The Legacy

“Delta house,” the pretty brunette said as she picked up the phone. Her jaw working on a piece of chewing gum.

“Hi, may I please speak to Arianna?” Margaret asked. Margaret sat in her room, her feet kept warm by a heater kept under her desk.

“This is Arianna.”

“Hi, my name is Margaret. Delta class of 76. My daughter is Stacy. Stacy Barnes.”

“Oh sure,” Arianna said. “What can I do for you?” Although she knew very well what the woman was calling about. It had been all according to plan.

“Well my daughter called me last night and she was quite upset. I know pledging isn’t easy, but I must confess that I’m wondering if you are taking into consideration that -“

“That she’s a legacy?” Arianna interrupted, her glossy red lips formed a straight line. “I know very well what she is. I also know that your circumstance was a little unique as a Delta girl. But, I’ll tell you what, why don’t you come here later tonight and we’ll discuss Stacy. See if we can improve her chances. Do you think we can do that Maggie?” Arianna blew a bubble and popped it, waiting for the older woman to answer.

“Yes…” Margaret said, her voice coming in a squeak. She wondered what the young woman meant by ‘unique’ circumstance. Then the name. Maggie. No one called her Maggie since college. She had introduced herself as Margaret. It could be a lucky guess, it might be much more. She was no longer the confident business owner and mother of two, but an insecure pledge.

“Do you remember the rules Maggie? …Not the Delta rules. But your special rules?” The young woman’s eyes gleamed as she put the screws to the older woman. She had discovered the rules when reading a most salacious diary she had discovered in the attic. She had many an orgasm reading that diary. Now she was talking to the girl who had been written about. A girl – now woman, who had lived a submissive sexual existence during her time at the Delta house.

“Yes…” Margaret said. Her voice now in a whisper. This girl knew. She knew her long held secret.

“Then how should you address me?” the impertinent young girl said, her lips now turning up in a smile. Her gray eyes flashing with hunger.

“Yes Miss Arianna.” Even on the phone Margaret could feel her cheeks growing hot.

“Good girl.” Arianna said. “Can you be here tonight at eight? We can discuss your daughter then … among other things. Maybe catch up on some old times.”

“Yes ma’am.” Margaret said submissively.

“I’ll see you then,” Arianna said, her mouth smacking as she chewed her gum rapidly, the blowing another bubble. “You should come prepared. I’m sure you remember your rules on being prepared. Don’t you?”

“Yes, Miss Arianna,” Margaret whispered, her loins growing hot as she remembered the rules.

“How about rule number one?” Arianna said. “Why don’t you tell me about it.”

Margaret gave a shudder. The girl knew everything. Every last one of the humiliating rules she was required to observe while she attending college. She thought about pretending she had forgotten, but it ever since Arianna first brought them up, it was as if she were transported back to her college years – young, inexperienced, and submissive. She rucked her skirt up under her hips and slid her hand into her panties, then began to rub. Expert circles around and around. The rules weren’t just something that was recited, the rules were obeyed.

“Rule number one,” Margaret said, her voice thick and husky. “A hot slut is an obedient slut.” “Good girl Maggie. You do remember. Call me when you get to the house,” Arianna said. “I’ll let you in the back. No sense in causing your daughter embarrassment, is there pet?”

“Thank you Miss.” Margaret said. Girl. She hadn’t been called girl in years. It was even more humiliating now than ever since the girl calling her that was young enough to be her daughter.

“And don’t forget rule number two.” Arianna said before she hung up. “You remember that one don’t you? Why don’t you say it for me.”

“A slut – must – have – permission – to – come.” Margaret panted out the words. Not only was she trembling, she was sweating like a pig. Faster and faster her finger rubbed. Shit, she was so fucking hot. She could feel herself peak. Yet, before she reached the crest, she pulled her hand away. Fuck, she wanted it. Hips pumping and her eyes rolling back in her head, Margaret gave a groan of frustration. A groan much like she gave so many time before in college. Arianna’s last comment still echoed in her ears. Rule number two, her years in college were coming back to haunt her. Always horny. Sex constantly on her mind. Feeling like a slut.

A slut. She hadn’t thought of herself like that since college. This phone call hadn’t gone like she planned. Not at all. She was only trying to help her daughter, but now it appeared she was the one who needed help. Worse, she was late and needed to hurry in order to be ready and be at the sorority house by eight. She left her office and went to find her assistant manager Jenny, a cute blonde, once downright beautiful, but who had recently grown a little wide in the hips…also a former Delta. She was was busy talking to one of the clerks.

“Jenny,” Margaret said. “I’ve got some place I need to be. Do you mind closing tonight?”

“Not at all Mrs. Bricker.”

“Thanks.” Margaret said.

Jenny was puzzled. It wasn’t the first time Margaret needed to leave early. But this time she was more flustered than she had ever seen her. Her face was flushed. Her hair mussed. She seemed unable to look her directly in the eyes. And then when Margaret got to the door she did a double take – hesitated and went to the clothing rack. She started pulling some items off the rack. Short and racy numbers.

“Just going to take a little something for my daughter,” Margaret explained.

Which again was odd because while Margaret did give her daughter clothes off the rack – after all it was her store. However, usually they were conservative and preppy. Nothing like these. They were trendy, slightly . . . gaudy. Besides her daughter was in college and it was a week night.

Margaret blushed a bright crimson as she left the store. She went straight home and began to get ready for her meeting with Arianna. While she was in the shower she looked down at her sex. Her pubes were well trimmed, but the girl at the sorority house had told her to come prepared. To remember the rules. Did she really know all of them? Whatever the case, Margaret couldn’t take the chance. She lathered her bush. Lathered it in a way she hadn’t done since college- coating her whole bush in shaving cream. She picked up the razer. The rules. It was as if she were back in college, back in the sorority house. Showering so very early in the morning – so no one would see that she was shaving more than just her legs and pits like the other girls. God, it had been awful. Every day had been a terrifying nerve wracking existence. Now at least she had a measure of privacy as her curly hair fell down and washed toward the drain. Her sex smooth and bare. Everything was visible now. There was protective down. Leaving her vulnerable and h so available. The next part was even more difficult. She placed the hand mirror down on the tub. She squatted down. She could see her inflamed lips. Her engorged clit. The dark crater of her ass. She lathered it up and removed those last stray hairs near her bottom.

The rules. Oh God the rules. She thought back to her years in college. Squatting in this very same humiliating position. Always worried as she listened carefully for the door. Rubbing herr clit as fast as she could while she was squatting over the mirror. Rubbed until the orgasm approached, then stopped. She moaned out loud and almost lost her balance in the tub. Those rules should be long gone. Why had she called? She never imagined there would be a problem. She had worried for awhile after college, went to some of the sister’s weddings, but never volunteered that she was a Delta. But when nothing ever happened, she grew complacent. She wasn’t afraid to name drop. It even helped to get her several jobs … and then there was also the loan. Almost unconsciously began to rub again. Approached orgasm two more times before stopping. It was getting more and more difficult to stop.

Stepping out of the shower she dried off. Drying her hair with the hair dryer, she thought of one of the other rules. Surely it didn’t apply now. Surly this girl would never know. Even so, she danced the hot air over her already hot cunt. Working her passions higher and higher.

A hot slut is an obedient slut. That was what Miss Debbie used to say.

Margaret liked to be in control. But her facade of control was beginning to slip – to crumble. Just like in in college. Moaning she slipped a finger into her sex and plunged it in. Then took it out and sucked her digit clean and inhaled the fragrance. It smelled like old times.

I’m gonna make you love it, Debbie had told her. Make you love the taste. The smell. You might be majoring in business, but you are going to have a concentration in cunt.

Debbie had overseen the studies herself. Had never seemed to tire of giving Margaret lessons in oral pleasure – Debbie receiving and Maggie always giving. And how Margaret had come to know Debbie’s pussy. The taste. The smell. The musk. The iron scent that occurred every month. Four years of that cunt. Licking it. Sucking it. Worshipping it. Then finally she was free of it. Even now, after all these years…she could remember every bump and ridge. Every dark and curly hair.

She hadn’t seen Debbie’s in nineteen years, oh she had guilty fantasies since then, but that was all. She had made sure to stay well away from any temptation. However, she felt sure she was going to get to know another cunt tonight. She rubbed her clit till her knees grew weak, then forced herself to stop. God, she was so hot. She felt betrayed by her body. It was this very same betrayal that had led to her sexual subjugation in the first place.

She made her face up, just like in the old days. Not the mature and appropriate manner she had done these last nineteen years. But with shiny pink lipstick. Blush on her cheeks. Pale green eyeshadow. Just a hint. A little eyeliner. She had raided her daughter drawer to find the make up. Finally, she was almost done. God the rules. How she hated them all, but one most of all. She bunched her hair up at the side of her head and put on a band. Then did it again on the other side. Pig tails. Oh how she hated them. Was there anything that screamed, no respect like pig tails?

The rest came together in her bedroom. A short pleated skirt. A sweater. Thin white socks that went to her knees. A pair of pumps. No panties. No bra.

She took a few experimental steps. Her full breasts bounced with every step. The rules. In college she hated not being allowed to wear a bra. Hated the way the other girls looked at her small breasts with superior smiles. Not a day passed where she didn’t wish they were bigger. More substantial. Then they would respect her. But now? Now she had her wish, her breasts were ripe and full. Bouncy. God, they bounced with every step. Drawing attention to themselves. Instead of being proud, she was more embarrassed now than ever. She wanted her A cups back. Their size or lack there of would only be noticed if someone caught sight of a hardened nipple. Now, her breasts begged for attention with her every step.

The worst part was that Margaret wasn’t even sure how much Arianna knew. Was she putting herself through all this humiliation for a college girl’s hunch? On the drive over, she considered turning around and changing back, but couldn’t bring herself to do it. As she pulled up the the sorority house, she noticed that it looked much smaller. She took out her phone and began to dial. Then hit end. God, she was scared. Her hands were shaking. It took several tries before she was able to dial the phone.

“Maggie? Hang on,” Arianna said when she picked up. “I’ll meet you at the back door.”

Shortly thereafter, Arianna let Margaret in the back door and took her to her room and locked the door.

“It’s good to see you remembered the rules,” Arianna said, apprising the sexy older woman’s body. “But did you remember them all?”

It took everything Margaret not to flinch when the young girl reached under her skirt. Debbie used to do this all the time. Checking on her obedience, just like this young dark haired vixen was doing. Fingers thrusting into her wet pussy. Working her up. Making her breathe heavy. Making her hips pump in response. Making her nipples harden and crinkle to tight nubs. Making her tongue sneak out and lick her glossy pink lips. But this wasn’t Debbie, this girl was young enough to be her daughter. Margaret should be in charge, just on age alone. Yet, standing there, hips pumping, wanted so desperately for an orgasm, Margaret didn’t feel in charge at all.

“Yes Miss, I remember,” Margaret said, her voice thick with lust. She remembered all the rules. Remembered them like it was yesterday.

“It appears so,” Arianna said, fondling the older woman’s breast through the thin fabric of her shirt. “And my how you have grown since you were in college. You were flat in your pictures. But what a big girl you are now. The years have been kind to you I see.”

“Thank you Miss,” Margaret said, then remembering rule number nine, always acknowledge and be thankful for every compliment – even though sometimes they felt like put downs. She blushed, adding. “I’m glad – I’m glad you like them.”

“I believe you had a request you wanted to make regarding your daughter,” Arianna said. “There’s a rule for that too I believe.”

The young girl sat down in a chair, then spread her legs. She wasn’t wearing any underwear. Her lips were engorged and her dark curly hair was damp with her lust.

“Yes Miss,” Margaret said, going down to her knees. It was clear that this girl knew every last rule. Rule number five, all requests had to be made to Debbie’s cunt. This time it would be Arianna she made the request to.

Margaret didn’t expect the hand that leapt out and slapped her face.

“Did I say you could look at me naked?” Arianna demanded.

“No Miss but…” Margaret stammered. Debbie had been a cruel Mistress, but she had never slapped her. Her punishments always took the form of another rule added to her humiliating list. She clutched a hand to her cheek.

“Put that on.” Arianna pointed to a blindfold laying on the bed.

Margaret put on the blind fold. Feeling her way along, she knelt between those legs again. It had been a long time since she had been in this very place. The last time had been the day after graduation. The day she moved out. Debbie had wanted to get her fill. Enough to last her. She had eaten her out so many times she lost count. That was supposed to have been the last time. Yet, here she was again. Kneeling in front of another woman. Blowing gently on her pubic hair. Giving her light kisses. Turning kissing to licks. Her body remembered what to do – and she did it very well.

“Oh Maggie,” Arianna cooed, her tongue snaking out of her bow shaped mouth. Each hand grasping one of the older woman’s pig tails. Using them to guide her ministration. Steering her like a bitch on a leash. “The descriptions don’t do you justice. Your tongue is divine. You are one hot little queer.”

“Thank you Miss,” Margaret mumbled from down below and continued to work. She hated how the young girl was directing her oral service by tugging her pig tails. Debbie used to refer to them as her training wheels. Oh how she hated them. Hated how ‘cute’ they made her look. People didn’t respect cute. And having her pig tails pulled, making her lick here and there, drove home just how little respect her pig tails entailed.

After several minutes, Arianna pulled her away from her tasks momentarily.

“What was it you wanted to ask me about?” Arianna asked.

Her face soiled and her makeup a mess, Margaret proceeded to tell the young woman about her daughters troubles. How she was having a hard time with the pledging process. Could – maybe – perhaps Arianna could see fit to take it easy on her. As a favor. That was the gist. What transpired was quite different all together. Margaret was forced to ask this while licking her young mistress. She would get a few words out and then she was grabbed by her pig tails, pulled back in, forced to lick, to suck, until Arianna would push her away and ask, “Now what were you saying? Maybe you should start from the beginning again.”

It was so hard for Margaret to remember her train of thought. In the old days, she usually forgot what she had originally wanted to ask Debbie for. But this time she had her daughter to think of. To keep her strong. Yet, she didn’t feel very strong kneeling there, licking, sucking, and talking about her daughter while doing so. Her own sex so hot and wet…yet so frustrated and needing. It just didn’t feel right.

It felt fine to Arianna. She come twice from this old MILF. God, the woman had a tongue that wouldn’t quit. It was a damned shame that it had been wasted for nineteen years. Almost a crime. “I think I can help your daughter,” Arianna said. “But, there’s going to be a price for my assistance..and that price is orgasms. I want more. A lot more. And I want them someplace where I can moan to my heart’s content. Let me go make sure the coast is clear, then I’ll come back for you. Why don’t you clean off your face in the meantime? If you finish that, you can work on rule number eight.”

Margaret followed her young Mistress’s orders. Cleaning the juices from her face and then obediently stroking herself, going just to the edge of orgasm, but backing off before she went all the way. Just like old times. When Arianna came back,she followed her young charge to the basement. She had been there before with Debbie. But this time she was more nervous than ever. Especially when the young woman made her put on the blind fold back on before leading her down those dark rickety steps. ********************* Several hours earlier….

“I’m glad you were able to meet me,” Arianna told young girl. “I talked to your mom this afternoon. She was quite disappointed when she learned her daughter was thinking about not continuing her legacy here at Delta.”

Stacy cringed at the thought of her mother. She had tried to prepare her for what was going to happen. That she wasn’t cut out for Delta. She hadn’t even told her mother everything. That she was the scum girl. Not just the Delta sisters, but the other pledges got to tell her what to do… and she had to do what they said. And they could be quite inventive. Pick up this. Fetch that. Clean so and so. Wear this stupid sign on your back. On your chest. God, it was humiliating. Most of her problems seemed to stem from Arainna, the head of the Delta house. She seemed to have it in for her.

“And I was disappointed when I heard you were telling your mother about things that went on in the house, and you know the rule. What goes on in Delta house, stays in Delta house. You weren’t supposed to tell anyone…”

“I’m sorry,” Stacy said, but she just had to tell someone. She hadn’t even told her own mother everything. “I didn’t tell her about everything. Just that I was having a hard time. That I was having second thoughts.”

“No more excuses,” Arianna said. She strolled over to the wall and took down a large paddle. The symbols delta delta delta were carved in the surface. “You know what happens when you break the rules Stacy. You swore you wouldn’t tell anyone what goes on behind these doors.”

God no. Not again. It seemed she was always breaking the rules. No matter how hard she tried.

“Twenty more for stalling,” Arianna said.

Stacy blinked back the tears pooling in her pretty blue eyes. She was so tired of being spanked. Her bottom was always sore – always tender. A skinny girl, the blows seemed to hurt her more than the other pledges. It was a struggle just to sit. She reached beneath her short skirt and wriggled down her panties until they lay at her ankles. She muttered a quick ,”Please,” before tucking the back of her skirt into her waistband and then leaning forward and grabbing her ankles.

Arianna enjoyed the view. She marveled at how flexible Stacy was. How she could just bend down and grab her ankles without cheating like the other pledges. Loved how her pretty cunt peaked out from between her skinny thighs.

“Oh this is much more serious than that Stacy,” Arianna said. “You didn’t just break a rule, but the code. Take it all off. Everything.”

But Stacy didn’t want to take it all off. Didn’t want to be spanked. Didn’t want to be here in the basement with this sadist who was the head Delta house. She just wanted to quit.

“Thirty more,” Arianna said.

“Please Arianna,” Stacy begged. She shucked off her T-shirt, the stepped out of her tennis shoes. But not fast enough.

“Ten more.”

Stacy just needed a moment to think. Did she want to quit or not? Submit for this spanking or just walk out the door, never to return? There was no going back once she walked out. How disappointed would her mother be? So many factors to figure into her decision, yet time was in precious short supply. If she wasn’t going to walk out now, she was going to have so many spanks piled up she wouldn’t be able stand, much less sit. And her mom was now involved. She was disappointed. Shit! Making up her mind quickly, she quickly took off her socks, bra and skirt.

“Now put your arms behind your back.” Arianna said.

Stacy reluctantly obeyed. It wasn’t the usual position required for punishment. Worse, it made her already small breasts practically non-existent. At least Arianna stood behind her where she couldn’t see them. However, Stacy soon had other things to worry about as something was cinched tight around her elbows. She instinctively knew this was no ordinary hazing procedure and began to struggle.

“Hey, let me go,” she demanded.

“Hold still slut,” Arianna said as she finished securing the bonds. “You are just making this harder for yourself.”

“No. Stop. Let me mmm…..”

“Sushh…” Arianna slipped the ball gag in place. She adjusted the straps over the pretty blonde’s head.

Stacy shook her head at this latest indignity, tossing her blonde locks too and fro. Not only could she no longer talk thanks to the ball gag, her nose was pulled back uncomfortably and the center strap impaired her vision. Jesus! Shit! What was going on?

“This is going to be a different sort of punishment than you’ve had in the past,” Arianna said as she put the paddle back on the wall. “I won’t be using the paddle after all.”

Stacy was momentarily relieved. Thinking this was going to some sort of humiliation ritual like she had already endured far too many of. Arianna hooked Stacy’s arms up to a length of rope and pulled down, causing Stacy arms to be pulled up toward the eyelet.

“Don’t get bored,” Arianna said, as she fastened two leather cuffs to Stacy’s ankles. “We are very nearly there.”

Then she looped a length of rope to the cuff and began to pull. Stacy’s leg began to rise. Not just up but out. She tried to fight it, but it was a hopeless fight. The muscles of her inner thigh were no match for Arianna’s strength.

Stacy stood swaying. Trying desperately to retain her balance. No easy matter with her left leg pulled up at a crazy angle, her arms pulled up behind her back, and the poor leg she was standing on balanced precariously between these two opposing forces. Her amazing flexibility actually worked against her in this case. Another girl would have never been spread to quite the humiliating degree that she was. She watched in horror as Arianna took a black leather crop out of a locked drawer. The air whistled through her nose as she gave a sharp intake of breath. No, this wasn’t merely going to be an exercise in humiliation – it would be a painful lesson. Maybe the most painful of all. She trembled as she listened to the crop whistled through the air as the pretty red head took a few practice swings then flexed it between her hands.

“I like the paddle,” Arianna said. “But it has no finesse. No artistry. I think this will be much more fun, don’t you girl? More intimate.”

Stacy couldn’t see her capturer, but she knew the blow was coming. She heard the whistle. Then the sound of leather against flesh. There was no pain at first. Not for another second in time. The pain came on all of a sudden. It came on strong.

Stacy moaned into the ball gag when the pain made its way to the neurons in her brain. Then her body flexed. Ligaments straining. Seeking to escape the blow that had already fallen. Her body unaware of her helpless bound predicament. Her joints groaned as her weight was supported by her shoulders and hips. Wide-eyed, she struggled to get her right leg back under her and supporting her weight again.

“You like to dance do you?” Arianna said as she watched as her captive hopped and danced to regain her balance. The best bits of her anatomy strained and were forced open or out by gravity. “Hmmm, my little ballerina? I think we can make things even more entertaining.”

Arianna went back to the drawer and came back with several instruments. Stacy had no idea what they could be used for, but they terrified her none the less.

Arianna showed her terrified captive the small steel clamps. “Such cute little nipples. I think they are going to like these.” she said as she began thump Stacy’s nipples, making them harden to the size of small erasers. Then she captured the nipple and tightened it in the clamp. They hurt, but anything was a respite to the crop.

“Can you guess where the last one goes?” Arianna asked her gagged charge. “Nod if you know.”

Mmmmmm- Stacy gave a moan and shook her head to and fro. God, she wouldn’t dare!

But dare she did. “Let’s see if we can get it nice and big,” Arianna said. Her captive was spread so wide, it was a simple matter to reach between her spread legs and work on the small pearl with her fingers. Tugging it like a teat.

Helpless. Gagged. Bound. Her most sensitive place being handled like she wasn’t even a person. It should have been enough to cancel out any sexual enjoyment. Yet, somehow it wasn’t. To her growing horror, she could feel her body responding. Growing tingly. Wet.

“Oh there it is.” Arianna said, spreading wet pink lips, and pushing the hard nubbin out even further. “Coming out to play. I was worried at first. Worried it might be too small…like your little titties. But this is a nice big clit. A pink marble. Just the right size.” Then she took it between her fingers and pulled…. and finally applied the clamp. This one was spring loaded and had rubber teeth. Just perfect for holding onto something so small, delicate, and wet.

The shock of the pleasure was enough to make Stacy lose her balance. She still hadn’t got it back when Arianna hooked the first weight to the clamp secured to Stacy’s tender nipple. She began to hop and rock as the weight tugged down, However, that only made things worse as the weight bounced up and down, to and fro, magnifying her motions a thousand times, and pulling her tender nipple in every direction.

“Keep dancing my little ballerina,” Arianna urged. “Dance for me.”

However, Stacy had her balance back. She held perfectly still. No, she wouldn’t do that again. Sweat falling in rivulets down her back and nose, she stood motionless, even as Arianna hung another weight on the clamp attached to her other nipple, then held the weight in the air and let it drop. This time Stacy was prepared, as her hardened nipple took the weight all at once. Even when it gave a small bounce and came to rest. It was quite a shock, but at least it wasn’t magnified by her own struggles.

“Only one more to go.” Arianna said.

Stacy’s eyes widened in horror. She moaned a last ‘Please’ into her gag. She tried to hold still. Yet despite her best efforts, she gave a brief lurch as the weight was hung from her clit and then Arianna let her take the weight of it none too gently.

The weights swung in a counterclockwise arc. The tugging was uncomfortable to say the least. Yet the sensation of the transfers in direction sent bolts of pleasure through her loins.

Arianna picked the crop back up. “This time you can dance all you like,” she said as she struck delicate pale flesh.

Stacy leapt as the blow struck home, causing the weights to bounce and twirl. The swinging had been bad enough, but God, when they tugged all at once, tugged sensitive parts that ought not be tugged, it was enough to convince her…enough to convince her to hold still when the crop whistled through the air one more time. Whistled and struck her underneath her shapely bottom. Whistled again and struck her tender inner thigh. She moaned into the gag. Tears fell from her pale blue eyes. The crop struck again, this time between the cheeks of her bottom. Making contact with her clenching arsehole. Fuck! She couldn’t help it. Her body flinched. The weights began to swing.

“That’s a good girl,” Arianna said. “Dance. Dance for me my little ballerina.”

The crop fell again and again. The blows were lighter. They still stung. But not like before.

Stacy had no choice. She hated the weights hanging from her tender parts. Hated how they tugged and pulled. Hated how her muscles were useless for supporting their weight. Hated how they managed to ache yet make those same parts oh so tingly. But she had no choice. Arianna was determined to see her dance. She could be forced to do it involuntarily, the crop would see to that, or she could do it willingly and spare herself the painful crop. She had no choice. She arched her back and shifted her hips as best as she was able. The way her leg was tied, it was nearly impossible…yet if she tightened her thighs, tried to pull them together, and then swing her weight from side to side, she was able to make them swing in a controlled arch. Made them move in a lazy circle. She danced. The weights swung. Maybe this would be enough for Arianna.

“Good girl,” Arianna said, working new flesh over with the crop. Aiming carefully. Turning pale white flesh red and inflamed. Leaving a purple welt here and there, yet not hitting the young coed as hard as she had before. “Now little ballerina, dance and make them swing the other way.”

Stacy did her best to obey. The crop made sure of that. The bound coed made the weights swing in one direction and then the other. She made them swing fast. She made them swing slow. To make matter worse, her body was betraying her. The tingly feeling ran from her breasts to her sex and all the way down her feet. Her juices ran wet down her thighs. She tried to will those unwelcome feelings away. Tried to imagine what she was going to do to the bitch who had done this to her. Oh she was going to fix the bitch good. This was against the law. Let’s see how she liked being tied up….when she was in jail. With her mind racing it took several minutes to realize the blows had stopped. She stopped swinging the weights.

The crop leapt out again. Stacy didn’t have to concentrate on making the weights swing, they did it on their own. Shit! Fuck that stung!

“Did I say to stop dancing?” Arianna asked. “Keep dancing my little ballerina. Dance until I say to stop.”

Stacy clenched her eyes tight. It was getting harder and harder to make the weights swing. Her breasts were fairly easy, but the weight attached to her clit. It took everything she had to clench her strained thighs, to move those slim hips back and forth to set it going again. She was as hot as a black leather seat in August, and it helped dull the pain, but even in the state she was in, having her arms tied behind her back, forcing her over, and then one leg pulled up and over in the opposite direction, to work her hips, to move her ass, it felt as if she were trying to pull her joints out of socket.

“That’s a girl,” Arianna said. “And remember, good girls get presents. You do want presents, don’t you?”

So she danced. Making the weight swing. She could feel an orgasm just out of reach. She tried to be strong. Tried not to reach for it. But eventually she broke, she wanted it. She clenched her sex. Made the weight swing the other direction. However, no matter how much she tried, she couldn’t quite get there. Not all the way. Soon the aching need for orgasm began to outweigh the pain in her joints and stretched tender bits. Spinning the weights. Twirling them even if ever so slightly as she grew more and more exhausted. Oblivious to the fact that Arianna had left her alone in the basement for the last fifteen minutes.

“Still dancing?” Arianna asked when she returned. “Oh you are aren’t you? I don’t recall telling you to make them swing like that? So sexy. So much sexier than you were dancing before. Did you know that dancing is the window into the soul? And my little ballerina, your soul is saying it wants something very badly.”

Arianna came behind her captive. Caught her earlobe and bit it lightly, causing Stacy to moan.

“This may hurt a bit,” Arianna said, as she released the clamp on her captive’s nipple.

Stacy was thinking, no, this doesn’t hurt at all. But then it felt like pins and needles in her tiny buds. After that, the sensation returned in a hurry. She bit into her gag, moaning and groaning. Oh God, and then the other clamp was taken off. And she knew the worse was still to come. Worse, Stacy made her moan twice for yes, if she wanted that last clamp off. She wanted to refuse, but she knew she had to get it off, it was the only way to get free. She gave one last thought of what she was going to do to this sick bitch. Oh how she would pay, then she moaned twice for yes. Then she moaned over and over again. Twisting and turning as lightning shot through her insides.

“You’ve been such a good girl. I think you’ve earned a reward,” Arianna said. “Wouldn’t you like a reward pet?”

Stacy shook her head. She didn’t want any sort of reward this sadist had in mind.

“I’ll be back in a few minutes…” Arianna said. “Don’t go anywhere.”

The poor coed couldn’t go anywhere. Worse, now that the weights had been removed, her passions were cooling. As her passion subsided, the pain in her joints grew. If only Arainna would take of the gag. She was willing to let matters drop. She wouldn’t press charges. Just let her out of here. She would never set foot in the Delta house again.

Another fifteen minutes had passed when Arianna returned. “Here’s your reward pet,” she said from behind her captive.

Stacy jumped from fright. Then her horror grew as another woman was led in front of her. At first she didn’t recognize the woman. The slutty dress, thin white socks up to her knees, the heels, the lack of a bra, but most of all it was the pigtails that threw her off. Then Arianna pushed the blindfolded woman down, forcing the older woman to kneel down in front of Stacy. That woman. It wasn’t. It couldn’t be. But it was.

“Lick me.” Arianna said, her voice thick with lust.

Stacy moaned into the gag. Her blue eyes bulging, crossed due to the strap holding the gag in place. Her mom was blindfolded. She had no idea who she was getting ready to do this to. She didn’t know it was her own flesh and blood.

No. No. No. Stacy moaned. To her horror the cries came out as moans.

“I’m so hot for you,” Arianna said pulling the older woman by her pigtails into the sex of her own darling daughter.

“No mom,’ Stacy pleaded. “It’s me!”

But all Margaret heard were moans of excitement. She began to kiss. She began to lick. To suck. She hesitated for just one moment. For just one moment reason kicked in. This pussy was much wetter than it had been just moments ago. It had the taste of salt and sweat. It didn’t smell or taste like the pussy of the perfectly coiffed and statuesque brunette she had licked moments ago. No, this pussy was ripe. The clit distended to a degree she had never seen before. It reminded her of Debbie’s on the few nights she had been with some young fraternity boy before coming home and demanding pleasure from Margaret.

Margaret almost refused. Then she thought of her daughter. If this was what she had to do to help her through the pledge process, then she would. She thought of rule number two, and rubbed herself. A hot slut is an obedient slut. She forgot what she had been so concerned about and began to lick. To suck. To please.

Poor Stacy tried to battle. She tried to move away. But her body had already been through so much. She succeeded in dancing for only a few moments before coming to rest. Hanging limp limply under the harsh fluorescent lights..

She couldn’t fight that way. Swinging the weights had robbed her of her strength. The only thing left she had to fight with was her mind. She wasn’t going to enjoy this, but she was determined to fight. She would resist. It was bad, but it could be much worse. She could enjoy it.

Yet her mother licked her in ways she never imagined. Made her think at times she had successfully resisted, only to lick her in a new and different way that took her passions higher than ever before. She began to grow tingly all over. I can’t do this. I mustn’t. She told herself It is wrong. Perverted. She could feel her will crumbling. Worse, Arianna was pressed behind her, whispering in her ear. “So kinky. You love it. I know you do. What is this? Is it close? Oh it is…”

No. No. God no. Not like this. Not with this cruel girl behind her knowing what her body was doing. She tightened her body. Determined to resist. But her mother took it as encouragement, and flicked her tongue rapidly on Stacy’s tender nubbin.

No. No. Please no. But, no matter how she wished it away, the liquid lava poured through her insides, overwhelming the poor girl with pleasure. Oh how she came! Not being able to react save biting and moaning into the ball gag only seemed to intensify her pleasure. She was vaguely aware of her mom, kneeling down at her feet, softly licking and slurping up her wet nectar as she came down from her orgasm. At least…at least it was over.

“So good. Such a skilled tongue you have.” Arianna said, reaching around her captive and stroking her fingers through Margaret’s hair. Then reaching further down, taking Stacy’s sex between her fingers and spreading those moist lips wide. “Now another…” she whispered.

The girl must be insatiable, Margaret thought. She had given the girl three orgasms…still she wanted more. But she had said she wanted orgasms. A lot of them. That was the price for helping her daughter. Margaret was determined to succeed. The older woman’s skilled tongue began to move with purpose once again. If it was another orgasm she wanted, then she would have it. And maybe just maybe, Margaret would be allowed to come.

But poor Stacy didn’t want another orgasm. She was still far too sensitive down there to enjoy it. It was just too much. She moaned into her gag and tried to move….but to no avail.

Arianna used this time to get to know her captive’s body. She stroked the young pledge’s body. Groped her. Handled her. Tweaked her. Pressed a finger into her tight ass. The shock of being explored in such a forbidden fashion caused the poor coed to gasp and moan. Arianna, lauched at how the girl’s body trembled and shook as she was overwhelmed by another orgasm.

Trembling and shaking was all Stacy could do now. Once the orgasm passed, she gave a plaintive moan into her gag. No one paid her any mind. Arianna just said, “Now another…” and her mother obliged.

In less than a minute Stacy could feel the tingling return. Her resistance was for naught, the orgasms were coming faster and faster. There was nothing she could do to stop them. She had ceased fighting them. Her will had crumbled under the onslaught. Only her mother’s tongue stood between her and another climax. She was totally at the whim of that magic tongue.

She could feel the warmth growing again in her loins. She felt her insides dance, felt the hot heat. No…not again…..please mom…. Yet that skilled tongue could not be denied. Again and again she came. And though it was pleasure unlike she had ever experienced, it was just too much of it. Over and over again too much of it. To much sensation. She hung limp, letting the orgasms come when they would, oblivious to everything else, when Arainna finally said, ‘Enough’.

Such was Stacy’s delirious state, that she wasn’t even aware that Arainna and her mother left the room. She made no effort to fight when Arianna returned and freed her from her bonds. Merely slumping to the floor, barely moving as she was freed from her cuffs and the cruel gag. She made no move to carry out her earlier plans of running for the phone and dialing 911. She obediently took the water that Arianna held to her lips and drank.

“You’re not still thinking of leaving are you?” Arianna said. “Your mother did so much to help you stay. Came in here dressed up like a little slut. Licked my pussy like nobody’s business. What a wicked tongue she has. But I guess you know all about that now. Do you know what would be a real shame? If your mother found out just who she was licking tonight. I wonder how she would take the news?”

Not well. Stacy was still getting over it. Her own mother had licked her. Had made her orgasm again and again. No one could know. Least of all her mother. It would ruin her.

“But if you were a pledge….” Arianna continued. “It would be against the rules for me to tell anyone else what happened among sisters….and we are sisters right?”

“Yes,” Stacy admitted.

“However, you are going to be a different sort of sister. Just think of me as your big sister. And you are going to have some new rules now…” Arianna handed Stacy a sheet of paper. It was old. A list of rules had been written in lipstick and pen as other rules were added on a whim. “These used to belong to your mother.”

As Stacy read the list her chin began to tremble. This list covered everything from how she would address Arianna, to how she was expected to dress, to having to shave down below…dear Lord, the back too. Reading further it grew worse and worse. She was expected to keep herself juiced up and hot. And then to ask permission to come….but at the moment she didn’t care if she ever came again.

“Kiss my pussy. I expect you to work yourself up, like mother like daughter.” Arianna said. “I’m not going to make you pleasure me tonight, but I want to wake at 8:00 tomorrow morning to your tongue. You are to come in and sneak under my covers from the bottom of the bed and get to work. I will inspect you afterwards. I expect you smooth and … juicy. Now, kiss me. I’ll tell you when you are done.”

Arianna stood with her legs slightly apart. Kneeling at her feet, Stacy couldn’t help be feel tiny…so small. As she leaned in, she felt terrified. Her body still remembered the feel of her mother’s skilled tongue. She had felt it. Had watched her mother rub herself, keep herself hot, just like the rules said. God, her mother had moaned with lust, wanting release as she had teased herself and tweaked her nipples while she licked. Stacy leaned in and touched her lips to Arianna’s wet nether lips. The curly hair tickling her nose.

“That’s a girl,” Arianna said, her lip turning up in a grin. “Now rub yourself. And I want to feel some tongue little queer.”

Stacy’s poor sex couldn’t bear further attention, but she reached down anyway. She rubbed her aching clit obediently. Stacy stuck out her tongue and pressed it into the the hateful girl’s folds. So gross. Her poor clit couldn’t bear further attention, but she reached down anyway. Steeling herself, she rubbed her aching clit obediently. She gave a groan. How had it snuck out?

“You love it already,” Arianna sneered. “Well you are going to get plenty of it. But enough for tonight. Now it’s time for a short inspection. Thighs apart.”

Stacy moved her knees apart and put her hands on top of her head as instructed. Did her best to hold still while the hateful girl stooped down and reached a hand between her legs. Ran an finger into her opening. Touching Stacy as though she owned her.

“Nice and juicy,” Arianna said. “That’s how I better find you whenever I inspect you. And I will inspect you often. Now get dressed and get out of here. I’ll see you at 8:00 tomorrow morning. Not a minute later.”

It was over. Finally over. Stacy dressed quickly and went to her room to find suitable clothes for tomorrow. Then she had a good cry.

She may have to endure these rules, but she was determined not to be like her mom. The woman had clearly enjoyed her subservient role. Moaning and groaning while she licked with abandon. Begging to be allowed to come. Stacy didn’t care if she ever came again.

But she would change her mind about that fact soon enough. She would learn that lesson the very next morning. Somehow she would manage. It was only college. Her mother had managed. Hadn’t she? She would do whatever was necessary to save her mother from knowing the truth of what had happened tonight.

What Stacy didn’t know was that Arianna had other plans for her mother. She never told her that she had gone down on her own daughter. That remained a secret, just as she promised. But it didn’t stop her from sending a package to Jenny, Margaret’s assistant manager and who also happened to be a fellow Delta. The package contained a few pictures of the sexy older woman kneeling and licking. Stroking her bare sex. Dressed like a little tart. Oh yes, and a copy of the rules.

Margaret’s assistant manager Jenny handed the rules to her one night when the were closing.

Margaret took the crinkled paper with a trembling hand. Dear God, the rules had followed her. Had taken over her new life, just as they had taken over her college years. Even worse, she recognized a new not at the bottom of the rules. PS Maggie loves it up the butt. There was a cute little heart scribbled at the end of it with Arianna’s name inside.

As Jenny watched the older woman look up meekly from beneath her long bangs, she knew she had won. From that moment on, Margaret owned the store, but Jenny owned her.

The point was driven home when Margaret was ordered to strip and then Jenny had bent her over her office desk, took a dildo out of her purse and proceeded to fuck Margaret in the ass with it.

Maggie had pleaded with her. Had told her she didn’t like it no matter what the paper said. God how it had hurt. Had violated her. But, Jenny had only laughed. Spanked her and reminded her of rule number two.

The older woman hunched her hips up and snuck her hand to her crotch. Began to rub. Was aghast when she discovered she had grown wet. Tingly. Worse, as Jenny kept working her ass with the dildo, Maggie had begun to react. Moaning. Meeting every thrust.

“Tell me you like it,” Jenny said. “I know you do. Look at you. Now tell me.”

Burning with humiliation, Margaret admitted that she did like it. Upon further encouragement, with animalistic grunts and groans, further admitted that yes, she did like it up the ass. In fact she loved it. Had begged to be allowed to come, only to be reminded of rule number two.

Afterwards, she had knelt on all fours beneath her desk and orally pleasured her assistant manager. Licked her for over an hour and a half. Had pleaded her case to be allowed to drop some of the rules now that she was older.

“Please Jenny, at least let me stop – wearing – pig tails….” Maggie begged between licks. Her long tongue snaking out and slithering through pink lips, and teasing a swollen clit.

“Wearing what?” Jenny asked.

“Pig – shlurp – shlurp tails shlurp…” Maggie pleaded.

“But you would be so cute with little tails,” Jenny giggled. “I could play with them. I could steer that sweet tongue of your around with them I bet.”

God, the thought was terrifying. How could she face her friends. The other workers in the store. Her husband. Her daughter.

When she left the store later that night, her hair, thank God, her hair wasn’t up in pig tails. But she left the store wearing a new outfit. From now on Jenny was going to dress her off the rack. Now she sported a racy little number that showed off her best attributes. No bra. No panties. Her knees were sore from kneeling. Her ass was also sore, even more so when she sat down.

How would she explain her appearance to her husband or the other two girls who worked during the weekend? She had tried explaining to Jenny. Kneeling down on the floor, licking, sucking, pleasuring, only being allowed to talk every few moments between licks, it was too hard to rationalize why it would be so much better if she were allowed to obey all the other rules save the few regarding her appearance.

Jenny only gave on one rule. The pigtails. But she added another rule in its place. Margaret wasn’t allowed to have sexual intercourse with her husband without permission. How was she going to manage putting off her husband’s needs?

He was surely going to want to have sex with her. Especially dressed as sexy as she was. Such a short skirt. No bra. God, we was going to want her when she walked through the door…unless…unless he was in bed.

However, if he saw her, she was going to have to explain her changes in appearance or he would be suspicious. But perhaps she could find a way to explain the changes.

She could only think of one way. She would have to go down on him. Just like she had gone down on Jenny. She would use her mouth and tongue. She would have to go down on her knees. Unzip his fly. Ask him if her outfit turned him on. Then take his cock in her mouth. She would have to appear eager. As if it were her idea. Maybe to spice up the marriage. It would also explain her changes in her clothing choices, now that Jenny was going to be picking out her clothes.

It then dawned on her that her subjugation would even extend to her normal relationship. How long was her husband going to want a blow job instead of straight sex? Knowing the limited number she had given him, he would probably like them for quite awhile. Dear Lord, she was probably going to have to start swallowing. Twenty years of normalcy. Boring normalcy sure, but now she was going to have to endure one humiliation after another. Only two things seemed to make it go away. The first was knowing her daughter was in college and happy. The other? The same thing that worked so well in college. She reached down between her legs and began to rub.

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