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Sorority Sisters
By
Jan
It was a cold fall night and Christine was beyond being cold. She hardly felt the damp grass under her feet as she stood there with her sister pledges about to swim across the lake. This was the last stupid test of endurance before being pledges to the sorority.
The Sorority Priestess was giving them their last challenge before they would become members of the Greek House of a prominent New England college for young ladies from the best homes in the country. None of the young ladies selected for this school come from a family not listed in the Fortune 500. Christine was born into a family that controls every pharmaceutical sold in almost every country in the world.
When she entered college she researched the Greek Houses and deliberately selected the one discreetly devoted to the Sisterhood of Sapho.
She had become a devoted lesbian over the years. She had played the normal childhood games with other girls. In her case they had become more than a game. She had enjoyed the kissing games that progressed to playing with each other's pussies. When she became a teenager she became addicted to all of the sexual acts that girls can play with each other. Eventually she met a woman that was quite famous in the artistic community around the world.
Christine would have been enamored with her even if she had been straight. She met her at an art exhibit and the woman took a liking to her right away. As the women led her through the gallery sipping wine she casually commented to Christine that she was a lesbian much the same way she would have said that she prefers the color blue.
The woman told Christine that she would like to show her a good time while she was in Boston. Christine was flattered that the woman had chosen her. There were hundreds of sexy women at the exhibit for the opening. There were actresses from Broadway and Hollywood along with world famous models.
For the next few days she was being escorted every place in the company of this fabulous artist. At night she was taught more about sex than she had learned her previous four years. By the time the woman moved on, Christine was a committed lesbian. She did keep in touch with the woman and it was her suggestion to try and pledge her old sorority.
So she sought out the sorority and expressed her desire to become a sister. It did not take the leadership long to find out that Christine was a devoted lesbian. When rush week was over and the freshmen were undergoing their initiations. Christine and fifteen other eighteen-year olds were led blindfolded in to a room set up as a Greek Hellenistic temple.
All sixteen of them were naked when the blindfolds were removed. The president of the sorority was dressed as a high priestess. She had on a tunica in light green with a dark olive green palla draped over her arm at the elbow. The tunica was floor length and pinned together on her left shoulder.
The other gals that were holding offices in the sorority were dressed in costumes made in a similar manner. Most of the rest of them were tunicas with different colored sash cords around the waist and cress crossing the breasts denoting their position of office. The rest of the gals in the sorority were dressed in tunica's that barely covered their asses. The color of the sash cords denoted the year in school, brown was freshmen, yellow was sophomores, blue was juniors, red was seniors, gold was post graduates and black was graduated sisters that were guests of honor. The pledges had done all of the sophomoric stunts that all pledges have to do all week long. Tonight was the final step to become members of their sisterhood. Each pledge had to crawl on her hands and knees to the priestess in front of her and wash her feet. When they were finished the priestess lifted her tunica and dropped it over their heads.
Christine knew what was expected. She was looking at the pussy of one of the seniors that was the membership committee chairwoman and her sponsor. The gal was standing there with her legs spread to shoulder width. She had on shoes that were not quite from the Hellenistic period. They were open toed high heeled sandals that laced all the way up to her knees.
Christine placed her hands on the hips of her sponsor and moved her face close enough to smell the gal's pussy. She loved the aroma of the pussy. She stuck her nose into the hairy crack. She stuck out her tongue and lapped at the wet inner lips. She sucked on the labia with her mouth open so that the lips vibrated against her mouth so that it made a loud vibrating sound.
The other sorority sisters all cheered at her efforts even if they could not see what she was doing. Her sponsor could not deprive her sisters of the sight and lifted her tunica up and gathered it in her hands above her waist. Everyone cheered. Girls were arguing over which one was going to get Christine as a roommate.
When she was finished bringing her sponsor to a climax she was allowed to stand up. She took a good look around the room. The black belted women were standing behind the younger women and were feeling them up while nibbling on their necks.
Christine wanted to see if her artist mentor had made it to the pledge night to welcome her into the sisterhood. The problem was that they all had on masks from the Greek Tragedies. She tried to recognize the hands and arms. After all she had been felt up and masturbated by her enough that she thought she could recognize them. She was disappointed that she should not recognize her.
They were led to the private lake where they were told they had to swim across it. Four girls had a rowboat sitting at the waters edge. They were told that if they could not swim across the lake that they would be rescued. A review panel would be convened to determine if the pledge would be given a second chance to be accepted.
Christine felt the cold chill of the night air as she stood there with the other fifteen girls wading out into the lake until they started swimming one by one. Christine felt confident that she would make it. The water was cold so she figured the best thing to do was just swim steady. No stopping to rest. The pack started to spread out. The weaker swimmers were starting to fall behind. There was one girl keeping up with her. Christine was naturally a very competitive girl. She started picking up the pace and the other girl stayed just off of her shoulder. Even in the dark they could see each other under water.
The cold water was sapping their strength. Then the other girl started cramping up. Christine saw her reach for her legs and knew what was happening because she could feel her own legs getting cold. Rather that abandoning the other girl she took her by the neck in the rescue maneuver and started pulling her to shore. Even with one arm she was strong enough to pull the girl to shore.
As they approached the other shore four girls in their tunica's waded out into the water up to their waists. They took hold of the two of them and carried them to shore. The other girls had blankets that they wrapped around them. They rubbed them dry and led them to a campfire. One by one each of the girls was brought to the fire. There were two girls that had to be pulled into the boat.
Christine later learned that the two of them were subjected to another test. If they wanted to be members of their sorority they had to prove themselves. They were spanked with paddles and had to suck their pussies and lick their assholes. They both had to drink the piss from the members until they vomited.
While they were gathered around the fire warming up Christine felt familiar hands on her body. When she turned around she saw the woman in the mask of Queen Jocasta, from the Oedipus Rex play, before she found out the man she married and had two daughters with was her own son Oedipus. The mask Jocasta used after she found out she had slept with her own son was a tragic distortion until she hanged herself. It was a bronze mask of a regal woman. When the woman pulled the mask up Christine saw that it was her old friend the artist.
Her mature friend was the one that gave her the flat sandals with laces up Christine's legs to her knees. Then she unfolded Christine's tunica and pulled it down over her head and tied the material on both shoulders. Then she wrapped the brown sash cord around Christine's neck and cress crossed the cord between Christine's breasts before wrapping it around her waist and tying it off with the tassels hanging in front. She admired the way Christine looked.
She led Christine back to the cabin where the woman warmed her up by spanking her bottom. The spanking was more for fun than punishment. It was just a reminder that she was the subordinate in this act of love and sex. She was forced to put on a slave collar with the name of the artist on it to announce to everyone that she was the property of the artist. As part of her submission to the woman she stuffed a large dildo into Christine's pussy and an even larger butt plug into her asshole. Then she was fitted for a specially constructed chastity belt that was designed to keep the rubber objects from coming out of her body while she went about servicing her mistress.
Christine had her nipples pierced years ago. She was fitted with very delicate gold butterflies concaved to fit over her breasts with the nipples pulled through holes and bolts fitted through the nipples to hold them in place.
The artist assumed a regal position in a throne chair and had Christine kneel before her. Any movement on Christine's part forced her body to move around the rubber objects in her body and reminded her that she was full. The dildo in her pussy had been designed with a little finger at the base to stimulate her clitoris. She was being stimulated with every movement of her body. She was having little climaxes constantly.
As she knelt before the woman she admired so much she placed her hands on the long slender legs and held them apart. She was very familiar with the woman's skin. She was old enough that her skin was not as elastic as a girl's. The skin had a dry look.
There is always the debate among lesbians about whether women should shave their auxiliary hair or not. The artist was one of those women that rebelled against the fashion of the time and did not shave at all. Not that her pubis and underarms had an over abundance of hair.
When she lifted her arms the hair parted between her body and upper arm. It was darker than the hair on her head. Christine licked the underarms upon demand. She could smell the woman's underarms and it made her clit tingle even without the added stimulus of the dildo finger. The woman's breasts were pulled out of the tunica.
Christine could never get enough of her breasts. They were no larger that a normal 38-C but the areolas were huge. They covered half of the tits and the nipples were as large as the first joint of her pinky fingers. Christine didn't care who saw her sucking on the woman's tits.
All fifteen of Christine's pledge sisters were performing sexual favors for the sorority sisters. Some had to satisfy three or four gals at a time.
When the artist placed her hand on top of Christine's head and pushed down she knew what the woman wanted. She slid down her body and placed her mouth on that hairy pussy. She had performed this act on her many times but never in front of other women. The fact that other women could watch her added to her thrill. She performed oral sex on the woman admirably. Her beloved mentor did provide a lot of juice for her to swallow and cover her face. The woman was just recovering from a glorious climax when Christine felt something pressing the bottom of her chastity belt.
When she looked around she saw the president of the sorority behind her. She felt honored to draw the attention of the alpha female in the sorority. The president removed the chastity belt and pulled the butt plug out first.
Christine had a strange empty feeling when the plug was removed. Her sphincter was stretched out so much that anyone that happened to be behind her could see into her gaping asshole. When Christine tried to pucker her asshole closed the pain forced her to relax.
Then the president took hold of the dildo and pulled it out. There was a sucking sound as the dildo came out of Christine's pussy. Now Christine really felt empty. She wanted something to fill the empty space so badly that she could have cried.
The woman watched the sorority sister as she started spanking Christine's butt with her open hand. When Christine's behind was bright red and the heat could be felt inches away form the skin. Christine was continuing to suck the pussy of her woman friend while she sobbed. Her tears were adding to the moisture in the pussy.
The president had also exposed her breasts and she started rubbing her breasts up and down the seam of Christine's butt. The anus had relaxed and closed but when the nipples were pressed against the opening it opened up and she was able to insert the nipple into the asshole. The vulva was also visible between her legs. She slowly worked her fist into Christine's pussy.
Christine was in a submissive heaven. A dominate woman's pussy was being ground against her face and another woman no more than three years her senior was fist fucking her pussy from behind. Every thrust of the fist drove her face into the hairy pussy. As much as Christine wanted it to last forever eventually she collapsed unconscious.
When she came to the room was full of pledges and sisters. They had written the names of the sixteen pledges on cardboard disks. They were placed into a fish bowl along with nine blank disks. The senior and junior girls that were not committed to relationships with last year's pledges stepped forward to select a disk. The ones that drew a blank disk got first choice of last years pledges.
Christine's name was pulled tenth by one of the senior gals. She introduced herself as Veronica. She added that her friends called her Vickie. She led Christine and her friend to her room.
The room had closets on either side as you entered the room, beds on either side too. They each had desks facing the window with computers on them. The three of them moved all of Christine's belongings into the room before they did anything else.
Christine knew that college life was going to please her very much. Her roommate was a tall girl. She was close to six-foot tall and very much the dominant type. Even her artist friend recognized her authority. What twenty-one-year old would not enjoy dominating a woman almost old enough to be her mother?
The rest of the weekend was spent with Vickie spanking the two of them and forcing them to do her sexual bidding. By the time the girls had to go to classes Christine had to say goodbye to her artist friend until another time.
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