember what had happened the night before. She had been laying on the couch with Isabel and Rachel, and everything had felt so wonderful. She loved being with the other girls, feeling their warmth and softness and beauty. Hands roamed over her body, and she reached out to feel a leg here, a breast there. Lips brushed against hers and tongues darted into her ears. At some point Jessica, another ABD freshman, joined them on the couch. Faces appeared in the doorway, some familiar, some not, then disappeared again.

Jenny lost all sense of time, and all sense that there was a boundary between herself and other people. She could happily have stayed indefinitely in that warm pile of flesh, but she was suddenly overcome with the desire to share the great joy she was feeling with Kristin.

Jenny disentangled herself from the other girls walked back out into the party, which was in its last dying throes. A soft song was playing and there in the corner was Kristin, looking tired but still radiant. She and Jenny slow- danced together in the empty room, then made their way upstairs. Jenny helped Kristin out of her gown and joyfully licked every inch of her body from head to toe. She lingered on parts she normally overlooked, like Kristin's underarms and knees, savoring the salty taste of her. When she reached Kristin's pussy it was deliciously wet and willing. Jenny explored every corner of it with her tongue, bringing Kristin to a series of quietly ecstatic orgasms. Afterward Kristin held Jenny close and fingered her clit, which was on fire with need.

This morning everything was glowing slightly, though Jenny's head felt tender and she badly needed a drink of water. Suddenly there was a loud knock at the door. "Emergency house meeting!" yelled a voice. "11:00. Don't be late."

Kristin stirred and looked over at Jenny. "That doesn't sound good," she said.

The girls showered and went downstairs, where they joined a crowd of quiet, slow-moving Sisters who were drinking coffee and eating pastries. At 11:00 they filed out of the kitchen, through the main living room, and into the parlor, where a door was open that Jenny had never seen open before. She noticed that the front door of the house, normally open at this hour, was still locked securely. Jenny followed Kristin through the unfamiliar door and down a long stairwell that led to a cavernous basement room. Something about this place was slightly sinister, almost medieval. Chains were strewn about and there were numerous items of strange-looking furniture whose function was mysterious to Jenny. At the far end several dozen chairs faced a small stage, upon which sat what appeared to Jenny to be gymnastics equipment.

The assembled Sisters took their seats and murmured quietly among themselves, wondering what was the cause for this urgent summons. There was complete silence when Alexis White appeared at the foot of the stairs and strode toward the stage. She had an especially stern, almost angry, look on her face. Jenny felt her stomach tighten and turn.

"Are all present and accounted for?" asked Miss White, addressing Sasha, the Sergeant-at-Arms.

"Yes, ma'am," answered Sasha, who had been checking names off a list.

Miss White took the stage and addressed the girls in a firm, authoritative voice.

"Ladies, it has come to my attention that some of our freshmen engaged in indiscreet activity during the open house last night. I find this very upsetting. Exhibitionism is not what we are about here. This kind of behavior endangers not only Alpha Beta Delta's status on campus, but its very existence. You seniors out there remember the complaint filed against us by the Campus Christian Association three years ago, and you remember the difficulty that caused.

"These unacceptable indiscretions must be punished. Does anyone care to come forward and confess?"

There was silence in the room as Jenny struggled inwardly. She knew she should speak up, but she didn't know what the punishment would be, and she was mortified at the prospect of being embarrassed in front of everyone.

"Very well, then," said Miss White. "All the freshmen will be punished alphabetically. Sasha, who's first?"

"April Hughes-Jones," answered Sasha.

Jenny glanced over at April, who stood up looking apprehensive. At that moment, she made up her mind to do the right thing, rather than see April punished for something she hadn't done.

"I confess," said Jenny, standing and facing Miss White as bravely as she could.

Miss White nodded her head. "Thank you, Jenny. Anyone else?" Again, there was silence. Jenny avoided looking at Isabel, Rachel, or Jessica for fear of giving them away. "Very well. Jenny will take the punishment for all of you. I hope you appreciate her courage."

Kristin quickly spoke up. "Miss White, I should be punished in Jenny's place. I failed to instruct her fully regarding proper behavior. This is my responsibility."

Miss White answered her commandingly. "I will decide who is punished, Kristin. Now be seated."

Kristin obeyed reluctantly, and Miss White nodded to Sasha, who led Jenny to the stage. Jenny was stripped naked and bent over a sort of pommel horse so that her ass stuck out toward the audience. Her arms were stretched out to her sides and her wrists securely chained. Mercifully, Jenny couldn't see the other Sisters from this angle, but she could see Miss White, who was brandishing a formidable-looking bullwhip.

Jenny's whole body vibrated with fear. She struggled against her bonds but to no avail. Seemingly moving in slow motion, Miss White shook the whip to extend it to its full length, then lifted it into the air and snapped her wrist. There was a whistling sound as the whip traveled through the air, and a crack as it connected with Jenny's rear.

Jenny cried out. The pain was sharp, and hot, and her face was burning with shame. But she deserved this punishment, she knew it, and that made the pain something different: a kind of fulfillment.

The air sang again as the whip flew, again there was the sound of impact and the groan in response. Jenny might have found it hard to believe, but she was actually getting off easy. Miss White was extremely skilled with the whip, and the stroke she was using made a lot of noise but did not deliver maximum impact. Because Jenny had taken responsibility, she wanted to make her point without hurting Jenny any more than necessary. She gave Jenny a dozen lashes, then dismissed the Sisters.

Everyone filed out quietly except for Sasha and Kristin. Kristin had a good idea of what was going to happen next. Miss White always became highly aroused when administering a whipping, and often indulged herself with the victim afterward. Sure enough, when everyone was gone Miss White put down the whip and buckled herself into a frighteningly large strap-on, even bigger than the one she'd used on Jenny in her office. She approached Jenny, who was still chained down with her red ass sticking out, and pushed the phallus into Jenny's mouth to wet it. Mounting the stage, Kristin reached between Jenny's legs and found a surprising wetness there. Apparently she had been aroused by the punishment too.

Soon Miss White was fucking Jenny from behind with powerful thrusts that made the whole apparatus to which Jenny was chained shake. Kristin leaned down in front of Jenny and kissed her tenderly as the gigantic plastic cock pounded into her. Sasha's job was to reach between Miss White's legs and rub her clit as she continued to slam into Jenny's cunt.

Jenny, for her part, scarcely knew where she was or what was happening anymore. The pain and pleasure had gotten all mixed up into one pure sensation of freedom. She gazed into Kristin's eyes, trying to express something, but she didn't know what.

When she came Miss White dug her nails into Jenny's side and made one last deep thrust as if releasing a load of semen. Then she stood still for a moment, breathing heavily, a look of deep contentment on her face. She pulled out and dangled the strap-on between Jenny and Kristin so the two girls could share the duty of licking the juices off it. Then Miss White stroked Jenny's head, expressing a lot in that simple gesture, and was gone.

Chapter 19

Once Miss White had left, Kristin and Sasha untied Jenny and helped her into her clothes. She was a little wobbly on her feet, tears had dried on her cheeks, but her mouth was twisted into a sideways smile, like she had been knocked out and gone to a happy place. Her eyes seemed to be looking someplace far away. Kristin put one strong arm around Jenny's narrow shoulders and half- carried her upstairs.

As they passed through the doorway of Kristin's room, Jenny instinctively began to strip. Kristin let her--she needed to get her clothes off. She almost fell over twice while getting undressed, but Kristin made no move to help her. It was a point of pride, she felt, for Jenny to perform her usual ritual after what she had just been through. Kristin marveled at the strength of this seemingly fragile girl. The moment Jenny knelt, Kristin beckoned her to stand and led her to the bed. She had Jenny lay face down and stood for a minute looking at her. Her ass was bright red, criss-crossed with whip marks. But she had never looked more beautiful; a warm glow seemed to emanate from her. Kristin smiled, remembering her own first public punishment.

She had still been a relatively new freshman, in only her third week at ABD. Hen senior mentor, Jana, had been hosting a lively get-together attended by about a dozen Sisters. A card game was going in one corner and a drinking game in another. Kristin felt very nervous and self-conscious in this boisterous crowd; not only was she collared, but Jana had made her wear an extremely short, tight pink skirt and a bikini top that left little to the imagination. She had lost count of the number of times she had been groped while doing her best to keep the guests happy, bringing drinks and refilling snack bowls.

Waving her empty glass in the air, Jana told Kristin in a loud voice to fix her a drink. Kristin scrambled to obey; Jana had a fire in her eyes that night. She had been drinking scotch, and when she did that she got wired and kind of mean. Normally she was nice as could be, but Kristin was a little scared of her when she got this way. Opening the ice bucket, Kristin was dismayed to find only a single, half-melted ice cube at the bottom. Jana was very particular about having three ice cubes in her whiskey. There was probably more ice in the kitchen downstairs, but that would take a few minutes and Jana was looking over at her impatiently. Kristin scooped the one sad cube into the glass, filled it with scotch, and took it to Jana hoping for the best.

When Kristin handed her the glass, Jana just stared at it. "What the fuck is this?" she said.

"Sorry," said Kristin anxiously. "We're out of ice. I can go get more--"

Jana cut her off. "You let us run out of ice?" The noise level in the room dropped suddenly, as people sensed the tension developing and turned their attention to it.

"I'm sorry, I..."

"Don't say you're sorry again," said Jana, standing. She was shorter than Kristin but had an imposing physical presence. Kristin felt a lump in her throat; it was silent in the room now, with everybody watching them. Slipping a finger into Kristin's collar, Jana pulled her to her knees.

Jana sipped her drink, frowning. She bent Kristin over the chair she had just been sitting in. In this position the short skirt did not cover her ass at all, and her white lace panties were on display to everyone in the room. Jana unlaced the back of Kristin's bikini top, then pulled it off and used it to tie the blonde's hands behind her back. Then she pulled off Kristin's panties and stuffed them into her mouth to gag her.

"Next time you won't be so careless," said Jana, slipping off the belt she was wearing. She cracked it once in the air, drawing a fearful glance from the helpless freshman, then brought it down hard on Kristin's buttocks. Kristin moaned into her lace gag and her face turned crimson, less from pain than from humiliation. Jana spanked her hard for several minutes, then invited anyone else who wanted a turn to be her guest. When it was over Kristin was deeply ashamed, mortified, but also dripping wet between the legs. When Jana fucked her that night after everyone had left, she had the most incredible orgasm of her life. She shuddered now just thinking about it.

* * *

Kristin found a nice lotion with aloe in her bathroom and began applying it to Jenny's poor, abused derriere. A minute later there was a knock at the door; it was April, who wanted to thank Jenny for sparing her a whipping.

Jenny smiled up wanly. "It would have been my turn eventually, anyway."

"I know," said April. "But it was still really brave of you to speak up." Sitting down on the bed, she affectionately stroked Jenny's head. "Is there anything I can do for you?"

"Yeah, you deserve a special treat," concurred Kristin. "Anything you want."

"Anything?" said Jenny, suddenly cheerful, her imagination already going to work....

* * *

Jenny stood looking down at Kristin and April, both on their knees, naked, hands cuffed behind them. The feeling of power was new and exciting to her. She liked the way having their hands bound caused the girls' chests to be pushed forward. Both Kristin and April's breasts looked rounder and riper than she'd ever seen them before; their nipples were stiff and inviting.

She reached down and pinched one of April's nipples, then gave her breast a gentle slap, enjoying the way it swayed back and forth. She pushed April's head to the ground, enjoying the sight of her soft, smooth ass thrust out behind her. She slid a hand between April's soft thighs, feeling the moisture, the heat. Now she put one hand on the back of Kristin's head and forced it down into April's crotch; Kristin started to lap away compliantly at April's pussy.

Jenny stood back and watched for a minute, enjoying this beautiful sight all the more because she had made it happen. Then she rummaged around in the bedside table until she found Kristin's strap-on. It took her a little while to figure out how the harness worked, but soon she had the long plastic phallus dangling between her legs. It was an enormously empowering feeling.

She knelt to push the strap-on into April's mouth. April looked up at Jenny with wide eyes, already near orgasm from Kristin's expert ministrations. It gave her a great thrill to see her beautiful friend so helpless, so submissive. April looked disappointed when Jenny pulled out of her mouth; a long line of saliva stretched from her lips to the dildo.

Walking around behind Kristin, Jenny slipped one finger between the senior's swollen cunt lips. She was wet and ready. Jenny aimed the tip of the strap-on at Kristin's entrance and paused. Was she really going to do this? It felt unnatural. But then Kristin decided for her; she arched her back and the first inch or so slid into her well-lubricated slit. In response Jenny bucked her hips and pushed the rest of the length in, inducing a low, bovine moan from Kristin. It excited Jenny tremendously to think that she had been the cause of this sound.

Jenny did her best to give Kristin a good, sound fucking, although she was clumsy and kept slipping out at inopportune moments. After a while she switched to short, efficient strokes and reached around to finger Kristin's clit. In this way she was able to coax the senior right to the brink of orgasm, but did not take her over. Instead she stopped all movement and pulled her finger away.

Kristin lifted her head from between April's legs to look up at Jenny sternly. "Why did you stop?" It was not so much a question as a demand for an explanation.

"What's the magic word?" cooed Jenny.

"Goddamnit," snarled Kristin, curling her lip in frustration.

"That's not it."

Kristin took a breath. She knew she should stop this now, take some time to remind Jenny who was really the boss, and take a nice orgasm at her leisure. But there was no point pretending; she wanted it *now*, so she said the word Jenny was waiting to hear.

"Please."

When it was over, Kristin stared up at Jenny and Jenny stared back; neither one of them blinked. They understood each other just a little better than they had before. After a time Jenny uncuffed Kristin, who shook her hair, wiped the sweat off her face, and tried to regain her dignity. Going into this, she hadn't doubted for a moment that she could keep control of Jenny at all times, no matter who appeared to be in charge. Now she wasn't so sure. Jenny had a steely side that bore watching.

Kristin went to get a drink of water, leaving Jenny alone with April, who wiggled her ass in the air; her pussy was shining with wetness and ready to be filled. "Do me, Jenny," she begged. "Fuck me. I need it, baby."

Jenny grinned down at her. "Not just yet," she teased. "I have something special planned for you."

 

Chapter 20

For a few minutes Jenny just stood looking down at the handcuffed and helpless April, daydreaming about how best to make use of her. Suddenly there was a knock at the door. Kristin returned from the bathroom in a white terrycloth robe and went to answer it.

It was Kate, dressed for tennis in a white blouse and skirt with a racket in her hand. "Is April with you guys?" she asked Kristin.

Kristin nodded and opened the door wide so Kate could see April naked on the floor and Jenny standing over her with the strap-on dangling from her pubis. "You were supposed to meet me on the court 15 minutes ago," said Kate. "I've been waiting there like an idiot."

"Sorry," said April sheepishly. "I came to check on Jenny and things got a little out of hand."

"I can see that," Kate responded, both aggravated and aroused by what she saw. She looked over at Jenny, who blushed and stared at the floor, then back at April. "Well, little girl," she said, "I guess you are going to get punished today after all."

Together, Kate and Kristin picked April up and deposited her on the bed on her knees, with her head down and her ass up. Kate lifted one hand and smacked April hard on the left buttock, provoking a yelp. "That'll teach you to stand me up," she snarled. "Jenny, why don't you give me a hand? You can work on the other cheek."

Jenny hesitated; April was her friend. But then Kristin spoke up: "You can help or you can get punished along with her."

Jenny flashed back to her whipping. Her sore ass was in no condition for further abuse. Tentatively she reached out and delivered a soft, almost polite, slap to April's right buttock. "Harder," ordered Kristin, and Jenny complied.  The plaintive exhalation that escaped April's mouth sent a chill down Jenny's spine, but not entirely in a bad way.

Kate and Jenny alternated blows for a while, with Jenny growing increasingly bold, beginning to understand the pleasure of being on the delivery side of a punishment. April's ass squirmed in the air, sometimes seeming to want to escape, sometimes seeming to beg for more. Jenny heard her name called and turned to see Kristin holding out the riding crop. Kate and Kristin smiled wickedly at each other as Jenny accepted the instrument.

Feeling the spanking stop, April looked over her shoulder and saw the crop in Jenny's hand. A complicated look passed between them, and then April nodded almost imperceptibly. The crop flew through the air and smacked into April's tender flesh.

As Jenny continued to punish her friend, Kate slipped off her panties and walked around to the head of the bed. Hiking her skirt up, she climbed on and wiggled under April, pulling the younger girl's head down into her pussy.

Kristin, meanwhile, just stood and watched with satisfaction. Jenny's face was lit up with some kind of confused ecstasy as the crop tattooed April's butt and thighs, and April continued to cry out as she licked her mistress hungrily. Slipping off her robe, Kristin came up behind Jenny and unfastened the strap-on from her pelvis. Taking the crop from Jenny's hand, she shoved the dildo, still slick with Kristin's own juices, deep into Jenny's mouth until she gagged. Then she pushed Jenny's head forcefully down between April's legs, stepped into the strap-on, and slammed into Jenny's cunt with all her might. For a long time there was no sound in the room except cries and moans and the slapping of flesh against flesh.

* * *

Later, when April and Kate had left to play their belated tennis match before the sun went down, Jenny and Kristin lay together in the slanting evening sunlight. The air was still and cool, and a great sense of peace had settled over them.

Jenny stretched, sighed, and rested her head on Kristin's shoulder. In this atmosphere, she felt comfortable voicing the one question that was on her mind.

"Do you love me?" she asked.

Kristin responded playfully. "Do you love *me*?"

"I asked you first."

Kristin wrapped an arm around Jenny and nuzzled her ear. "Then yes," she said. "Yes, I love you."

"I love you too," said Jenny, tears forming at the corners of her eyes. She had never said this to anyone but her parents, and it was a powerful and somewhat frightening feeling. Kristin, for her part, was quietly surprised at the depth their relationship had taken on. She and Jana had been lovers, there had been love between them, but it hadn't been like this. She wondered what it would be like after a month, or a semester. She dreaded to think of the year ending; but fortunately, that was a long way off.

As Jenny leaned back, she caught a glance of her collar still hanging on the wall. Disentangling herself from Kristin, she walked over there, fastened the collar around her neck, and went back to bed.

 

Chapter 21

Returning from class on Monday, Kristin was on her way to her room when she was told that Miss White wanted to see her. As she made her way down the hallway, her mind began to spin out a fantasy of what she would find when she got there. She would open the door and see Jenny face-down on the desk, being fucked from behind by Miss White. Jenny would look up her with a surprised, ecstatic expression, her naked breasts pressed against the surface of the desk. Lifting her skirt and pulling off her panties, Kristin would wade into the action, pushing her pussy into Jenny's face. When they had both come that way, Kristin would lay on her back on the desk, and Miss White would pound into her as Jenny straddled her head.

By the time she got to Miss White's door, Kristin was soaking wet. But when she knocked and was told to enter, instead of a naked girl, Miss White's desk contained huge piles of papers. Miss White looked up from her work and told Kristin to have a seat.

"What's up?" asked the blonde senior.

"Janet Lee's birthday is on Saturday," Miss White said. "She asked me to send up a couple of girls. I thought you and Jenny might want to go."

Kristin nodded. The name Janet Lee was well-known around ABD. She was an alumnae who had married a wealthy older man. According to what Miss White had told Kristin, they never had sex; instead, Janet indulged her passion for other women while her husband watched. When the old man passed away, Janet Lee became an extremely rich woman. She was now ABD's most generous benefactor, and sometimes invited Sisters to attend weekend-long parties at her house in the Hamptons. Kristin had attended one such party two years earlier, and it had made quite an impression.

"I'd love to," said Kristin. "I'll check with Jenny and let you know." Technically, she could have just ordered Jenny to attend; but she wanted the younger girl to be comfortable with the idea.

"Fine," answered Miss White. "You guys can take my car, I'm going to be stuck her all weekend catching up on this stuff." She gestured toward the clutter on her desk.

When she got back to her room, Kristin was pleased to find Jenny waiting for her, obediently nude and kneeling. Between her little fantasy and the prospect of a visit to Janet Lee's, Kristin was quite aroused, and she had Jenny go down on her for a good long time before leading her into the shower. It was in the shower that she explained who Janet Lee was and what she was into. "Partly, we go to these things because Janet is very generous to us, and we like to keep her happy," Kristin told Jenny. "But also because it's exciting. It's up to you whether you want to go. I don't want you to feel like you're being used."

"Sure, I'll go," said Jenny.

"Awesome," said Kristin, and as a reward she pushed Jenny up against the wall of the shower and sucked her tits while fingering her to orgasm.

* * *

On Friday morning Kristin and Jenny piled into Alexis White's black BMW convertible for the journey to Janet Lee's. It was a crisp, sunny autumn day and after awhile they were able to put the top down and cruise along listening to the mix CD Kristin had made for the occasion. Kristin dared Jenny to flash her breasts at the next truck driver they passed; Jenny, shy as always, demurred, but Kristin kept upping the ante, teasing her more and more. Finally Jenny relented and pulled her top up as they passed a semi with a giant beer bottle on the side; she was braless under her T-shirt. The truck driver gave a long blast on his horn and sped up to catch them; Kristin just a leaned a little on the BMW's gas pedal and moved easily away.

When they finally arrived at their destination that afternoon, they were buzzed in at the gate and proceeded up a long, winding driveway to a sprawling vacation home. It took them a minute to figure out which was the front door, but once they did they rang the bell and were admitted by a dark-haired woman in her late twenties or early thirties. She was outfitted in a black dress that gave the vague suggestion of a maid's uniform, but was very chic and form- fitting, showing off her generous curves to bold effect.

The woman ushered them in. "You must be Kristin and Jenny. Ms. Lee is awaiting you in the drawing room. Follow me please." She turned and started up the stairs behind her. Kristin and Jenny followed a few steps behind, hypnotized by the swaying of her ample rear end.

They passed through several luxuriously appointed rooms before arriving at a spacious, dimly lit parlor with a tall ceiling. A figure emerged from the shadows and approached them; it was a small woman with a clear Asian cast to her features, but also exotic and unusual coloring. She greeted Kristin with kisses on both cheeks, and Kristin introduced Jenny: "Jenny, this is Janet Lee."

Janet took Jenny's hand and looked her up and down, lingering unapologetically on Jenny's breasts. "It's a great pleasure to meet you," she said, and Jenny returned the sentiment, blushing slightly at being so overtly ogled.

Another face appeared behind Janet, seemingly materializing out of the darkness. Jenny thought immediately that it was one of the most beautiful faces she'd ever seen, with high cheekbones, delicate features, and a certain overall elegance. The face belonged to an ethereal woman in her early twenties with light brown hair and sparkling hazel eyes.

"Jenny, this is my niece, Sophie," said Janet Lee.

"A pleasure to meet you," said Sophie in a mellifluous voice with a distinct and very appealing English accent. She and Jenny shook hands, and Sophie and Kristin also exchanged greetings. "You must be tired after that drive," Janet continued. "Sit down and we'll have something to drink. Some tea, maybe?"

"Sure," said Kristin, and Jenny nodded in agreement.

Janet turned to address the woman who had let them into the house. "Elena, would you bring us tea?"

"Yes, ma'am," she replied, and quickly exited.

For 45 minutes or so the four of them sat on couches in the parlor, sipping their tea and chitchatting. At that point Janet said, Well, perhaps you'd like to have a chance to freshen up, or even take a nap, before dinner? Sophie will show you to your room."

Kristin smiled to herself. This was classic Janet Lee: not so much asking you a question as telling you what you were going to do next, though in a very nice way. She and Jenny followed Sophie through a series of winding hallways to their room, which was in a remote, quiet corner of the house. Sophie flipped on a light to reveal a simply but elegantly appointed guest room with their luggage already in one corner. "Make yourselves at home," said Sophie. "We'll call you in time for the cocktail hour."

After she left Kristin and Jenny unpacked, showered, and crowded together on one of the two single beds for a rest. As they drifted off they talked a bit about their hostess. "Is that really her niece?" asked Jenny.

"No, that's just what Janet calls her. They travel together a lot and that's how she explains their relationship to people. Plus I think it turns her on. Makes it seem more forbidden."

"So they're a couple?"

"Well, I don't know about that. Let's just say they're lovers."

"Sophie's very beautiful," opined Jenny.

"Yeah, she is," answered Kristin, fighting back a surge of jealousy. "But she likes to make trouble."

"What do you mean?"

"You'll see."

* * *

At 6:00 Elena knocked on the door to summon them for cocktails. They dressed and found Janet and Sophie reclining under an umbrella on the patio. Elena brought them martinis and the four women sipped their drinks and basked in the glowing light of dusk.

After half a drink Jenny was already tipsy, giggling loudly at Janet Lee's many anecdotes of world travel. Kristin watched bemusedly. She was quite familiar with Janet's powerful magnetism, and although part of her felt possessive toward Jenny, the beauty of the setting and the gin had her feeling very open-minded. She tipped back the rest of her martini and enjoyed watching the two of them interact. Like Jenny, Janet was half-Asian, with a Korean father and an Irish mother; they made quite a striking pair. Picturing the two of them naked together, Kristin began to feel hot and bothered, but just then they were called inside for dinner.

They adjourned to the sumptuous dining room, where they were served Steak Tagliata, seared tuna, new potatoes, and surprisingly delicious brussels sprouts. Dessert was a chocolate torte that made the room very quiet.

After dinner they retired to the sitting room, where Elena brought them a sweet apertif. Janet and Sophie sat on one couch while Kristin and Jenny sat across from them. They were enjoying their drinks, talking admiringly about the meal they'd just enjoyed, when suddenly a look came into Janet's eyes that Kristin recognized. Janet was very disciplined in her pleasure; she liked to take it slowly, wait for it, anticipate it. But now it was time.

 

Chapter 22

Janet patted the sofa cushion beside her. "Jenny, why don't you come over here and sit between us," she said.

Jenny obediently walked over and squeezed onto the couch between Janet and Sophie. Janet kissed her hard, pushing her tongue into the younger girl's mouth, as Sophie fondled Jenny's breasts through the fabric of her dress. Two minutes later, Jenny's dress was halfway off and her panties were down around her ankles as Janet finger-fucked her and Sophie sucked on her bare nipples.

Kristin felt the wetness flowing between her legs and was about to start playing with herself when Janet suddenly stopped. She licked Jenny's juice carefully from her index finger and smoothed back her hair. Addressing Sophie, she spoke firmly in a voice made husky by desire. "Bring out the Bitch," she said.

Sophie nodded and stood. "Kristin, why don't you give her a hand," added Janet. Kristin stood tentatively. Between the martinis, the wine with dinner, and the after-dinner drinks, she was much more drunk than she generally allowed herself to be. She was also wearing higher heels than usual, so she was pretty wobbly on her feet as she followed Sophie out of the room. She knew that Janet was just trying to get Jenny to herself for a minute, but in her present state she was more than willing to play along.

Sophie led her down several dark corridors to a small, dimly lit room that Kristin had never seen before. In the darkness Sophie began to take liberties, sliding a hand between Kristin's thighs, penetrating her with one finger, then several. Kristin knew that Sophie fancied her, and was also a little jealous of her. Sophie treated Kristin's pussy very roughly and to her great shame, Kristin just took it, leaning against the wall and moaning softly.

As her eyes grew accustomed to the dimness, Kristin realized that they were not alone in the room. There was a figure in the far corner on its hands and knees, but it was hard to make out because it was clad entirely in black. Removing her hand from between Kristin's legs, Sophie walked that way. Taking down a leash that was hanging on the wall, Sophie clipped one end to the collar around the figure's neck, then leaned down to unhook the chain that tethered one of its ankles to the wall. Turning, Sophie strode purposefully from the room and the figure followed, crawling on its hands and knees.

In the slightly better light of the hallway, Kristin saw that this Bitch, as Janet had called her, was covered from head to toe in tight-fitting black rubber. The only openings were eye and nose holes and a zipper over the mouth, currently closed. You couldn't tell much about who was under there but it was unquestionably a woman, because the form-fitted rubber showed off her D-cup breasts and well-rounded butt, which was thrust proudly in the air as she crawled down the hall.

When they got back to the sitting room, things had changed. The lights had been turned off and the only light came from candles scattered around the room. In the middle of the room was Jenny, naked, with her hands tied together over her head by a rope descending from the ceiling. The rope was tightened such that Jenny was balanced on her tiptoes, able to stand but not quite comfortably. She had a red ball gag in her mouth and when she saw Kristin, the expression on her face was one of relief mingled with mild fear.

Kristin's immediate impulse was to go over and take Jenny in her arms, but she resisted.  Things needed to play out the way they were going to play out. And Jenny did look unbearably hot in this vulnerable position. Kristin flopped down heavily on one of the couches to watch, her head swimming from the alcohol and from all that was happening.

Producing a short chain with small clamps at either end, Janet fastened one clamp to Jenny's left nipple. Jenny trembled visibly and moaned through the gag. Janet then clamped the other end to Jenny's right nipple. When she pulled the chain, Jenny groaned pitifully and Kristin reached for another drink. She hated to see Jenny treated this way, but she knew that in the end the pleasure would make it all worthwhile.

Janet stood for a moment considering her next move. She rested one hand thoughtfully on the head of the Bitch, who was kneeling now at her side. Sophie walked over to Jenny and tugged again at the chain between her nipples, harder than Janet had, eliciting another helpless moan. She pushed a hand between Jenny's legs and smiled up at Janet. "She's very wet."

"Yes, she's quite the little slut, isn't she?" Janet looked over at Kristin. "You've trained her very well." Opening the zipper over the Bitch's mouth, Janet pushed the rubber-covered head roughly into Jenny's crotch. "Taste that pussy," Janet ordered.

The Bitch obeyed, burrowing into Jenny's snatch like a woman possessed. "Is it good?"  asked Janet. The Bitch just moaned, smothering herself in Jenny's wetness. Suddenly Janet yanked on the leash, pulling the Bitch's head away from Jenny, and pulled the zipper closed. The Bitch groaned in disappointment as Janet roughly pushed her head to the ground so that she was on her hands and knees again.

Next Janet lifted Jenny's feet off the ground and rested them on the Bitch's back. Taking a candle in one hand, Janet approached Jenny from behind, the flame throwing orange and yellow flickers on her face. She pulled the clamps off Jenny's nipples and tossed the chain aside. Jenny exhaled audibly in relief, but a second later the first drops of hot wax hit her bare skin. Jenny's eyes went wide with surprise and pain, then relaxed as the heat subsided.  Slowly, deliberately, Janet dripped wax all over Jenny's naked body - first her breasts, then her stomach, then her legs. Finally she trailed long lines of wax onto the sensitive skin of Jenny's inner thighs, then leaned in to taste Jenny's cunt for herself.

Meanwhile Kristin, who had been stroking herself as she watched all this, was startled to feel a hand on her shoulder. She turned around to see Elena, who had finished her duties in the kitchen and was now able to join in the fun. Elena crawled over the back of the couch, knelt between Kristin's legs, and began to skillfully tongue the blonde's wet hole.

Kristin leaned back and closed her eyes for a minute, and when she opened them again, Jenny had been untied from the ceiling and was now on her knees, still gagged and with her hands still tied. Janet Lee had donned a large strap-on, which she forced into the Bitch's mouth after unzipping her again. Satisfied that it was sufficiently lubricated, she pulled it from the Bitch's mouth and slammed it into Jenny's pussy from behind. At that very moment Kristin orgasmed violently, quaking and gripping Elena's head with her hands as the servant girl continued to lick and finger her clit.

Sophie, meanwhile, had stripped naked and was ready to get involved. She removed Jenny's gag and tossed it aside, wriggling underneath Jenny so Jenny could lick her slit. Kristin reached for her drink and tossed back a mouthful, feeling Elena's tongue work inside her as she watched Jenny, still covered in wax, get fucked hard from behind with her face in Sophie's beautiful cunt. Yes, there was no doubt about it: Janet Lee knew how to throw one hell of a party.