Sororities: Sigma Epsilon Xi: One Orgasm, Two Orgasm, Three Orgasm, More...

Samantha had been left in Kristen's room, seated at the desk. Like the other chairs in the sorority house, this one also had a hole for a phallus and Samantha had slowly impaled herself after Kristen had twisted one of the smooth wooden cocks into place. Sitting there, waiting for Kristen to fetch her was difficult and Samantha spent several minutes contemplating what she had become.

It was difficult to understand. The previous year, when she had been kidnapped by the Waxers, she had felt the first longings of sexual deviance, but never in her mind did she dream that she would be longing for the types of torture and humiliation she had been enduring these last few days. Involuntarily she bounced on the phallus as she remembered the best of the sexual torments. She knew that if she stayed and joined the sorority, that these urges she was feeling would be fulfilled, but she also knew that she would fall deeper down the hole of depravity.

It wasn't long before Kristen reappeared, motioning Sam to follow her to the meeting room. Sam rose from the desk chair with a sucking slurp, leaving the wooden cock oiled and glistening. Padding lightly down the steps in her bare feet, Samantha shivered with excitement, her eyes sparkling with anticipation to the night's ordeal. What could Mistress Tami have planned?

Once more Samantha entered the large conference room of the sorority. Taking her place at the end of the row of eight girls, she sank down, feeling the dramatic difference in the large plastic vibrator now embedded in the hot pink wet flesh between her legs. She wiggled slightly, getting used to new toy. With a self conscious chuckle Sam knew that if anything, the remainder of her life would be spent with some sort of object inside her.

Unusually, Samantha wasn't the last to arrive, with Ally and one of the other girls entering just as the clock struck the five o'clock chime. It seemed all the sorority sisters were present that evening, as the audience watching the eight seated pledges had grown. Samantha looked around for Kristen and Desiree, but noticed that neither of them were present. It was Mistress Nicole who stepped forward to address the pledges.

"Good evening, ladies. I want to commend all of you for enduring another day of sorority life. Rest assured that I have been informed that all of you are doing very well, and since there is no limit of open spots and if you each continue as you have, every one of you will be accepted into the sorority." There was a slight scattering of applause from the assembled girls as all eight of the pledges smiled, some in relief.

"Now, all of you have experienced what it is like to be submissive. And to be honest, that will not change when you are with one of us, nor will it even change as you move up to junior status, though you will be allowed to dominate next year's initiates." Nicole said, smiling.

"But tonight you will be tested on your willingness to dominate, to torment, torture, and abuse sexually a submissive yourself." Mistress Nicole looked toward the door where Kristen had stuck her head in. With a nod, Kristen turned and began pulling something into the room.

Samantha opened her eyes in surprise. Both Kristen and Desiree were pulling large wooden carts, almost like hospital gurneys, into the room. Stretched out wide, totally naked, on each cart, was a boy. Blindfolded and gagged, their hands were bound above they're heads, and each leg dangled off the side, tightly tied to the base of the cart. Their long cock stuck straight up.

There was a murmur from the pledges as they took in the sight of the two boys. Uncertain of what was required, there was the sound of shifting bodies, as well as the excited anticipation of those watching.

"No doubt you are wondering who these boys are. They're names are inconsequential. They are members of a fraternity who long ago agreed to supply us with cock whenever we so desired. If you become members of our sorority, you will be given more information about our mutual responsibilities. In any event, these two freshman boys were selected by their fraternity to submit to us today." Nicole said, motioning to the two boys.

"One of the things we teach here is the absolute dominance of the female over the male. We realize there may be times when you are forced to submit, or even want to submit, but we want it to be YOUR choice, not the males, when that happens. To give you the foundations for your further roles in our sorority, we ask that you participate in a special game." Nicole stepped up to the first of the boys, reaching out and taking hold of his rock hard cock, squeezing it.

"We will begin at the ends, starting with Samantha and Ally. Each of you will go to one of the boys and using whatever means you want, force him to come. There are supplies located on the bottom trays of the carts, including lotions, gels, and other instruments. You may speak to them, touch them, kiss them, or use your body on theirs in any way, but you may not remove their blindfolds or gags. Each of you will do both boys, so Samantha will start with this one, and will be the last girl to force Ally's boy to come. Each of you have fifteen minutes to make them come. Are there any questions so far?" Nicole asked.

Janet raised her hand and Nicole nodded to her. "Yes, Janet?"

"Well, I just have a question about making the boys orgasm. My old boyfriend could only come once, and then he would have to wait an hour or two, before we could have sex again. How are we going to make them orgasm over and over?"

Nicole chuckled. "Well, that will be up to you. You must be creative. This game is also played like the children's game hot potato, with a promised punishment for any girl that can't make their male ejaculate. So there is a definite incentive to do your best. As for the boys, well this type of sexual torment is specifically called cock milking. By the end of this evening they will be sexual exhausted, sore, throbbing, and very unlikely to have sex for the next two weeks." Nicole shrugged.

It was Heather who raised her hand next. "Um, I'm just curious about what the punishment will be."

Nicole's face turned stony and she nodded. "An excellent question, pledge. Any girl failing to bring about an orgasm will be escorted by the other pledges and a contingent of sisters to the University President's house, where she will be stripped, whipped, forced to endure ten minutes on the punishment phallus and then will give a blowjob to the President and any guests he may have with him."

There was a hushed silence and even Samantha's eyes widened. This punishment seemed more severe than any she had heard or experienced. She looked down the line of girls and wondered if it would be her who was punished.

"Any other questions?" There was only silence to answer Mistress Nicole and she nodded. Kristen moved her cart right in front of Samantha.

"You may now begin." Announced Nicole.

Samantha stood up, groaning slightly as she became suddenly empty. The boy was obviously handsome, his light dusty blond hair giving him a Beach boy look. He had only a light sprinkling of hair across his chest and someone had shaved his balls and trimmed his pubic hair. He looked almost good enough to be a porn star, except that his cock was only seven inches long. Just slightly above average.

As Samantha stepped forward, Kristen bent down and whispered.

"Don't worry; they've both been given that drug that keeps them hard for hours."

Samantha nodded and quickly inventoried the variety of unguents, oils, lotions, and toys underneath the cart. Without hesitation she grabbed a flavored oil and began pouring it over the extended cock. In moments it glistened with an odd red sheen and Sam began pumping it, rubbing her hand up and down in long flowing movements. He seemed to arch his back whenever she touch the edge of the head, and so she spent a few minutes with short little motions, tormenting and sensitizing him.

He seemed close, his hips bucking, and she quickly bent over, sucking his entire cock into her mouth. Sam tasted the delicious berry flavor as she worked the cock, almost swallowing it down her throat. And then there came a loud groan and she felt the cock harden in her mouth. It turned to granite and then pulsed a few times and suddenly she felt it squirt its white cream deep into her body. She swallowed, trying to clear it, pulling herself clear of the cock, only to reward herself with a squirt of cum that hit her cheek and dribbled down.

The boy's cock was still hard and seemed to pulse as Samantha wiped her face clean and returned to her seat. To her astonishment, her sexual desire had increased and she moaned as the huge vibrating phallus was embedded once more in the hot flesh between her legs. She sat, trembling, one hand delicately between her legs, rubbing her clit, as the next pledge rose and began sucking noisily on the boy's shaft. Ally, on the far side of the room, was also finished. Still as pretty as ever, Ally had managed to get a glob of cream in her blond hair.

Time seemed to go fast, especially since the next three girls on each side managed to make the boy explode in the time allotted. Both boys were now in the center of the row, tired, but still hard. Sara and Cindi, the middle two had managed to make their first attempts explode, but then switched off. Cindi succeeded first by rubbing the boy's cock and whispering in his ear. Sam watched, thinking of different ways to make the boys explode.

Katherine and Janet also managed to make their boys explode. Both of them got out sexual toys. Janet used a soft silky massager and Katherine pulled out a large vacuum pump which excited her victim enough to get him ready. Heather resorted back to cock sucking, swallowing as much of her target as possible until he popped, a tiny bead of cum rising out of his cock. Megan was a bit more creative; sucking on the boy's balls while stroking him passionately seemed to get the job done.

And then Ally and Sam once more rose, groaning as the large phalluses left their bodies. Stepping up, Samantha could see the exhaustion in the boy's face. His dark hair was radically different from the first boy's, and in a startled moment she recognized him. It was Mike, the freshman boy would she had lost a game of pool with the day before. For a moment she wondered if that game had been rigged, but then immediately bent forward, reaching out and grasping the poor boy's cock.

"Mike, I know you can't see me, but we played pool together a two nights ago. Do you remember me?" Whispered Samantha. Mike nodded his head, still unable to speak because of the gag.

Samantha smiled and gave him a quick kiss. "Then you know what I look like. Just imagine that, okay?"

Her mouth and hands immediately went to work on Mike's cock, stroking and sucking it like a pro. But seven orgasms in less than two hours take a tremendous toll on a boy. With only three minutes left to go in her fifteen, Samantha was beginning to worry Mike wouldn't pop. She leaned over, looking down at the base of the cart. There, in the very back was the tiny box she was hoping for. She reached down and snatched it up, pulling out one small pack and opening it. In moments, the latex sheath surrounded Mike's cock and Samantha quickly got on the cart and straddled Mike.

He groaned as she sank downward on his rod, impaling herself with him, just as she had with the various phalluses around the sorority house. She began to ram herself up and down, rocking her hips as she fucked him. The cart moved slightly back and forth on its wheels as she thrust. Mike groaned, his hips finally matching her movements, thrusting himself upward. She leaned down, stretching, rubbing her breasts back and forth across his face, his open mouth trying desperately to suck in her nipple. She let him, feeling the suction on her breast.

She squeezed him hard, tugging at his cock when she felt him buck and tense, his shaft going hard as granite. There was a tiny tremble from his groin which barely translated up into her when Kristen's hand settled on her shoulder.

"Got to get off, Sam. Time's up." Kristen said.

Samantha nodded and lifted herself up. Mike, still ram rod hard, moaned as she did, leaving his cock out in the cold. As she dropped to the floor, Kristen pulled the condom off Mike, turning it inside out. Without a word the junior girl took the condom to Nicole who examined it carefully.

"Did he cum?" Asked Tami, who stepped up, curious.

Nicole shrugged. "I guess we better ask him." Together, Kristen, Tami, and Nicole went to Mike who still lay bound on the cart. Kristen carefully removed the gag.

"Slave boy, we need to know if you experienced an orgasm during the final torment." Nicole said softly, leaning forward.

Mike nodded, his voice coming in a cracked whisper. "I did." Nicole straightened up with a surprised smile. Tami nodded in appreciation. Only Kristen looked disappointed.

Mistress Nicole turned to the whole room and opened her arms. "We are pleased to announce that Samantha was able to complete her challenge. Thus, only Ally will be serving a punishment tonight. For those of you who are part of the escort, please get prepared." Mistress Nicole turned to the pledges. "Girls, please go and get dressed, with the exception of Ally, of course. We have something special for her to wear tonight."

Samantha sighed in relief. It had been really close and she was worried. She turned and looked across the room to see Ally burst into tears, cuddling her junior sister. The poor blond girl seemed beside herself in misery.

Samantha felt Kristen's hand and turned to follow her own junior sister, who quickly took her back to their room where Samantha's clothes hung. Quickly she donned them, taking only a moment in the restroom to clean herself. In moments they were back in the main room where Ally stood in the center of the room, feet in golden high heeled sandals, wrapped in a velvety black cape and hood.

Mistresses Tami and Nicole headed up the procession and the girls left the sorority house two by two. For some reason, Sam ended up walking next to Ally, who stared forward resolutely. There were sixteen girls, the nine pledges, and seven members. Samantha saw that neither Kristen nor Desiree was there, and it seemed only the Mistresses of the sorority had come.

Samantha reached out a hand and took Ally's in her own, giving the condemned girl a squeeze. "You okay?" She asked.

Ally turned and looked at her through the dark shadows of the hood. "Not really. I'm not sure about this. I'm terrified. I'm glad you made it, but I wish I wasn't doing this alone." Ally said, then gave Samantha a final squeeze of the hand and once more looked forward.

The group continued to walk until they passed the tennis courts, and in a darkened shadow of the Coliseum, Mistress Nicole had them gather in a circle while she opened a large satchel she had been carrying.

"Girls, please take a mask, each of you. From here on, you will wear this mask until we reach the haven of our sorority house. Does any one have a question?"

There were shakes of the head and Samantha felt herself grasping a beautiful mask, framed with feathers and fur tuffs, beads, and crystal hanging from the edges. She slipped it over her head and turned to look at her fellow sisters, all who suddenly seemed escapees of a masquerade party. Samantha saw Tami slip a gilded raven's mask over her face, the beak sticking far out, and she stepped up next to her own Mistress.

"Mistress Tami? I need to ask you a favor." Samantha said, laying a soft hand on Tami's sleeve. Tami turned and looked at Samantha.

"What is it, Sam? You okay?" Tami said, concern in her voice.

Sam nodded. "I'm fine, but Ally isn't. She's terribly frightened. She said she was glad I passed the test, but she wished she wasn't alone."

Tami paused, not interrupting, wanting Samantha to finish.

"Anyway, I was wondering if it would be possible for me to take her place, or at least share it with her, so she wouldn't be alone."

"Are you serious?" Tami asked, bewilderment in her voice.

Samantha nodded.

Tami sighed, obviously thinking. She looked over at Nicole and then back at Sam. "Wait here."

Samantha watched as Tami approached Nicole and the two head Mistresses conversed in secret. Nicole's head popped up once and glanced at Samantha, her eyes burning through the darkness and the anonymity of the mask. For once, Sam was glad her face was covered and that they stood in the relative darkness of night, for her cheeks immediately turned scarlet. There was a nodding of heads and Nicole approached Samantha. Tami stepped off to the side and lifted her cell phone, speaking quietly into it.

"This is a very noble offer, Samantha. I'm not sure what's behind it." Nicole said, her voice soft so no one else could hear."

Sam nodded. "I'm worried about Ally, Mistress Nicole."

"Yes, that's what Tami said. I know of your...proclivities, and I'm not surprised that this punishment doesn't embarrass you..."

"Oh but it does, Mistress!" Sam gushed.

Nicole held up her hand. "Yes, yes. Whatever. If I allow this, you will get no credit with the sorority. It will not become known that you made this offer to help Ally."

"If that is what you wish, Mistress." Samantha said, sighing in relief now that it was apparent that Nicole and Tami would let her stand with Ally.

Nicole let out a soft chuckle. "As you wish, pledge."

A moment later there the sound of running footsteps approached the group and Samantha was startled to see Kristen pounding up to the group. She was dressed normally, but held in her hands a pair of golden high heels and another black cloak, ones exactly like Ally's.

She bowed once to Mistress Tami and then approached Nicole. In a loud voice that everyone could hear she begged Nicole's forgiveness.

"Mistress Nicole, I apologize for interrupting your outing, but new information has recently come to light. After examining our slave boy, we determined that he knows Samantha, recognized her, and lied to keep her from being punished. There was no orgasm. She failed in her duty and by the rules must suffer the punishment proscribed by the sorority." Kristen said.

There was a startled hush as the other pledges gaped and then stared at Sam. Samantha too was astonished, wondering if it was true, but then realizing that Nicole and Tami had planned the whole thing, and that Tami had called Kristen, telling her what to say and do.

Two of the other Mistresses took hold of Samantha and pulled her back into the darkness of one of the coliseum doorways. Samantha didn't even need to help as they stripped her naked, tossing her clothing out to Nicole who stuffed it in her satchel. Samantha's pumps came off and the golden shoes were placed on her feet, buckled and strapped. Lastly, the velvet cloak enfolded her in darkness and they pulled her forward to stand by Ally, who looked at her in bewilderment.

"Let's go. We're expected." Nicole announced, and once more the girls, with Kristen trailing behind, marched forward toward the President's Mansion. Ally reached out as the walked, taking Samantha's hand in her own, squeezing it softly in thanks.

The mansion stood on a grassy hill just to the south of the coliseum. Its white Corinthian pillars stood gleaming under the bright flood lights that illuminated the lawn. Two university police officers stood on the sidewalk along the front of the lawn and one reached up and spoke into his radio. Immediately, the front of the house was cast in shadows as the flood lights dimmed and went out.

"Is the President ready, Officer?" asked Nicole as she approached. The policeman seemed accepting of the masked girl in front of him and he nodded. "Absolutely, Mistress Nicole. I hope you have a good evening." He semi-saluted her and she nodded. Together the girls moved up the drive until they stood under the huge portico, ringing the bell.

The door opened and a well dressed man appeared in the light. Samantha recognized him as the provost marshal and she gasped as he nodded to Nicole and Tami and allowed them into the house without a word. They turned to the left, moving into a large sitting room with several couches, chairs, and a unlit fireplace.

The room was beautifully decorated, but Sam expected that. Her university fees weren't for nothing. Crystal decanters stood on a sideboard and sitting in one of the easy chairs sat the president of the University. His face was already flushed and his collar was loose, his tie removed and not even in sight. A small goblet of sherry stood on the side table and he smiled as the girls entered.

The provost marshal entered as well and sat down on one of the couches. Everything in the room was arranged to face the fireplace mantle and Nicole and Tami seemed to lead everyone to the front of the room. There was a hush at first and then Nicole stepped forward and turned toward the girls.

"Ladies, please escort the pledges to seats, with the exception of the condemned."

The president laughed. "The condemned? You make this sound like a punishment!"

Nicole turned and glared at the man. "It is, Mr. President." Sam swallowed as Kristen and the other Mistress escorted the pledges away from the fireplace and seated them around the room. Janet got planted next too the provost marshal who immediately wrapped an arm around her, his hand slipping dangerously low to her breasts.

"Mr. President, Provost," Nicole said, "I present to you two of our newest sorority members. Both girls failed an ordeal tonight, and while this will not in any way endanger their positions within our society, their failure must be dealt with. They were told, prior to their trial, that failure would result in their abject humiliation in front of you, their painful punishment, and then the forced relief of your needs. We will begin immediately." Nicole turned back to Sam and Ally.

"Condemned, disrobe, immediately." Nicole ordered.

Samantha didn't hesitate as she pulled open the black holocaust cloak, slipping the hood back and exposing her raven chocolate hair. Her mask remained in place, as did the masks of every girl in the room. Sam looked to see Ally slowly opening her own robe, baring the soft pale skin Sam was so accustomed too.

They glanced at each other, and the both condemned girls dropped their robes at the same time, a dramatic effect. Ally seemed to be holding up well, her flagging spirits restored by sharing her punishment. Their breasts seemed to glisten in the soft lamp light and Sam could see the hard bulges in the trousers of each man.

"Assume the whipping position please." Mistress Nicole ordered.

Samantha realized that without chairs, Nicole meant for them to place their hands on mantle. Leaning back carefully, she arched her back, moving her feet outward and spreading her legs obscenely. The hungry looks in both the provosts and president's faces were evident. Ally copied Sam and together both girls presented their bodies.

Tami approached with two crop type whips, each with a large leather loop at the end. Sam heaved a sigh of relief, knowing that while the whip would sting, the bark would be worse than the bite. She resolved to be highly vocal, almost acting as if it hurt far worse.

With Nicole on Ally's right, and Tami on Sam's left, the two condemned girls stood awaiting their first blows. Nicole swung first, laying the crop across both Ally's nipples, a loud crack resounding, and thin red line immediately appearing across the span of soft mounds. Sam was looking at Ally's bosom when Tami's first blow caught her right on the clit, causing her to almost loose her balance, and eliciting a surprised squeal. Sam flushed scarlet as the two men watched in rapt attention, savoring the punishments. Nicole swung again, echoing her first strike, and causing Ally to let out a long wavering cry.

The blows began to come faster, raining down on the two condemned girls. It took only a few moments for their entire fronts to be turned crimson, a delicious pink shade from breast to thigh. There pussies were not spared either, as both Mistress made sure to swing their crops up directly between the outstretched legs of both girl, simultaneously, turning the wet and sodden slits, into fiery pits.

It wasn't long before Ally was crying, tears cascading down her face. Sam too felt different. This torture was not as sexual, more painful, and she bit her lip to keep from showing her discomfort.

"Turn around. Then get on your knees, both of you." Nicole ordered. Samantha and Ally both straightened, stretching their bodies as they turned and presented their bottoms to the provost marshal and the president. Nicole turned and snapped her fingers and Kristen immediately moved forward with two huge dildos, dropping them on the ground next to each girl.

"Put those in your pussies, girls. You will stay in a position to keep those dildos in place while you receive the rest of your whipping."

Sam nodded and reached for her dildo. It was huge, easily a foot long and almost two inches thick. She pushed it between her legs, moving her bottom upward and then positioning herself to impale it, just as she had impaled Mike earlier. It was difficult to get in because of its thickness, but she managed. She glanced over at Ally who had also managed to ram her dildo upward.

Together the two girls leaned forward again, the outstretched petals of their sexes spread wide, impaled on the skin toned flesh of the dildos. Their breasts dangled, their forearms on the white marble tile of the fireplace, their bodies slightly dipping as each girl seemed to lightly push down on the huge phallus impaling them.

Then the whipping started again, but this time, Samantha's body involuntarily dipped as the whip crashed into her bottom. Driving her downward, she felt the huge phallus fill her and then slide out just a bit. Again the whip slammed home and Sam cried out, arching her back, but still managing to ram the dildo in deep. Over and over Tami struck her, matching Nicole's swings evenly, as Ally mimicked Sam's thrashing thrusts.

Soon, both girls' hindquarters were as pink and stripped as their fronts. While still smarting from the whipping, the girls felt as if it had been easier to bear because of the dildos. Their chests heaving as they regained their breath, they barely recognized two of the other mistresses bringing matching heavy framed dining room chairs upward. With a weighty thunk, both chairs faced the provost marshal, whose large cock was already out and being stroked by Janet, and the president, who seemed to have found Heather and pulled her into his lap, his hand under her skirt working furiously.

"Rise and stand in front of the chairs, ladies." Nicole said.

Trembling, Sam and Ally both rose, wobbling slightly. Sam looked down at the chairs and noticed two heavy upholstered pads and she smiled slightly. But then to her dismay, Kristen approached and removed both upholstered seats, exposing in the base of each chair the familiar large hole that decorated the sorority house seating. Sam swallowed as Kristen prepared the two punishment phalluses, laying the straps outward. Finally it was time to sit, and both Sam and Ally were slowly pushed down, impaled upon the most horrific phallus ever introduced.

Sam was somewhat used to it however, having been impaled twice already with the large metallic ribbed vibrating monstrosity. Having endured eighteen minutes once, she was prepared for the torment it could inflict, as well as the shattering orgasms. She reached out and took Ally's hand as the phallus sank into the stunning blond pledge. Ally groaned and twisted, never having experienced anything like it before.

Nicole and Tami leaned forward and began buckling Sam and Ally in. Straps holding the phallus in place went around each thigh and the waist. Thick bands of Velcro strapped the girl's wrists and ankles into place against the arm rests and legs of the chair. Finally, both Mistresses reached under the chairs and activated the punishment phalluses.

Sam gasped as the first jolt of electricity hit her. Ally just screamed, a loud cry of shock filling the room. Sam's thighs buckled, jerking wildly as the phallus began vibrating, ramming itself in hard, shocking her repeatedly. Samantha closed her eyes and leaned back in the chair, her legs spread obscenely, the petals of her sex seeming to throb around the tied in base.

It seemed their time on the punishment phallus went on and on. Samantha experienced her first and then second orgasm, and from Ally's raucous cries, she was on her fourth. It was obvious that the provost marshal and the president were thoroughly enjoying the sight of these two masked beauties enduring the worst of torments for them.

And then it was over. Nicole and Tami stepped forward and quickly turned off the phalluses, unbinding Ally's and Samantha's limbs, and then the phallic straps. Slowly, both girls stood, leaving the glistening wet rods still embedded in the heavy wooden seats.

"Gentlemen, the condemned will now satisfy your needs" Announced Nicole. Sam and Ally looked up at her and then stepped gingerly over to the men. Samantha went to the president, unseating Heather as Ally went to the provost marshal. Almost synchronized, both girls immediately grasped the exposed cocks of the school officials, bobbing their masked heads down on each thick rod. Samantha relaxed and began to enjoy it, the power she held in her hand. Her sex felt thick and wet and she almost wished that the night was no where close to being over.

It didn't take long, with the provost exploding before the president, but the interesting show had worked wonders on the two men, and both of them released copious amounts of fluid into both Ally and Sam, who dutifully swallowed. Rising, both girls were covered with the black holocaust cloaks and then the entire escort closed ranks. Both men stood up and didn't bother to show them out. Nicole led the way while Tami brought up the rear, making sure that every girl was accounted for.

Outside the lights once more blinked off as the left the residence, making their way back down the sidewalk past the football stadium up towards the coliseum. Sam walked with a spring in her step, feeling alive and sexually explosive. Even Kristen seemed to grin.

Tami moved back to the front and Sam heard her talking to Nicole.

"I think that was one of the best I've ever been too." Tami was saying. Nicole nodded.

It took ten minutes to walk the rest of the way to the sorority house, the girls excitedly chattering about the event. The rest of the sorority sisters who hadn't been allowed to go clamored around, demanding details, still stunned from the revelation that Samantha had ended up whipped and punished. But in the end, the girls were told to redress and head home for the evening, and to be back Friday afternoon at five.

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