The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

The morning sun streamed through the bedroom window and the chirping of birds heralded another beautiful mid-September morning. There was a slight chill in the air as summer gave way grudgingly to fall. But it was not the sun, the birds, nor the temperature that caused Gregg to wake with a start. No, the nightmares had begun again.

Through his morning mental fog, he remembered vaguely from the previous night that his dream journal was missing off Heather’s nightstand. Turning to his right, the half of the bed occupied just last night by Emily was empty. She didn’t have Friday classes, so the hyper-kinetic nursing student was undoubtedly off on her morning jog. Gregg marveled for a moment at the girl’s dedication to physical fitness, working out at least once- often twice a day. Gregg never liked working out, and was thankful his power-sculpted physique required no maintenance on his part.

This night’s dream was typical of most dreams he’d had since he’d awoken with his powers. This time he was dashing colonel in the Confederate army during the U.S. Civil War. He’d risen in the ranks, despite having lost his left arm near the start of the campaign. It was another close call with a union bayonet that had landed him in the occupied plantation manor amidst the screams of the wounded and the dying. Because of his rank, he was afforded what few others were allowed amidst the chaos of war – a room upstairs and a curtain around his bed. Compared to the foot soldiers laid out nearly cheek-to-jowl below, the wounded officers’ rooms were practically luxurious.

Gregg, the unwitting observer through this distinguished gentleman’s eyes, watched amusedly as the near-formulaic series of events unfolded: gorgeous nurse with red hair and green eyes enters; unexplainable lusts lead to the abandonment of southern gentility; the southern belle’s virginity is happily lost minutes later to her one-armed hero.

The happy couple were still basking in the warm afterglow of their coupling when the colonel stuck his pinky in his hear, shaking it back and forth, wondering why he was hearing a high-pitched whistling sound. A second later, but a second too late, he realized the whistling wasn’t coming from inside his head and he tried to roll over and protect his new-found love. But the house, the colonel, the nurse, and the soldiers below perished in the bloody aftermath of an errant cannonball hitting a powder magazine someone thought would be safely hidden beside the impromptu hospital..

The details of the dream were quickly evaporating from his mind, but as nightmares go, Gregg had to chuckle. At least this one was thankfully short and perhaps even a bit comical. He never even learned his counterpart’s name.

He checked the time and cursed. He’d forgotten to set the alarm last night – that was something that Heather usually did. Now it was already 8:15am and if he rushed, he’d make it to his office with just a few minutes to gather his things before his 9am freshman seminar. Behind the clock lay his dream journal, the one he was sure was missing only hours before. Well, there was no time to dwell on the how or the why – he had to get showered and dressed.

Gregg emerged onto the 4th floor landing of the History building where his office was located. Charli sat against his office door staring intently at the notebook computer in her lap, her headphones covering her ears. She didn’t even notice Gregg until he was standing practically on top of her. When she looked up, she blushed so fiercely, Gregg was sure she was morphing into a beet. “Jesus, Gregg,” she gasped, but stared up at him for an extra long moment before getting out of his way. Charli quickly closed up her laptop and stowed it inside her backpack. She entered Gregg’s office and sat at the small table in the corner. She was still blushing and seemed very fidgety.

He wished he had time to talk with her, but he was running late. While he tried for the second time that morning to tie his tie so the front was longer than the back, he asked, “What brings you here so early? I figured maybe you’d prefer to sleep in…given last night’s…uh…activities.”

Charli blushed again, but it wasn’t due to her reminisces of the revenge she got to inflict upon Brittany, nor her memorable self-discovery at the Black Box. When Gregg spoke, she realized she’d gotten caught staring…and not into his eyes…

Last night was certainly an emotionally draining evening. And yet she awoke early this morning, truly excited to face the day. “I couldn’t sleep. Last night gave me a lot to think about. So, I thought I’d come by and get a jump start on my work…but I couldn’t get into the archives.”

Gregg was happy Charli felt strong enough to get back to work. He wouldn’t have blamed her if she decided to take another day off. For that matter, he was also glad Laura wasn’t there waiting either…“Where’s Chad? I know I’m late but I figured he’d be here to let you in. He’s got a key.”

Charli looked a bit uncomfortable and just shrugged her shoulders, again her eyes lingering on the soft bulge in Gregg’s pants. Shaking her head to clear it, she again forced herself to look him in the eye. “I didn’t tell him what happened last night…about Brittany or the decision I made. I’m still processing it all and don’t think I can explain it to him…I barely understand it myself. He cares a lot for me, I know…but it frustrates him that he can’t help me. That’s probably why you’re not on his favorite persons list right now.”

Gregg paused in tying his tie for a third time to stare sympathetically at Charli. “Yeah, I guess he still blames me for everything that happened to you…I don’t think he’s wrong to feel that way.”

Charli’s hands wrung in her lap and her long raven hair threatened to cascade in front of her eyes. It was a testament to her new-found strength that she intercepted it and quickly tucked it again behind her ear, refusing to hide her porcelain-hued face. Standing, she approached Gregg and freed him from his tie-tying debacle. Gregg looked down at her and marveled at just how beautiful Charli was. Just weeks before one would never know the diamond in the rough given her death-metal façade and curtain of oily-black hair covering her face. But her new-found friends had shown her just how beautiful she was and she was no longer afraid to show it.

“Men…” she sighed mostly to herself. “Heather was right about you…about both of you. I talked with her briefly this morning out in the quad. She said you’d carry your guilt around like a torch and that Chad was no different. You helped me a great deal last night…really. But what both of you seem to forget is that ultimately, I made the decision to go to that party myself. Sure, if you and I hadn’t become friends and if Chad and I hadn’t…well, you know…I never would have had the confidence to go to the Omega Xi house, much less talk with someone from their crowd. Yeah, what happened to me might never have happened…but on the other hand, I’d still be that mousy little push-over hiding in the corner.” Charli cinched up the tie, maybe a little too tightly as she angrily quashed the idea of ever being mousy again.

Charli returned to her seat and looked down at her feet again, lost in thought. Gregg could tell her rationalization was her new shield. Her averted gaze and trembling hands gave away the truth of the horror she still felt at the memory of her humiliation…of the knowledge that her new friend, Laura, was raped trying to come to her rescue. Gregg was sure Charli was feeling the same guilt over what happened to Laura as he was over what happened to Charli.

“Am I correct in guessing then, that you still don’t want to come to class this morning?”

Charli didn’t really need to answer, her body language said everything. “No…I’d rather not. Chad promised to go over today’s class notes with me later this morning. Speaking of which, you should probably get to your class or you’ll be late.” Gregg still had a couple of minutes, but clearly Charli didn’t really want to talk anymore.

Gregg detached a key from his key ring. “Here. This is my key to the archive downstairs. Take whatever you need.”

Again, Charli had to pull her gaze up from his crotch which seemed to be acting like a magnet for her eyes. Gregg was amused. He knew she looked up to him like a hero (as little as he felt he deserved it given what had happened), but she’d never been so brazen in her lust.

“Thanks, but…I…I think I’m just going to go back to the HQ and do homework. I don’t think I can focus on…on…this today…”

Hearing his apartment still referred to as “HQ” despite their being done with their impromptu business proposal to save the dig site made Gregg smile. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

Charli stood and hugged herself against Gregg. Immediately his arms encircled her body and held her close. “I’m worried about Laura…I know she’s done some pretty bad things, but she didn’t deserve what happened to her…and I can’t help but feel it was all my fault. If I hadn’t become her friend…She slept last night again at the HQ. I don’t think she’s been back to the sorority house for more a change of clothes since…since…well, I think that’s another thing that’s getting Chad upset. They seem to have some history, but he won’t talk about it. When I brought it up with her she just started crying.”

Gregg held her tighter and gently stroked her hair and kissed the top of her head. “I’ll think of something.”

Charli responded by hugging back tighter yet, and Gregg wasn’t sure, but he thought he felt her grinding against him a little with her hips. Lifting her head and standing on tip-toes, she surprised Gregg with a searing kiss that was equal in intensity as the one they shared the night she lost her virginity to Chad.

“What was that for?” he asked somewhat surprised and breathless.

Stepping free from his embrace, Charli quickly hitched her backpack over one shoulder. “That was from Emily. She stopped by your apartment on her morning jog to drop off a disk she said I had to watch.” Again her eyes dropped momentarily toward Gregg’s crotch before she headed out the door. From the outside his office her final words echoed in the stairwell, “She was right!”

It took Gregg a few more seconds before he put two and two together…Em had given Charli a copy of the blackmail marathon-fuck video they’d made of him and Brittany. That’s what she was watching on her computer outside his office.

Gregg looked up at the clock on his wall. ‘Shit! I’ll have to run…’

The freshman seminar was a bit of a surreal affair. He’d run to class (no easy task with his expanding dick against his slacks) and by the time he’d arrived, he was red-faced and a bit sweaty. The females in the classroom didn’t seem to mind, especially those that saw his somewhat diminished, but no-less-remarkable, buldge. In his embarrassment and exhaustion, he’d let his mental guard down and he could pick up on some of the errant thoughts streaming from the women in class: they were racy enough to make a porn star blush!

Chad was already at the corner table correcting the homework that was assigned on Wednesday. He didn’t even look up so say hello.

It was no surprise that neither Charli nor Laura weren’t there. That he was genuinely worried about Laura was an indication of how much she’d come to mean to him in his mind. The first time they’d met, she was teasing Charli…just another holier-than-thou Omega Xi who thought she had the right to walk over everybody else. The lesson he taught her that day was the first step in her eventual transformation…a transformation that got her raped because she tried to do the right thing.

And there, in the back row of class was the cause of Laura’s and Charli’s recent torments: Brittany Anderson.

It was difficult not to smile wickedly at her as she shifted uncomfortably in her seat – her soft padded jacket serving as an make-shift pillow to ease her bruised bottom. When Gregg arranged last night’s event, he had no idea of the rage that had built up inside Charli, a rage that was unleashed in a tidal fury against Brittany’s backside. And still, despite everything that had happened in the last few days, Brittany never tied her blackmail and beating to what she did to Charli or Laura. Truth be told, she probably was unaware that Laura was raped. She just sent those goons to get Laura out of her way. Still, Brittany was the one who set all the unfortunately events in motion. It digusted Gregg to know that Brittany truly was detached from the horrible things she did. Thus it fell to him to help her see the light, so to speak.

By the time class ended, Chad was already gone. The student assignments were neatly laid out across the table with scores and comments hastily written across them. As students filed past him at the lectern, more than one girl gave him her best flirtatious smile. Gregg was mostly oblivious to their advances – he was seeking out one student in particular. “Miss Anderson? A word please?” More than one hopeful smile soured into jealousy at that moment.

Brittany broke away from the line…not that she’d done the homework anyway. Gregg’s command that she attend all classes and have exemplary attendance was given after Wednesday’s class. If it weren’t for that mental push, Gregg was sure there’d be no way she would have been seen in public today. However, in true Omega Xi fashion, if she had to be seen in public, she looked her best. Her makeup was flawless and her tight knit pink sweater showed off her assets. And befitting her title as president of the campus’s most elite sorority, she seemed taller than any woman around…despite her barely 5-foot frame. Her blondish curls were perfectly set and she looked ready for a night on the town or a fashion shoot…she expected no less of herself nor from any of her OX sisters. The only indication that she was in a less-than-perfect state was the gingerness in her stride. Clearly the tight capris she was wearing were rubbing uncomfortably against her tender backside.

Once the last student filed out from the classroom, Gregg addressed her. “Thank you for showing up to class this morning. I honestly didn’t know if I’d see you today.” Gregg smiled at his lie…he knew that only death itself would keep her away given the severity of his mental commands. His polite demeanor infuriated Brittany, but she had the good sense not to say anything. “Let me see your notes, Miss Anderson.”

Brittany stared defiantly at Gregg. “I didn’t take any notes. I’ll photocopy them from someone later.” Gregg already knew that “someone” was Natalie, Laura’s charge in the sorority hierarchy. Natalie was another who had some learning to do…but that would have to wait.

“That is unacceptable Miss Anderson. You will come to my office hour this afternoon and you will copy the PowerPoint I worked so hard to create for your benefit by hand. And starting next week, you will present your notes to me everyday after class.”

“Why are you doing this to me?”

“Why?” Gregg was still amazed at her complete lack of shame. “To make you a better student, that’s why…” Gregg cued up something on the computer in front of him. Brittany could see what he was doing on the large screen behind him where the day’s lecture presentation was just moments before. To her horror, the eight-foot screen filled with the image of her sweaty face, her mouth open wide, eagerly awaiting the massive dollop of semen that was dripping from some unknown woman’s lips at the top of the picture. There was no mistaking that it was her. There was no mistaking what she was doing. There was no mistaking the eagerness of her action. And there was no mistaking the trouble she’d be in if anyone saw those pictures.

Gregg only had the picture up for a few seconds. When he closed it, Brittany quickly looked around making sure no one had seen it. There was a panicked fury behind her eyes when she again met his gaze. “…and if being a better student wasn’t motivation enough…” Gregg left the remainder of his threat unsaid. “I’ll see you this afternoon.”

With that, Gregg logged off the network computer and left the lecture hall. He was sure that any minute the sprinklers would go off due to the pillar of white-hot rage he left standing behind him.

Heather looked up from the computer in her small office to see Gregg standing in her doorway. In reality it was more of a boxed-in work station than a real office, but it had walls, a glass front, and a door. If she wanted, she could shut the door and close the blinds for some privacy. It was only temporary, she knew that. The admissions office had relocated to this new local over the summer. During that time, she was mostly busy giving tours of campus to prospective students. Now, her duties were mostly clerical. Once they hired a new database administrator, Heather’s skills would be better directed elsewhere. The Director of Admissions was no fool – someone of Heather’s, well, “charm” for lack of a better (or at least less inappropriate) term should be seen…not squirreled away in a back office doing data entry.

Given her full-time course load and the 20 hours a week she worked here, not to mention the additional meetings Professor Whyte seemed to call, Gregg marveled at Heather’s ability to always look calm, cool, and collected…and sexy. ‘Only Heather could make that hooded sweatshirt look sexy,’ he thought as her piercing green eyes met his.

Like mystical emeralds, her steady gaze and pursed lips could melt a man (and many women) into pools of liquid lust. How any adolescent male actually learned anything about the college on the tours she gave? Undoubtedly they were too busy staring at her perfect ass and large firm breasts as she toured them around campus. Gregg wouldn’t be surprised if there was a surge in male applicants for next fall’s enrollment.

“I missed you last night,” he said, falling under her spell.

“Liar,” she smiled. “I talked with Emily this morning. I’d say you two got along just fine without me.”

Gregg took a seat in the one additional chair in the office and sat down heavily. All joking aside, he did indeed miss her. He loved Emily, but even if his bed had a thousand naked women in it, it would seem empty without Heather. “I need your help.”

Heather saw the conversation was going to get serious, so she tried to lighten the mood. “Of course you do. You’re a man.” Heather giggled behind her hand at Gregg’s reaction. It wasn’t everyday that someone of Gregg’s intellectual ability stuck their tongue out like a child. “Sorry…but seriously, do you need help with Charli, Laura, or Chad…or all of the above?” Heather giggled again at Gregg’s shocked reaction. Gregg silently worried for a moment if Heather had mind-control powers of her own. But, as with most things, the true reason was also the most obvious: “I talked with Charli this morning…shortly after you two met. Why don’t you close the door, I don’t think this is a topic for wandering ears to hear…”

Gregg leaned backward in his chair and shut the door. For good measure he closed the blinds on the window that made up most of her front wall. Heather’s wry smile turned to one filled with expectation and her eyebrow raised in interest. “So, how much longer do you think you’ll be able to avoid sleeping with Charli?”

If Gregg had been drinking coffee, he would have sprayed it across her desk in a classic comic double-take. But since he didn’t have such a prop, he just stared in stunned silence at Heather, his mouth working soundlessly up and down like a fish out of water. Once again, Heather’s understanding of people proved a more powerful tool than Gregg’s mind-controlling abilities. She didn’t need special powers to know what others were thinking. “Like I said, I talked with her twice this morning. Once in the quad before your class and she called again from your apartment about a half-hour ago. She’d just finished watching our little movie. I wouldn’t be surprised if she started watching it again after we hung up. If you think that girl was pining for you BEFORE she saw that video…I only suggest you not do anything until you and Chad are back on track.”

“Yeah, about that…” Gregg was trying to collect his thoughts after Heather’s bombshell of a revelation. It wasn’t anything he didn’t really already know, but ignoring the obvious and hearing it stated so bluntly were two very different things. “I’d like to talk with him, but he’s been avoiding me like the plague.”

“It’s not easy living under your shadow, Gregg. Think about it from his perspective: For four months at the dig, Chad lusted after me along with the other boys. Then you and I finally hook up. Chad meets Emily, but only because of you. Chad sees Laura, a girl he hates for some reason in your office doing your bidding. Chad meets Charli – again through you. Sure, Charli gives up her virginity to Chad, but only with you in the room, holding her hand. She’s in love with him, but she’s also been in love with you longer. Then there’s what happened at the Omega Xi party. He feels he failed to protect her…as if she really needed protecting. I swear, sometimes you men think it’s 500 years ago and you’re still wearing suits of metal and beating each other with sticks! Anyway, now he’s all conflicted because Charli and Laura have become so close – he feels he should hate Laura for whatever she did to him in the past, but he feels guilty for feeling that way given what

happened to her. And you, my dear Gregg, are at the center of all of this.” Heather leaned back in her chair. If she had a pipe, she would have pointed it at Gregg and muttered, “It’s elementary my dear Watson.”

Gregg sat in stunned silence. “I think your talents are wasted on Professor Whyte. You shouldn’t be majoring in business. You should major in Psychology.”

Heather grinned amusedly. “As of yesterday, I’m minoring in it. Professor Whyte came to the same conclusion in our last meeting.” The toady-looking chair of the business school had taken a shine to Heather, and not in a way she was used to. If the insult-cracking professor had any lesbian-leanings, she certainly gave no indication. Her conversations with Heather had been strictly business-related and seemed to unearth a genuine talent Heather had for understanding people and organizations.

“Okay, DOCTOR Heather…what do you recommend?” Gregg probably could have thought of something, but this sexy, beautiful, and intelligent woman before him was causing all the blood to leave his brain. Heather sat and thought for a minute.

Standing, Gregg walked behind her chair and began rubbing her shoulders, relaxing her and helping her think. She purred under his deft touch. It wasn’t long before his hands had trailed lower and began massaging her heavy breasts through her ESU sweatshirt. He’d had an over-stimulating morning and his libido was getting the better of him.

After a minute of Gregg’s skilled chest massage, Heather spun her chair around and pulled the heavy garment over her head. She was sweating and it wasn’t due to the room’s temperature. Her shoes had long since been kicked off under her desk and she frantically worked to unbuckle her belt and pull down her jeans. “If you show me just how much you missed me this morning, I’ll tell you my plan. I think I know how we can kill at least two of your birds with one stone…”

Gregg dropped to his knees and hooked Heather’s long legs over the office chair’s arms, scooting her ass to the edge. Pulling her sodden panties to the side, he let his tongue show her just how much she was missed. She quickly laid out her plan – her speech punctuated with moans, groans, and gasps. More than once she had to stop and bite down on her discarded sweatshirt to keep from screaming. Of course, she didn’t know that Gregg was making sure no one came close to her office while he had his fun.

Gregg pulled her out of the chair and sat her on the desk. He pulled her panties down her legs and threw them toward the corner. If he hadn’t been so distracted by Heather’s feverish attempt to unbuckle his slacks and pull them down, he would have been amused to see her panties now hanging from the little office’s doorknob. It didn’t matter that she was still wearing her bra and her socks. All that mattered was the giant cock that appeared before her.

“Ooh, Dr. Walters…We’d better put this somewhere safe before you scare the children…” Even in her lust, Heather could make a quirky comment or two. With his pants around his ankles and his shirt unbuttoned, Gregg fitted the spongy tip of his giant cock-lance against her more-than-ready opening. His entrance was agonizingly slow and despite her best efforts, she couldn’t get him to fill her any quicker.

“Heather?” Gregg asked, feeling Heather’s fingernails dig into his asscheeks as she attempted to speed his entry. “Isn’t your plan a bit over-the-top with theatrics?”

Heather pulled Gregg’s head down and kissed him fiercely as he began a slow, steady fucking in and out of her heavily cunt. She seemed as aroused by the taste of her own juices on his face as she was by the pleasant stretch she was feeling between her legs.

“Um kiss I think that lick, suck I think everything she’s gone through ungh in the past years has oh has been a rit- gasp ritual. This needs oh fuck to be a ceremony of some k- ungh -some kind for it to be…to be meaningful to her…Oh God Gregg, fuck me!”

Heather’s assessment made sense and she’d never steered him wrong so far. Besides, her plan sounded like fun. Gregg plastered his lips to hers and, as if in reward for her answer, really began fucking her. Her legs locked around his waist and the desk shook violently from their furious copulation. Her mug of pens and pencils crashed to the ground (thankfully it didn’t break) and her computer mouse swung by its chord after it too got jostled free of the desktop.

As quickly as it started, Heather’s overheated twat clamped down in ecstasy, her orgasm causing her muscles to tense and spasm. Gregg moaned deeply into her mouth and released his pent-up load of sperm. The creamy tide soothed her burning walls and it felt incredibly good as he continued to slowly fuck his softening member in and out of her flooded pussy.

Gregg collapsed backward into Heather’s office chair, his cock pulling free of Heather’s cunt with an audible wet plop. Heather immediately dropped to her knees and began licking his member clean, threatening to again excite him into readiness for another round of fucking.

Gregg’s hand gently caressed her cheek as she licked up and down his cock. When she’d finally cleaned every last trace of their combined juices she could find, she looked up at him, her face flush with sexual satisfaction. “So,” Gregg said exhaustedly, “you have any plans for lunch?”

Heather smiled wickedly around the finger she was now sucking – a finger that was making repeated trips between her legs.

Quickly getting dressed, the two raced back to her apartment, since hers was closest. Her office reeked of sex, but they couldn’t be bothered with that at the moment.

It was an hour later when she returned to make some calls and get her plan moving. Only then did she notice the panties she thought she’d lost still hanging from her office door.

Gregg’s afternoon class was a much less interesting affair. Having raced back to campus after a second quickie with Heather at her apartment, Gregg was more able to focus on his lecture. Having released his sexual tension, he managed to keep his libido much more in check, and the women in his classroom were less focused on him as a piece of meat and more focused on him as their instructor.

After chatting with some of his students after class for a few minutes he strolled back to his office. Brittany was standing outside his office door, tapping her foot impatiently. Clearly she was not used to being forced to wait. Gregg couldn’t care less. He knew that waiting a few minutes was the least of her problems. She’d just have to find the inner strength to get past it. Now that all her blackmail files were safely in Gregg’s possession and since Gregg kept copies of the video he secretly made of their rendezvous, Brittany’s power and stature were only an illusion…and she knew it. If she played her cards right, she could walk away from this hole she dug herself relatively unscathed, her reputation largely untarnished. However, something told Gregg that Brittany wouldn’t be the most cooperative student. Oh well, he was more than happy to help her learn the harsh lessons of reality.

“You’re late. I’ve been standing around here like an idiot for the past five minutes. You could at least extend me the courtesy of being on time.”

Gregg shook his head in wonder. Did she have no concept of just how little power she had? She was so used to getting her way and having people defer to her that the idea that she had to obey someone else’s rules, even someone who held all the cards, was seemingly incomprehensible.

“Miss Anderson, I told you to come to my office hour. Now if I didn’t show up until the last minute of that hour, I’d expect you to be here waiting. As for extending you courtesy, the only thing I’d extend to you, you’ve already fucked.” Brittany shuddered at the memory (thanks to a gentle push from Gregg). “But I just fucked another student an hour or so ago and right now, I don’t think I’d want to soil my otherwise clean dick in your nasty cunt.” Technically it was true…Heather was an enrolled student. Besides, Gregg’s barbed comment more than served its purpose: She understood that he wasn’t starving for sexual attention and that he wasn’t impressed with her status. She looked around, glad there were no other students in the hallway to overhear his rebuke. One just never talks to an Omega Xi like that in public…nor in private for that matter. Thankfully, Brittany bit back her retort, finally choosing the wiser path of silence.

Sitting in his chair behind his desk, he first logged into his computer before turning to acknowledge Brittany who’d helped herself to a seat by the table in the corner. “Stand up Miss Anderson.”

Rather than obeying, Brittany crossed her legs and pulled out her newly bought spiral notebook and pen. “Look, just give me the notes for me to copy and I’ll be out of your hair. I think that’s what we both want, right?” So much for choosing the wiser path…

Gregg turned back to his computer and booted up his email program. Brittany watched, as he attached a file to the document and typed out a quick note. Because of where she was sitting she couldn’t make out what was written, but the computer beeped its “message sent” acknowledgement. Brittany gulped, suddenly afraid of what he’d just done.

Turning his monitor around so she could see, he played the 10-second clip he’d just sent. His face was blacked out, and thankfully it was a shot of her getting fucked by him sitting astride his lap. The camera was behind them, so she couldn’t see her face. As Gregg’s cock fucked repeatedly into her on screen, she flexed backward, screaming out an orgasm. The clip ended just before her she arched backward enough that her face was visible.

“That was your final warning, Brittany. One of your sorority sisters just received this clip. I routed it through a dummy account, so unless she’s a technical wizard…which I sincerely doubt…she won’t know it came from me. Right now she’s probably wondering who sent this and why. If you continue to provoke me, she’ll get more…and believe me, you provided PLENTY of juicy footage.”

Gregg made a mental note to tell Laura that she’d probably be getting more than this one clip from him in the future. He really didn’t route it through anything, but it sounded impressive.

Nervously, Brittany stood, anger and fear playing out across her face. “Much better. Now, here’s a copy of my lecture notes. Copy them in your little notebook like a good girl.” Brittany took the proffered packet and turned to sit at the table. “No, Miss Anderson. You will use my desk. You can kneel right here beside me and do your work.”

Brittany didn’t move for long seconds, her pride battling with her fear. In the end, fear won. Slamming her notebook on his desk, she knelt beside him and started angrily copying the note sheet. Because of her small stature, the top of the desk was at chest height when she knelt beside it, making her look that much more like a little girl. Gregg added to her humiliation by patting her on the head, calling her a “good girl.”

Brittany wrote as fast as she could, afraid that someone would walk past his office door and see her kneeling beside him. In the short list of things she was thankful for, the fact that Dr. Walter’s office was in this lonely corner of the History building was right up there.

With scarcely less than a page written, Gregg pulled her notebook out from under her pen. Giving her chicken scratchings a cursory once-over, he tore out the work she’d done so far, crumpled it up and threw it in the trash can.

“Why the fuck did you do that?!”

Gregg grabbed her ear and twisted it. As she winced in pain and leaned toward him to lessen her discomfort, Gregg explained. “First, you watch your tone young lady. I’ll not have you speak to me with in such language.” He gave her ear an extra twist for emphasis. “Second, what you’d written was barely legible. How can you expect to study from it if you can’t read it? Now start over.” He released her ear and she looked up at him as if she was ready to scratch out his eyes.

“Can I at least put something under my knees? Your floor is hard.”

Jesus, didn’t she ever quit trying to get her way?! “You should be used to being on your knees. It’s the only position in which you’ve ever done an honest day’s work. Now get copying or I’ll spank your bottom like goddamned child.” Brittany finally stopped arguing and got to work, the thought of her still-bruised ass getting swatted made her hot blood run cold. With much better penmanship, she again started copying out the notes. Trying to find a bright side to all this, she noted that at least she didn’t have to sit on her still-sore ass.

As Gregg worked away at his computer, Brittany worked beside him. Her hand was cramping after only the first page of notes. It had been years since she’d done this much writing. As she worked, her tongue stuck out slightly – a habit her parents were unable to cure her of from childhood. Her metal tongue-stud tapped rhythmically against her teeth. It was annoying to Gregg, but he really didn’t feel like bringing it up.

In truth, Gregg wasn’t really working. He was basically done for the day and was just waiting for Brittany to finish. Right now he was IMing back and forth with Heather and Charli. Charli was really excited about Heather’s plan as she went into more detail. Much of it would be improvised on the spot, but some of it was choreographed in exact detail. When Charli said that some of Heather’s script could have come right out of The Matrix, Heather became inspired and started rethinking how she wanted some of tonight to unfold. By the end of their conversation, Heather had a list of people she needed to talk to and places she needed to go to get the appropriate supplies. Charli said that she and Emily were going to watch a movie before Chad came over…and Gregg was pretty sure he knew what movie she was referring to…and it wasn’t The Matrix. Gregg sent out one final IM asking Heather what to do about Chad. Heather said to leave that up to her. Charli only asked that

they continue not to tell him about Brittany…he probably wasn’t ready for that just yet.

Gregg closed his email software down and logged off the computer. As Brittany continued to scratch away beside him, he closed his eyes and thought about what was to happen tonight. In a way, he was proud that he could take some credit for what had led to this moment. His cock was getting hard as he visualized events as Heather had described them. The growing lump in his pants didn’t go unnoticed by Brittany who found it increasingly distracting. She knew first hand just what that cock could do, and despite her fear, her body was getting excited. Her hand shook and she feared Dr. Walters would make her start her work over again.

Just as she copied out the last line, Gregg grabbed back his notes, closed her notebook, stood her up and ushered her out the door. He locked the door behind them and headed down the stairs, not even saying ‘goodbye’, leaving her standing there excited, frustrated, and confused. As far as she knew, it was her proximity to him that was getting him excited…so why didn’t he take here right there? Part of her was thankful he didn’t…but a more vocal part of her (the moist and sticky part) was sad to seem him go.

Heading down the stairs herself, she made a beeline back to the sorority house. She needed a shower and she needed to release her sexual frustration…she’d have to do it lefty because her right hand was in just too much pain from all the note taking she’d just finished.

Laura stood outside the door to the two-flat on the edge of campus. It was the address Gregg had sent in his email responding to her query about that video file he had sent earlier in the day. She couldn’t tell for sure, but she was almost positive the man in the video was him. After all, she did have a certain…insight…into his equipment. The petite blonde looked familiar, but she couldn’t quite place her. Her curiosity burned – Gregg could have any woman he wanted…but who was this fortunate soul? He wouldn’t tell her in his reply. He simply stated that she’d know soon enough and that he wouldn’t be surprised if he sent more. It was a cryptic thing to say…if he was sending them, after all, why would he be surprised if he sent more?

His brief email concluded with a note to come to this address at this time. He had an invitation for her, and it was important she come pick it up herself. She looked up at the windows to the building. The lights were on upstairs and there seemed to be a party with flashing lights, but she couldn’t hear any music. The downstairs was dark, but that was the apartment she was told to ring. Folding the note and stuffing it into her jacket pocket, she pressed the buzzer. While she waited for Gregg’s voice over the intercom, she played with her car keys, the rhythmic jangling of metal an unconscious nervous act.

The nearly silent buzzing of the door unlocking was her only warning and she hurriedly grabbed for the door, pulling it open just as the buzz stopped. She walked down the half-flight of stairs to the lower apartment door and saw that it was open a crack. There was a light coming from behind the door, but it was dim.

“Gregg?” There was no answer. She pushed the door open slightly and poked her head in. “Master?” Still no response.

Stepping into the apartment, she took note of what little of the décor she could see by the light of the three candles on the small kitchen table near the door. Having been in Gregg’s apartment, she could tell this was definitely not decorated by him…

She took another step deeper into the apartment, wondering why Gregg was being so mysterious and why she felt like an extra in a horror movie.

“Have a seat.”

Laura gasped and spun around, jumping backward in fright. The shadowy figure emerged what she guessed was the bedroom. Her lines were obscured because she was wearing black, but there was no mistaking the obvious and somewhat exaggerated feminine figure.

“Please, have a seat, Laura. I didn’t mean to scare you so bad. You and I need to talk. My name is Heather.”

Laura gasped again as the figure stepped into the light. Besides being stunningly beautiful with dark red hair and hypnotic green eyes, Laura realized she had seen the woman before. It was the evening she had first sworn herself to Gregg, declaring him her master, and she his slave. Now that she thought about it, she had dropped him off at this very address that night, into the arms of this woman. ‘So, into the arms of the jealous girlfriend…if that’s what my master wishes…’ Laura pulled back one of the kitchen chairs and took a seat, sitting with her back straight, but her eyes cast down. She put the car keys she was still holding down on the table and waited for the verbal- or physical assault she was sure was coming.

Heather regarded the leggy blonde for long seconds. “I didn’t expect an Omega Xi to be so meek…especially one of your standing.”

The meekness in Laura’s eyes evaporated and she looked up at Heather angrily, biting her tongue and refusing to acknowledge the barb directly. “I’m sorry I do not meet your expectations…you caught me in a very bad week.”

“I know, Laura. I know. Gregg told me all about it…” It was slowly dawning on Laura that Heather wasn’t there to abuse her and her shoulders slumped wearily, thankfully. “Did you get the note I left you in your room Wednesday night?”

Laura nodded absently, remembering the small note that was slipped under her door after the chapter meeting. She had given Gregg the access codes to the chapter house security system. She didn’t care what he had planned…she just wanted revenge. If this woman, Heather, was the one who left the note, then she suspected there wasn’t much to hide. If Gregg trusted her with such a task… “Did Master find everything he needed?” She spoke the word ‘Master’ as if in challenge…as if to ask, ‘is your devotion to him equal to mine?’

Heather regarded her silently for a moment before responding. “Yes.” Laura wondered silently if Heather was answering the spoken or the unspoken question. “Again, thank you for your help. You made it much easier to get what we needed.” Heather turned and busied herself in the kitchen for a few minutes behind Laura. Laura didn’t turn to watch. She simply waited for whatever was to come. Heather had a strong presence about her…she would have made a good Omega Xi if she was a few years younger.

Laura was surprised again when Heather placed a steaming mug of very light brown coffee before her and a small plate of Milano cookies. There really were no secrets it seemed between her Master and Heather. Heather took the opposite chair with her own mug of tea. “Go ahead. I hope I prepared it the way you like.” Heather’s eyes focused somewhere off in the distance, recalling all too clearly just how vividly she experienced Laura’s night of subjugation. A few days ago she had chalked it up to Gregg’s very convincing story-telling. Now, having read and re-read the little research Chad had done for her, she was beginning to wonder…

“How you can drink coffee with so much milk and sugar is beyond me…but I’m not here to judge. Well, that’s not exactly true…” Heather let that hang in the air for a moment. “Tell me Laura, have you seen The Matrix?”

It was an odd and seemingly random question, but she nodded.

“Good. That will make this easier to understand.” Laura was more confused than ever, but Heather was taking her time. The redhead picked up a cookie for herself and offered the plate to Laura who took one timidly. Taking a small bite, Laura felt the comfort of enjoying her favorite treat.

Silently they watched each other nibble their cookies and sip their drinks. They couldn’t be more opposite. One was leggy and blonde, the other curvy and flame-haired. One was thin and flat-chested, the other sported a tremendous set of breasts. One had blue eyes, the other green. One was meek and beaten, the other confident and in charge. There were only two things they had in common: They were both beautiful and they both loved Gregg.

“I can see why he likes you. You’re very beautiful.”

Laura took the compliment like a slap in the face. She didn’t submit herself to Gregg because she wanted him to like her. “My master doesn’t like me…he pities me. I am worthless…a failure.”

“That may have been true…once…maybe even as recently as a week ago. But you tried to protect someone he cares for very much. Maybe you weren’t able to stop what happened, but you certainly acted heroically. You put the welfare of another before your own prestige…before your own safety. You were a little girl with childish wants and desires before…now you’ve proven yourself a woman.”

Laura took it all in. She couldn’t tell if what Heather was saying was a compliment or an insult…but it was the truth. A tear escaped her eye and ran down her cheek.

The night was pressing on. It was time for the theatrics.

“Laura, it is time you made a choice. Gregg cares for you, however deserving you may or may not feel.” Heather picked up Laura’s car keys in one hand and a cookie in the other, and held them out on open palms. In her mind, she could hear a dramatic rumble of thunder…but that was only in her mind. Lifting her right hand, she said, “You can take your keys now and drive away right now. I’m sure Gregg will call you sometime when he wants his jollies. But you’ll be nothing more than a piece of meat to him, no more important than a hole in the mattress for him to stick his dick…and despite what you think of yourself right now, that’s not what he wants.” Laura gulped at Heather’s straightforwardness. Heather lowered her right hand and lifted her left. “On the other hand, you can take this cookie, enjoy your treat, and join us upstairs…as an equal. It’s easy to be a slave, Laura…it’s much more difficult to be a friend.”

Laura sat there for long minutes, weighing the pros and cons of the decision before her. In Heather’s hands, the symbols of her choices were laid before her, albeit somewhat comically, as a cookie or a key. She loved being Gregg’s slave. It gave her purpose, direction, something she’d lost over the past weeks. As Gregg’s slave she wouldn’t have to worry about anything beyond doing as she was told. With friendship, however, she had to bear the burden of others’ feelings…and look where that had gotten her so far.

After long consideration, the answer was really quite simple. Heather said that Master wanted her to choose friendship. She only hoped that by fulfilling his wish, she wouldn’t be giving up the intense satisfaction of being his slave. Laura reached out and took the cookie from Heather’s hand and took a small bite from its tip…never had a cookie tasted so sweet.

Heather’s smile was radiant and she placed Laura’s keys back on the table. She pulled out her cell phone and pressed the “send” button twice, redialing whatever number she had last called. When someone answered, Heather smiled again at Laura and simply said, “Tank, load the jump program,” and then she hung up the phone. Having seen The Matrix, Laura silently worried if Heather was about to have her jump off a building…

Once Laura had finished her cookie and washed it down with another gulp of her super-sweet coffee, Heather stood. “Laura, there’s a garment bag on the couch in the living room. Inside you’ll find your outfit for tonight. I’m going into my bedroom to change into mine. I’ll leave the front door unlocked if you change your mind…” Heather looked the blonde up and down and licked her lips thoughtfully, lustily, “…but I hope you don’t. Once we head upstairs, however, there’s no turning back.

Heather disappeared behind her bedroom door and Laura found the light switch for the living room. Sure enough on the couch was a white garment bag. Unzipping it, she gasped. Inside was a short white toga-style dress, similar to the ones Omega Xi used in their initiation rituals.

E’dan hung up the phone. “That was the signal. They’ll be up in a few minutes.” Gregg was the only one not breathing a sigh of relief. He had heard everything that was spoken below through his connection to Heather. Charli stood up from Chad’s lap and started fiddling with the computer. Even though there was no noise, the complex lighting system that Heather had somehow managed to acquire began flashing and pulsing to an unheard beat. Later, when she turned on the speakers, the light show would be synchronized to the music.

Heather’s cryptic response to how she had gotten the lighting equipment and the costumes was that some friends from her old job owed her a few favors. Everyone scratched their heads trying to figure out what favors could be owed to a waitress. Only Gregg knew the truth to her lie. She didn’t used to be a waitress. She used to be a stripper…and one of the best at that. He didn’t imagine anyone in the room would be surprised to learn the truth, but Heather wasn’t ready to come clean with that information yet.

“You still haven’t told me what you expect me to do here.” Chad was still fuming that he was there at all. He didn’t want to be. Given Charli’s revealing outfit, he really would rather have been alone with her…away from Gregg. But both Heather and Charli had made it clear that if he wasn’t here tonight, he could expect to never see either of them again. Their implications earlier that he was behaving like a spoiled child cut to the quick.

Charli stood from her laptop and approached him. “Chad, I’m doing this as much for you as for Laura. If you just relax and open your mind a little, I think you’ll enjoy yourself.”

Chad harrumphed and took a swig from his beer. “Fine. For you.”

It would have to be good enough.

E’dan and Rivkah stood from the couch and took their positions outside the apartment door at the top of the landing. When they heard soft footfalls coming up the staircase, E’dan knocked once on the door. As per that pre-arranged signal, Charli, Chad, Emily, and Gregg all stopped talking, and shut the lights.

Showtime.

Laura stood in the middle of Heather’s living room hugging herself for warmth…or perhaps in fear. ‘What did I just agree to?’ The chill fall evening air was causing her skin to break out in goosebumps. It didn’t help that her white toga dress didn’t leave much to the imagination. It hung over one shoulder and was made from a pretty thin material. The bottom of the toga stopped just inches below her ass, leaving much of her legs uncovered. There were no shoes or sandals as part of the costume so she stood in her bare feet. The only accessory was a matching white belt that did little more than hug the otherwise loose material tight against her narrow waist.

She heard the sound of Heather’s room opening and what emerged was truly a vision. Heather was wearing a similar cut toga, but of a golden material. She also wore a golden laurel around her head and carried a ceremonial staff in one hand. Heather looked every inch a queen or perhaps even a Greek goddess. The parallel in colors to the Omega Xi ceremonies wasn’t lost on Laura. Clearly Heather was in charge and Laura was the peon.

Heather leaned the staff against the wall and examined her charge. Laura felt the hot redhead’s eyes devour every inch of her body. Normally she felt proud of her beauty, but with the gorgeous woman standing before her, she felt positively homely. Heather reached out and ran her fingers through Laura’s shiny blonde hair. She cupped the side of Laura’s face and gently traced the lips with her thumb. Her hand slid down her neck and across Laura’s bare shoulder, over her collarbone. Gently, Heather palmed one of Laura’s small breasts in her hand, smiling when the blonde gasped in surprise and pleasure.

Laura gulped, amazed at both the brazenness of this woman as well as her own acceptance and excitement. Heather knelt in front of Laura and Laura marveled at the depths of the woman’s ample cleavage. Holding an ankle in each hand, Heather’s hands traced upward over Laura’s calves, behind her knees, around to the front and over her thighs. Higher and higher Heather’s hands went, her eyes never leaving Laura’s. Slipping under Laura’s toga, she paused when she felt the panties the blonde was still wearing. Smiling sensually, Heather grabbed the sides of the flimsy material and pulled them down.

“You won’t be needing these tonight, dear.”

Laura swallowed nervously again and lifted each foot in turn so that Heather could discard the garment. Now the white robe was truly all she wore.

Heather stood and again held Laura’s face in her gentle hands. “Are you ready?”

Laura could only nod, afraid that her voice would crack if she tried to speak.

Heather’s face drew close and Laura felt their lips touching. It should have been revolting. Women only did this when they were trying to seduce a man. That’s what she’d been taught. But she couldn’t deny the softness and warmth of the other woman’s lips. Laura opened her mouth slightly to breath and Heather’s tongue seized the opportunity and entered. To her surprise, she could only kiss back, her tongue dancing lightly with Heather’s.

When Heather drew back, Laura was short of breath. Her cheeks were flushed with excitement and embarrassment. “I’m…I’m not a—”

“—not a lesbian…I know.” ‘That’s four for four,’ Heather thought amusedly to herself. It’s what Charli said to her, and what Emily said to her. It’s what she herself said to Cathy the first time they’d kissed. “This isn’t about being a lesbian, Laura. It’s about enjoying the good feelings we’re capable of sharing. You need to let go of what those mental midgets at Omega Xi taught you and learn to think for yourself. If you truly didn’t enjoy that kiss, then that’s okay. I’d be a little disappointed – I thought I was a good kisser. But if you did enjoy it…why would you want to deny yourself that pleasure?”

Laura absorbed what Heather was saying and only nodded. Silently, she admitted to herself that it was probably the most exciting kiss she ever had…second only to her master’s.

“It’s time to go.” Laura was actually a little disappointed that rather than leaning in for another kiss, Heather instead took her hand, shut the living room light, blew out the candles on the kitchen table, and led her out the door.

They climbed up the half-flight toward the front door and continued up the tall staircase toward the second. Standing before the closed door at the top was a beautiful woman dressed tight black pants, a black halter-top that revealed unbelievably chiseled abs, and a long black briad. Next to her was quite possibly the largest man, in girth at least, that she’d ever seen, also dressed all in black. When Heather called ‘Tank’ earlier, she must have meant this man. His knit polo shirt was so tight that Laura feared it would rip off him if he inhaled.

As Heather climbed the last steps, she kissed both of them in turn. Heather stepped back and positioned Laura before the guards for them to look her over. Finally the woman leaned forward and kissed both of her cheeks and whispered into her ear, “Welcome Tatela. You made the right decision.” Laura didn’t know what that meant, but she was too scared to ask.

The big man smiled, a warm gentleness filling his grey eyes. In the dim light, Laura could only now see the wisps of grey at his temples. In a thick accent that Laura couldn’t place, the man she would later know as E’dan spoke his line: “Buckle your seat belt, Dorothy, ‘cause Kansas is going bye-bye.” Rivkah and Heather had huge grins and Laura was pretty sure she heard giggling coming from behind the door.

After taking a moment to collect themselves, Heather pounded her staff three times and E’dan opened the door. Heather led Laura into the pitch black room. She could sense more than see that there were people in front of her. The door closed behind them and Heather released her hand. Laura heard a whispered, “We should have worn sunglasses, it would have been more dramatic!” followed by a louder, “Shh!” and a few more giggles.

There was another pounding from the staff and suddenly the room was lit by very intense white lights pointed directly at her. Laura tried to shield her eyes with her hands, but when she did so, a voice intoned, “Put your hands down.”

Laura recognized the voice of Gregg, her master, and immediately obeyed, squinting toward the lights trying to find him. She looked to her left and right and realized that she was now standing alone. Heather and the two guards in black had moved beyond the lights out of her vision. After a long silence, a figure emerged from behind the lights. Only once she stood beside her could Laura tell who it was.

Dressed in a matching toga, but red in color, Laura hardly recognized Charli. She had never seen her friend with her hair pulled back in a braid similar to the woman outside. The effect was stunning. Charli looked strong and confident, not like the mousy girl she had teased all those weeks ago. She was also beautiful. Charli’s smoky, shadowed eyes were a stark contrast to her pale skin and the deep red lip gloss she was wearing. Laura never before thought of Charli in a sexual way, but seeing her here as she now looked, the taste of Heather’s tongue still fresh on her lips, the idea wasn’t as scary as she once would have thought.

Laura was staring at the beautiful Charli when Heather’s voice came from beyond the lights. “We are gathered this night to celebrate the entry of our newest member into our fold. Let our beauty and radiance be a beacon that guides her on her path.” Laura gasped as she recognized the subtle variation on the secret Omega Xi oaths. Somehow someone had gotten the script and was using words once sacred to her in this new initiation. Behind the lights, Gregg smiled to himself, enjoying the irony of this new ritual coming straight from Laura’s own memories. “Do you consent to participate in this sacred ceremony, to welcome our new sister?”

A soft chorus of “I will” came from behind the lights, followed a second later by Charli saying it also, her smile radiant behind her full red lips. Charli reached up and delicately wiped a stray tear that had fallen from Laura’s eye.

Charli continued, glancing down at the index card that spelled out what she had to say. There just wasn’t enough time to memorize all her lines. “You have measured up to our high standards of beauty, heart, and strength. Tonight is your final test. This is no sorority or fraternal brotherhood. We are a family…a family of friends. In exchange for your trust and friendship, you will learn our secrets. These secrets ARE NOT the key to getting everything you want in life. Power, money, adoration: these are nothing. There is neither room nor tolerance for anyone less than 100% committed to each other.” Charli paused for a moment, turning her head to look in one particular area toward the lights. Somebody shifted their position, clearly understanding the words were not just meant for Laura. “So Laura, I ask you now to search your heart, before there is no turning back. Are you ready to be part of this family? Do you renounce all other allegiances? Do you embrac

e all lingering loves?”

Charli’s words, in their original form as the Omega Xi initiation ritual, used to have deep emotional meaning to Laura. But with a single gesture by Brittany, they all became meaningless. But here, Charli was offering her a new start, not based on the acquisition of wealth at the expense of humanity, but humanity at the expense of wealth. Laura stood a little straighter. That her new friends would go to such lengths to invite her into their fold causing a warmth in her heart. In a clear voice Laura said, “Yes.” Turning toward whomever was behind the lights, she said it again, “Yes, I do.”

Heather again emerged from behind the lights. She no longer held the ceremonial staff, but an all-too-familiar paddle. It clearly had the Omega Xi crest on it and it didn’t take much imagination to figure out who its former owner was…that brought a smile to Laura’s lips. “Laura, words alone cannot grant you admittance to our special club. We here are equals. We help one another when one of us needs help, and we can count on each other when we need help. The trust and love we have for one another is not from reciting pledges, but from the slow sometimes painful process of friendship. There is something that must yet happen before you are fully embraced as one of us.”

Heather stepped up to Laura and peered into her eyes, as if confirming the girl’s resoluteness. Meanwhile Laura felt Charli’s hand at her back. At first Laura thought her friend was being reassuring, but then she felt the tug at her belt’s knot and Heather reached up and undid the clasp at her toga’s shoulder. The next second, Laura stood naked for all to see. No, she didn’t have Heather’s magnificent chest, but she was beautiful none-the-less. Hours each week in the gym had given her a toned body she was proud of, and she wasn’t embarrassed to show it off, even before unseen strangers.

Charli leaned in close and whispered into Laura’s ear, “I’m sorry, but this needs to be done.” Laura reached out and held Charli’s hand, her grip tight. Laura’s simple nod and smile said that she understood. There was a price to pay for the life she led, for the people she had hurt.

“On all fours.” Heather’s command was simple, direct. Laura wasn’t afraid. She’d had enough spankings during her rise through the sorority’s leadership as well as recently from Gregg that she knew what to expect.

After five swats which Heather had Laura count out loud, Laura was still smiling. The pain and the tears were real, but it felt cleansing. Heather was impressed. “You may sit up now.”

No one expected Laura’s response.

“No.”

“Excuse me, what did you say?” Heather asked unbelieving.

“Please…no. Not until Charli takes her turn. All of this started because I was mean to her.”

Charli knelt in front of Laura, kissing her on the cheek. “Laura, no. Our slate is clean. You don’t owe me this.”

Laura was resolute. “Please. I need you to do this to me…for me.”

Charli looked up at Heather questioningly. Heather simply shrugged and handed over the paddle. Laura craned her neck over her shoulder to address the hesitant-looking Charli. “Don’t hold back. If I think you’re holding back, I will not count it.”

True to her word, Charli’s first three swats were not counted. In total, Charli had to swing the paddle nine times for Laura to finally complete her five-count. Laura’s ass was red and it stung, but she felt cleansed, pure. Finally, she sat up, sitting on her ankles, heedless of the pain or the tears that had fallen from her eyes.

Heather returned the paddle to somewhere beyond the lights. “You have a strength of character I’d underestimated. That will help you with this last task. There is one more equation to be balanced.” Half speaking to Laura, half to somewhere beyond the lights, Heather continued. “We cannot be equals if one of us holds a grudge.” Heather disappeared behind the lights. There was indiscernible whispering and a few moments later a man emerged. Despite the hard-on tenting his pants, he didn’t look too happy.

It was Charli who spoke first. “You know this is, Laura?”

Laura’s voice was barely a whisper. “Yes.”

“You have done him some wrong?” Chad looked at Charli, anguish plain on his face. This was not a memory he wanted to relive. Already this whole ceremony was hitting too close to home. But given what both women before him had gone through recently, he owed it to them to see this thing through. ‘I just had to be so fucking noble…’ he thought to himself sarcastically.

“Yes.”

“Tell us. Why does he look at you with such pain and derision?”

Laura took a deep breath and let it out. “Last year his girlfriend pledged Omega Xi. I made him watch as another man fucked her. I made him watch as she chose letting some stranger fuck her in order to be an Omega Xi over him…someone she supposedly loved.” Her voice was filled with sadness, as if by saying what she’d done she could somehow magically take it all back.

The silence in the room was deafening. Besides Laura and Chad, only Gregg knew what had happened. No one had considered the depth of pain Laura could have caused their once jovial friend. All the more reason, then, for this ceremony to continue.

Charli was looking at Chad, tears falling from her eyes. Chad simply looked away, unable to meet her pitying gaze. Charli felt guilty for dismissing the degree to which he was hurt. But, it was out there now. His humiliation now shared by all.

Taking a deep breath, Charli reached behind her and untied her belt knot. Once loose, she undid the clasp at her shoulder and her red toga dropped to the floor. As naked as the day she was born, Charli pressed herself against Chad, his anguish and his lust battling for control of his emotions.

Charli’s kisses were fierce and demanding. Chad soon forgot about the girl he hated kneeling in front of him or of the audience behind him. All that mattered was the tender flesh before him…his new love…one that no sorority would tear from his grasp. As his hands roamed all over her body, she began unbuttoning his shirt, pulling it free from his pants. Next his pants dropped to a puddle around his feet. His briefs soon followed and he stepped out of them, kicking them to the side, all the while maintaining his passionate embrace with the girl he loved.

Charli crooked her finger at Laura and the blonde crawled over on all fours. Charli jacked her hand up and down Chad’s erect cock a few times before taking a small step to the side. She kept kissing Chad, even when he moaned as Laura’s lips encircled his cock.

“No Charli. No…not her.” His words failed to match his actions as his fingers curled in Laura’s hair, urging her mouth deeper around his cock.

“Yes Chad. It must be her. You need to let her do this for you…for her…for us.”

Chad felt arms encircle him from behind. The large mounds pressing into his back signaled that Heather had joined the three of them. She kissed the back of his neck and between his shoulder blades as her hands played with his nipples. He could feel her pussy mound grinding itself against his hard ass cheek as one hand trailed lower to play with his balls. With three women pleasuring him, Chad didn’t know what to do with only two hands.

Seeing that Chad was is good hands…literally!...Charli knelt down to get a closer look at Laura’s technique. The skill with which the blonde handled Chad’s cock made her own beginner’s skill seem woefully inadequate. Chad was, apparently, gentleman enough not to have criticized. Laura’s head bobbed up and down, Chad’s cock fucking wetly between her lips, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked hard on each stroke. She wasn’t taking him all the way down, but the amount of cock in her mouth was nowhere near what she herself could take.

Laura’s mouth popped off Chad’s cock, a line of saliva arcing down to land on her tit. Without breaking rhythm, her hand continued to jack the saliva-coated cock. Impulsively, she turned her head toward Charli and pressed her lips tightly against hers. The hypersexuality of this initiation was breaking down her taboos one by one. Eagerly, her tongue explored Charli’s mouth and Charli eagerly kissed back, enjoying the taste of her lover’s cock on Laura’s tongue.

Laura broke free from Charli’s lip lock and stared at the transformed girl with true lust. Turning back to the task at hand, Laura renewed her attack on Chad’s cock. Charli stood on somewhat week legs and stepped behind the lights. There was a loud “1-2-3-4!” from the speakers and an intense, rock tune filled the room. Laura looked around her as she continued to suck noisily on Chad’s cock and saw the bright lights flaring in time with the music. Other colored lights joined the mix and for all intents and purposes, she felt like she was at a rave. The high she felt right then was greater than any she’d ever experienced chemically.

Charli returned and stood next to Chad watching Laura’s work from above. Grabbing a fistful of blonde hair, she firmly, yet gently pulled Laura’s mouth off of Chad’s cock. She could see she was probably just in time as his cock throbbed mightily in the open air. Chad gasped for breath, clearly fighting his urgent need to cum. He couldn’t know that behind the scenes, so to speak, Gregg was making sure no one ended their part in this play too soon.

“Fuck her Chad. Get behind her and fuck her.” Charli’s command was highly arousing. He wasn’t used to hearing such direct language coming from her. It was odd, and yet exciting to see her take on such a commanding role.

Charli pushed Laura forward none-too-gently and Chad knelt behind her. Instinctively, Laura arched her back, causing her ass to stick up further. Chad realized, with some amazed insight, that since that day when he watched his then-girlfriend get fucked in that Omega Xi ritual, he’d been waiting for the day when he could fuck the bitch that had stolen her away. He never actually thought he’d have that opportunity. It was hard to believe that such a perfect ass, such a beautiful and slim back and waist could have haunted him for so long.

Without preamble and without warning Chad shoved his stiff cock fully inside Laura’s cunt. If she hadn’t been so excited already, his abrupt entry would have been more painful. But she didn’t have time to dwell on it. She hadn’t even yet gotten accustomed to his size when he started fucking rapidly and powerfully in and out of her. Heather took mercy in her own way by kneeling beside the blonde, stroking her back and ass with one hand, and reaching beneath her to massage her clit with the other.

The force and violence of the fucking Chad was throwing at Laura was incredible. But unlike the attack on her days before, Laura reveled in this. She was being cleansed of her past sins through pleasure. In moments, her vision flared and her first orgasm of the night tore through her abused body. Chad either didn’t notice or didn’t care. As she cried out her pleasure tears of joy ran freely down her cheeks while Chad’s hips repeatedly and loudly slapped into her ass. When her head slumped in exhaustion from her release, Chad leaned forward and pulled back painfully on her hair, arching her back even further, stretching her chest and abdomen taut.

The loud music and the flashing lights were having a dizzying effect. She lost track of where she was. All she knew was that her body was being used and that the abuse it was suffering was pleasurable beyond all measure. A familiar scent wafted to her nose and a shadow blocked out some of the lights.

She opened her eyes and stared eye-to-lips with a vagina. “Let her go Chad,” came Charli’s voice from above her. The tension on her hair was released and she fell forward, her face landing on the mound before her. Laura grabbed Charli’s hips for stability as Chad’s pounding punishment continued. She knew what Charli wanted and it should have disgusted her…but it didn’t. As if she were frenching Charli’s mouth, she buried her tongue between her other lips. She heard Charli gasp and moan, evidence that she was doing the right thing.

Unlike Chad’s rough grasp, Charli held Laura’s head gently, but insistently in her hands, guiding Laura’s mouth to where she could grant the most pleasure. No, she wasn’t a lesbian, but she attacked Charli’s pussy with as much fervor as she had Chad’s cock.

Chad continued fucking into Laura’s tight cunt, amazed at his own stamina. He knew he should have cum minutes ago at the rate he was going. He looked around and in the brief moments of darkness between flares of light, he could see what was happening behind the lighting setup. E’dan, with his flair for the acrobatic, was standing and holding Emily upside down, her pussy plastered to his face while she sucked on his cock. It was a measure of his strength as well as his stamina that he didn’t drop her in a moment of pleasure. On the couch, Gregg was sitting back with Rivkah sitting on his lap facing away from him. She was leaning against him, supporting her weight with her shoulders against his chest and he had her legs hooked backward as he fucked up into her. Her muscles strained against Gregg’s grasp as she tried to catch her breath in the awkward position. Her seeming helplessness was apparently fueling her desire. On closer inspection, Chad realized, however

, that it wasn’t her cunt that Gregg was stuffing.

Chad wasn’t the only one to notice. As Heather continued playing with the blonde’s nubile body with the same mastery as an accomplished pianist, her attention was also beyond the lights. She could feel Laura gearing up toward another orgasm beneath her fingers. Charli was lost in her own pleasure and when she wasn’t closing her eyes in bliss she was staring with the utmost lust at Chad. Heather’s hands rubbed against Laura’s sweaty body. With her left hand still massaging the girl’s clit, her right trailed lower. Rubbing her finger up and down the crack of the girl’s ass, she smiled as Laura simultaneously groaned in pleasure and clenched up trying to keep the invading digit out.

Heather was patient, and continued to stroke her finger up and down the girl’s asscrack, using Laura’s own sweat against her. Soon enough Heather was pressing firmly, but futilely against her anus. The moment Laura’s awaited orgasm struck, Laura’s asscheeks relaxed for a microsecond before clenching again. That was all the time Heather needed. In that instant, her finger buried itself past the second knuckle.

“Ahh!” Laura sighed, trying to find the disgust she knew she was supposed to be feeling despite the pleasure. Charli plopped down exhaustedly directly in front of Laura and eagerly kissed the blonde, sucking and licking her own juices off her face. Charli had reached the limit of the pleasure she could take for that moment. When Heather leaned forward to soothe Laura with a gentle, “Shhh, relax…it’s okay, let me give you pleasure,” both Charli and Chad realized what the still-dressed redhead was doing.

Charli had heard about this but had never seen it. She’d DEFINITELY never experienced it. Once Laura had loosened up her anal grip enough for Heather to begin fucking her digit in and out of her ass, Laura began moaning uncontrollably. She held onto Charli tightly, pressing her face against Charli’s ample breasts as her eyes clenched shut tightly in pleasure. Like a newborn babe she suckled noisily on Charli’s small, pink nipple, again being rewarded with moans of excitement.

Soon enough, Heather pulled her finger free from Laura’s ass. The momentary relief the blonde felt at its removal was soon replaced with a new pressure as Heather began working two fingers into her ass. This was no easy task given the ferocity with which Chad continued to brutalize her cunt.

Once Heather had loosened Laura’s ass enough to freely fuck her twin digits in and out, Heather gave the command that froze Laura and Charli in shock. “Fuck her ass, Chad.”

Chad didn’t need to be asked twice. He reveled in this most intimate copulation. He knew from what little his ex-girlfriend had told him that this was the final taboo for Omega Xis. This girl, despite the good she had done in recent days had this coming. As if thinking the same thought, Laura dropped her head into Charli’s lap, turning slightly to make eye contact with Chad. “Do it Chad. Fuck my ass. Please…”

Her plea was stifled as Chad pressed his more-than-average sized cock against her anal opening, her copious vaginal juices providing more than enough lubrication. Charli looked on in horror, both at the degree to which Laura’s body would have to stretch to accommodate his prick as well as Laura’s and Chad’s mutual desire to see this act through. Charli tried to soothe Laura’s pain by gently stroking her face and hair. Laura’s eyes were held shut and she seemed to be holding her breath as Chad’s cock forced its way inside her tightest opening.

With a great release of the air she was holding in her lungs, Chad sank the final inches inside her, no one daring to move as their bodies adjusted to this new reality. Laura soon began to nuzzle at Charli’s cunt in spite of the pain and pressure at her backside. Heather was sitting beside Laura, both hands again beneath the tense and sweaty girl, one hand continuing to massage her cunt, the other teasing and pulling on her nipples. There was no part of Laura’s body that wasn’t burning with desire. Even as Chad slowly pulled backward, Laura eagerly awaited his return thrust.

Charli heard Rivkah shout in pleasure. She turned and saw Gregg’s impossibly huge cock plowing relentlessly into the older woman’s ass. There was no denying the pleasure Rivkah was experiencing, even if Charli had no idea what the words tumbling from her mouth meant.

Chad began to build up a head of steam as he sawed in and out of Laura’s incredibly tight ass. Charli, as inexperienced as she was, knew that this act in the play was nearing an end. Laura’s pain had morphed into pleasure and she was vocally expressing her excitement between licks at Charli’s erect clit.

“That’s it,” Heather was saying, her fingers busy beneath the blonde’s body. “Let go. It’s time.” As if the dam holding back her orgasm had been released, Laura’s whole body went taut, her lips clamping down tightly on Charli’s clit triggering the girl’s orgasm as she tumbled into her own. Her ass clamped down hard on Chad’s thrusting cock finally rewarding her with jet after jet of soothing jizz. Heather’s hand was flooded with juices as the last release rocked through Laura’s body.

Laura’s muscles twitched and spasmed and her vision tunneled. She fought to remain conscious, barely succeeding. Her muscles, straining and exhausted, could no longer support her weight and she slid forward, Chad’s deflating cock pulling free of her clasping ass. Chad also fell forward, barely stopped from crushing Laura by landing on outstretched arms. His cock rested between her asscheeks, continuing to leak its last dribbles of cum into a small pool in the small of her back. Sweat dripped off his nose, landing between Laura’s shoulders, sliding down her skin to join the growing puddle of cum.

The last to announce their release were E’dan and Emily. E’dan was standing with Emily pressed against the wall, her arms and legs holding him tightly as he thrust up and into her, crushing her into the concrete behind her. In her pleasure, Emily’s orgasmic rantings were no less comprehendible than Rivkah’s. Even though she spoke in English, it was difficult to make out what she was saying with her gasping and with the music still blaring. She was mumbling something about seeing spheres of light, a soul and a life, a loyal companion, a sword and a shield, a slave and a child become woman.

Gregg was the first to stand, walking first to the stereo to turn down the music somewhat and then into the bathroom to clean off his soiled cock. He returned a minute later with a small basin filled with cool soapy water and multiple washcloths. Wringing one out, he tossed it toward Rivkah who was helping E’dan lay Emily out on the couch. As the big man gently wiped the girl’s face, Rivkah was helping herself to a mouthful of Emily’s filled pussy.

Wringing out two more, Gregg handed one to Heather and another to Charli who was again staring at Gregg’s enormous cock as it waved before her face. With a force of will, she turned her attention back to Chad and gently, lovingly began cleaning off his dick. Heather and Gregg each began washing down the still twitching Laura, their tender touches almost more than she could bear on her hypersensitive skin.

Chad was exhausted. He had fucked Laura with a fury and intensity he didn’t know he was capable of. Looking at the limp and crumpled figure beneath him, he felt strangely at peace. She wasn’t an evil monster. She almost looked childlike, her face resting in Heather’s lap, her eyes tightly shut, her lips moving soundlessly, her asscheeks still flexing beneath his torso. Looking up, he saw that Gregg was watching him. In that instant, Chad felt truly ashamed of how he’d been acting. He couldn’t blame Gregg any longer for what had happened. Gregg was his friend…perhaps his closest friend. In the ways of man, Chad nodded exhaustedly to Gregg, and Gregg understood the complex emotions behind that simple gesture. Things were right between them now. Gregg nodded back and both men smiled. Heather, watching the wordless exchange, rolled her eyes and muttered, “Men…” just loud enough to be heard.

Rising to her feet, Heather helped Laura to stand. It was odd that Heather, arguably the most beautiful woman in the room remained the only one still clothed in her golden toga and golden laurel. Laura stood on unsteady legs, her arm tightly wrapped around Heather’s waist to keep from falling. Blonde hairs were stuck to the side of her damp face, but she didn’t seem to notice.

E’dan was the first to approach them. He gently placed one of his big hands on her shoulder and said, “I bear no malice to this woman. Welcome.” He kissed both of Laura’s cheeks. As he stepped back, Laura’s eyes focused and she gasped as she saw for the first time the big man’s scar-crossed chest, arms, and back.

A moment later, the muscled woman with the black braid approached and kissed Laura on the lips. “I bear you no malice.” She kissed Laura again and returned to the couch to help Emily stand.

Emily and Laura could have been sisters separated at birth. Both were thin and toned, Laura only somewhat taller. They hadn’t yet been formally introduced, but that didn’t stop Emily from kissing the exhausted blonde on the cheek and saying, “I bear you no malice, Laura.”

Heather rested her forehead against the side of Laura’s head and whispered into her ear, “I also bear you no malice.” Laura was struggling to hold back her sobs as Heather kissed the side of her head.

Charli stepped forward and pulled Laura into a full embrace. Laura’s arms wrapped tightly around Charli’s naked body and Charli lovingly stroked her long blonde hair. “I bear you no malice, Laura…my sister.” Laura could no longer hold back her tears and wept openly, holding Charli that much tighter.

It was a few minutes before Charli could pull the sobbing girl free from her neck. Charli turned her around to face Chad. He put his arms on Laura’s shoulders and studied the girl that had been his nemesis for so long. He wanted to hate her. He wanted to loathe and despise her for all the pain she’d caused him and Charli and undoubtedly many others. But the tear-soaked visage seemed not to belong to that person anymore. Finally, unable to find any anger left inside him, his rage fizzled like a snuffed candle and he pulled her close and wrapped her in his arms. “I no longer bear you any malice, Laura. I hope that we can be friends now.”

Laura again broke down in sobs, muttering “I’m sorry, I’m sorry” over and over again as she clung tightly to his neck. Chad held her tightly and soothed away her pain and guilt. It was another several minutes before Laura turned to face the final person in the room.

Gregg held out his hands and Laura took them. Impulsively she sank to her knees in reverence. Gregg’s mind flared with images of slaves in white robes being “blessed with orgasms” in his palatial tent. He shook the image free from his mind, pulling Laura back to standing. “None of that tonight. You are nobody’s inferior in this room.” Laura hugged herself against Gregg, his cock pressing against her tummy.

Wiping away the last of her tears, she stepped back and looked him in the eye, sniffling. “Does this mean I can’t call you Master anymore?”

The room erupted in laughter.

The weighty theatrics were over. Chad retreated into the kitchen to grab some bottled waters to quench his and others’ thirst.

Heather undid her toga, throwing it dramatically into the corner, revealing her magnificent body and announced, “Okay, you’ve all had your fun. If someone doesn’t fuck me right now, I swear I’m going to explode!”

Gregg, always the hero, stepped into her arms and saved the rest of his friends from the wrath of an unsatisfied Heather. Laying her down in the middle of the floor, he quickly filled her waiting cunt with his massive cock. Like an alcoholic getting her first drink in years, Heather sighed in pleasure as Gregg’s cock stretched her overheated pussy.

Emily next straddled Heather’s head, bracing herself on Gregg’s shoulders as Heather’s tongue attacked her pussy. Laura marveled at how the three of them seemed to just…well, “fit” perfectly in their erotic floorshow.

Chad lay down beside Heather, his cock again standing erect from his waist. Charli took a condom from the table next to the couch and unrolled it over his member before settling herself down upon him. Once settled, she crooked her finger at Laura who straddled Chad’s head in the opposite direction as Emily. His tongue felt wonderful and soft, especially after the beating both her holes had just taken. Laura leaned backward and rested her head against Charli’s shoulder while Charli reached around and played with Laura’s tits. Their movements were slow and languid, none in a hurry to reach climax – simply enjoying each others’ bodies. Charli kept one hand wrapped around Laura, and occasionally reached over to her right to rest on Gregg’s ass which was fucking into Heather beside them.

On the couch, E’dan and Rivkah began a slow and loving fuck in a rather uncharacteristic missionary position with her ass supported by a pillow. They spoke tenderly to each other in Hebrew, their words spoken out loud, but only for each other.

Laura watched the goings on as the night progressed. She did get to fuck Gregg who, despite his best efforts, was unable to keep her from continuing to call her Master. Charli stayed with Chad, his being the only cock she fucked, despite the longing looks she often gave Gregg. Heather and Emily also made their rounds.

Several hours after midnight when none had the strength to continue, E’dan and Rivkah retreated into their bedroom. There was little cleaning that could be done anyway until after Heather and Charli put away all their equipment.

Laura pulled Heather aside and asked her if she thought it was weird that Rivkah only let her husband fuck her in her pussy. Gregg and Chad, and later Gregg again, were both directed to her other hole. Laura admitted she enjoyed the ass-fuck Chad had given her, but didn’t think it was SO enjoyable that she’d want the majority of her future fucks there. Heather was ready to dismiss Laura’s observation, thinking it just a random quirk for the evening. But suddenly another possible explanation came to her and tears of joy began to well up in her eyes. She had to cover her mouth to keep from screaming in happiness. When Laura asked what it was, Heather collected herself and said she couldn’t say anything until she spoke with Rivkah.

Finding some sheets and blankets in the hall closet, Chad curled up with Charli and Laura on either side of him in the middle of the living room floor. They all knew they could have gotten dressed and driven over to the HQ, but none were feeling that ambitious. Laura never knew so much pleasure was possible. Feeling a contentment greater than the night she declared Gregg “Master,” she snuggled herself close to an already asleep Chad and reached across his chest to hold Charli’s hand.

Gregg, Emily, and Heather went downstairs and while Emily was in the bathroom, Heather whispered her suspicions to Gregg. She knew it was ridiculous, but she felt that, somehow, if she told Gregg, her greatest hope for Rivkah and E’dan would come true.

That night, as Heather slept with her head cradled in Gregg’s arm and with Emily pressed tightly behind her, their legs tangled at the foot of the bed, Gregg thought affectionately of his upstairs neighbors. They had welcomed him into their home and their lives. They had come to mean so much more to him than the blood relatives he had left behind. Stretching out his consciousness, he confirmed that Heather’s suspicions were correct. They would never know the role he played in it, but that night, Gregg worked a little magic for his friends and a miracle occurred.

For one night, all was right with the world.

Everything was as it should have been…

…for one night, at least.