Alexia's Inititation
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Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
8,062
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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Alexia's Inititation
Alexia\'s Initiation
Alexia knew that her initiation into the small \'anti-sorority\' sorority would be taking unknown extremes, both physical and emotional. The small group of girls who made up this exclusive club prided themselves in their closeness; closer than sisters, was their claim. Alexia who was quite shy and somewhat withdrawn drooled at the thought of having a dozen or so close friends, instantly upon induction into the selected off-campus tribe.
First came the phone call. A strong woman\'s voice asked, \"Is this Alexia?\" \"Yes,\" she responded. \"The sisters will come for you tonight at 6 You are to answer the door, wearing a blindfold. There will be three slow knocks. Do you understand?\" Alexia responded affirmatively then she busied herself, anticipating the 3 knocks that would change her life.
Then there was the package. An hour later, there was a single knock at her apartment door. She opened it to find a box which upon opening, she found a large black kerchief of soft leather. \"Blindfold\" was written in pen on an index card next to the scarf. A little before 6 o\'clock, she blindfolded herself thoroughly and positioned herself right in front of the door and waited.
Then there were the knocks. Three of them. Alexia turned the knob and let her initiators in. She heard them enter and then she heard the door close behind them. She heard a thunk, like something heavy was being dropped to the floor. She tried to guess how many had come for her and she guessed maybe 2 or 3. Her roommate, Paula, had gone home for the weekend. She was alone and at their mercy.
A female voice drawled, \"Remove your clothing! NOW!\" And Alexia slipped out of her black sleeveless sheath dress and let it fall to the floor. She was small breasted and wore no bra. Her white thong panties went next, cascading to the floor. Shy as she was, she thought to herself, \"These are my new sisters; my comrades,\" and she took comfort in the blackness of the blindfold. The pressure of the leather against her eyes felt reassuring. She willingly put herself into the hands of her captors.
Her hands were tied with rope behind her back and she was laid on top of a scratchy rug. Perhaps this was the thunk she had heard. Quickly she was rolled up in the rug and the sounds of duct tape encircling the carpet told her that this was how they intended to carry her out in public. For the first time, she heard a man\'s voice, and she blushed feverishly. This wasn\'t suppose to be part of the plan, she thought. But what she didn\'t know was there were two guys and two girls who had come to her door and watched her strip and it was the guys who threw her carpeted body over their shoulders and carried her out into the evening dusk, past neighbors and strangers into the parked van where she was placed into the back.
A short ride and she was again thrown over the shoulders of her kidnappers and taken into a building where the rug was unrolled and someone helped her to stand. She was led down quite a few stairs to a warm carpeted place with a musty smell. \"Welcome to the dungeon, Alexia,\" she was greeted. \"You will be spending the night here as our guest where you will be tested for SorOriola quality. We anticipate you passing with flying colors and we expect you to become one of us by morning! Are you prepared?\" \"Yes,\" she muttered, not very reassuredly.
\"Fine! Take her to the examining table.\" Alexia was led to a coffee table where she was momentarily uncuffed and laid out on her back. Her arms were tightly tied overhead and down off the end of the table. She was totally naked, legs spread wide, and bent at the knees, down at the sides of the table where her ankles were tied tightly to the legs of the table. Straps were buckled over her body at the belly and fastened underneath the table. She could not even lift her body. It was too late now to go backwards. She muttered cries of helpless dismay that did not go unnoticed by her sisters.
\"Go ahead and moan, sob, scream and cry, Alexia. No one will hear you anyway. There are no neighbors nearby! Besides you are in a basement room, deep underground. No one can hear you.\" Alexia felt so exposed and open. Her fear was clamoring loudly in her head. The arousal she felt in her loins surprised her. Alexia, though not a virgin, had very little sexual experience other than a high school experience with a long-term boyfriend.
\"Before we start, you will be cleansed. This is also the first of your tests. It is a test of Endurance.\" Alexia felt the stab of bristles as toothbrushes drenched and softened in baby oil scrubbed her nipples, exciting her and tickling her, all the while causing almost unbearable, prickling pain in her most sensitive of areas. Here she was, splayed to a coffee table, naked, in front of a bunch of girls (and guys!) who were going to decide her fate for the entire night. \"Please, no, she begged them, stop, stop!\" Her pleadings were noticed but the were unheeded. The two sisters who were assigned the task of torturing her nipples were deep into their assignment. When the cleansing was completed, Alexia was inspected. Probing fingers were all over her breasts, tweaking her, pinching her, pulling and pumping her nipples until she thought she would either die or cum. Next she felt the piecing pinch as clothespins were attached to her fat oiled nipples. One of the pins slipped off because of the oil and she screamed out in agony. It was reattached and given a good pull to make sure it would adhere for the duration of her initiation.
She felt herself being opened up as a hand made its way between her legs and separated her vaginal lips exposing her to everyone\'s eyes but her own. She felt the delicate touch of a finger, gently stroking her clit, and she wanted to raise her hips up to meet the touch, but the strap around her belly prohibited any movement. \"Not so fast, Alexia,\" she was told. \"Time enough for the pleasures that you will reap.\"
It was explained to Alexia, that for the 36 minutes, she would be at the mercy of each of her captors, who would one at a time have unlimited access to do anything they wanted to do to her, for 3 minutes each, in total privacy from the eyes of the others. She was told there were no limitations set because for 3 minutes it was expected that she could endure anything. She would never know which one of her sisters bestowed which agony or ecstasy upon her. No one would know. This was the test of Trust. They left the room as a group and set a timer outside the door and one at a time, they entered and used Alexia\'s body as they saw fit. For 36 minutes, Alexia experienced cruel meanness as well as subtle and delicate touches. One sister removed a nipple clamp and used it to pinched her nostrils together and covered her mouth with her hand, all the while pulling the remaining pin on her nipple, stretching it upward bringing Alexia close to what she thought was her demise. Another kindly removed both the clips and soothed her aching nipples with a gentle and penetrating finger massage, while yet another tickled her armpits. Twelve girls all with twelve different passions, all wanting to get the most out of their 3 minutes before the timer signaled that it was someone else\'s turn. All of it done anonymously.
At the end of this test, Alexis was exhausted. What more could they do to her, she wondered. Her aching body was washed down with a warm rag and she was given a drink of water from a straw. Next, one of her initiators donned a spiked glove, a cloth glove with little metal cleats on it and began rubbing it up Alexia\'s abdomen, causing sparks of pain wherever she stroked. She circled Alexia\'s oiled nipples, and ran the gloved hand over her open armpit and down her sides and up her thigh. The anticipation was building inside her, where would she rake her spiked hand next. Her question was answered almost immediately as she heard a voice tell her that her next test was that of Pain. She felt the presence of a person on either side of her as her nether lips were held open, each by a separate hand and the cleated finger ran itself over her clit, at first teasing her then scraping her. The combination of arousal and sheer pain was too much for her and she screamed out inaudible words. They took her to the the beginnings of an orgasm and then distracted her from cuming by replacing the clothespins on her nipples. Alexia was delirious with the pain and with the anticipation.
Just when she reached the point where she was about to pass out from exhaustion, the test ceased. They gave her a few moments to rest up and then she was told that her next test would be the test of Pleasure. \"You have done well, Alexia, so far and your reward is that of Pleasure. She felt the insertion of a dildo into her opening and while someone pumped her, another set of hands soothed her aching clit with oil while other pairs of hands encircled her nipples, all of them working and stroking her to a violent orgasm. What they did not know was that it was her first orgasm. Alexia shook for minutes afterwards, covered with sweat, her arms aching from the tight position they had strapped her in.
\"One last test, Alexia,\" she was told. Your last test is the test of Humiliation. Again they washed her body down with a warm rag. And again she was given a cold drink to sip through a straw. She again felt her lips being pulled in separate directions and then she felt the icy cold spray of ice water being sprayed inside of her, the cold jets of water stimulating her urethra, causing her to lose control of her bladder. She felt totally humiliated before her new friends and captors. They soon thereafter untied her from her strenuous, stretched out position atop of the coffee table and rubbed her extremities and helped her to stand. Once they got the blood flowing back into her arms and legs, she heard the command, \"Get down on all fours, Alexia!\" Quickly she obeyed. \"Now crawl and bark, Alexia,\" she was ordered. Then she felt a collar being attached to her neck with a leash and she was lead, blindfolded, around the room on all fours. \"Now stay!\" she was ordered. \"You probably noticed that two of your kidnappers were guys,\" she was told. \"You will never know their identity. They are hear for your pleasure and in return for their part in your initiation, you will bring them pleasure.\" One of the men kneeled in front of her and inserted his erect cock into her mouth while the other man greased up Alexia\'s ass with Crisco and inserted his erect penis, both men pumping her until they both came and she fell onto her stomach in exhaustion.
\"Congratulations, Alexia, you have been accepted as a SorOriola. Your rewards will be many over the next few years, but your immediate reward begins tomorrow night. You are invited to be one of the initiators to a Freshman inductee. You will have your own 3 minutes with her in total anonymity!\"
Alexia knew that her initiation into the small \'anti-sorority\' sorority would be taking unknown extremes, both physical and emotional. The small group of girls who made up this exclusive club prided themselves in their closeness; closer than sisters, was their claim. Alexia who was quite shy and somewhat withdrawn drooled at the thought of having a dozen or so close friends, instantly upon induction into the selected off-campus tribe.
First came the phone call. A strong woman\'s voice asked, \"Is this Alexia?\" \"Yes,\" she responded. \"The sisters will come for you tonight at 6 You are to answer the door, wearing a blindfold. There will be three slow knocks. Do you understand?\" Alexia responded affirmatively then she busied herself, anticipating the 3 knocks that would change her life.
Then there was the package. An hour later, there was a single knock at her apartment door. She opened it to find a box which upon opening, she found a large black kerchief of soft leather. \"Blindfold\" was written in pen on an index card next to the scarf. A little before 6 o\'clock, she blindfolded herself thoroughly and positioned herself right in front of the door and waited.
Then there were the knocks. Three of them. Alexia turned the knob and let her initiators in. She heard them enter and then she heard the door close behind them. She heard a thunk, like something heavy was being dropped to the floor. She tried to guess how many had come for her and she guessed maybe 2 or 3. Her roommate, Paula, had gone home for the weekend. She was alone and at their mercy.
A female voice drawled, \"Remove your clothing! NOW!\" And Alexia slipped out of her black sleeveless sheath dress and let it fall to the floor. She was small breasted and wore no bra. Her white thong panties went next, cascading to the floor. Shy as she was, she thought to herself, \"These are my new sisters; my comrades,\" and she took comfort in the blackness of the blindfold. The pressure of the leather against her eyes felt reassuring. She willingly put herself into the hands of her captors.
Her hands were tied with rope behind her back and she was laid on top of a scratchy rug. Perhaps this was the thunk she had heard. Quickly she was rolled up in the rug and the sounds of duct tape encircling the carpet told her that this was how they intended to carry her out in public. For the first time, she heard a man\'s voice, and she blushed feverishly. This wasn\'t suppose to be part of the plan, she thought. But what she didn\'t know was there were two guys and two girls who had come to her door and watched her strip and it was the guys who threw her carpeted body over their shoulders and carried her out into the evening dusk, past neighbors and strangers into the parked van where she was placed into the back.
A short ride and she was again thrown over the shoulders of her kidnappers and taken into a building where the rug was unrolled and someone helped her to stand. She was led down quite a few stairs to a warm carpeted place with a musty smell. \"Welcome to the dungeon, Alexia,\" she was greeted. \"You will be spending the night here as our guest where you will be tested for SorOriola quality. We anticipate you passing with flying colors and we expect you to become one of us by morning! Are you prepared?\" \"Yes,\" she muttered, not very reassuredly.
\"Fine! Take her to the examining table.\" Alexia was led to a coffee table where she was momentarily uncuffed and laid out on her back. Her arms were tightly tied overhead and down off the end of the table. She was totally naked, legs spread wide, and bent at the knees, down at the sides of the table where her ankles were tied tightly to the legs of the table. Straps were buckled over her body at the belly and fastened underneath the table. She could not even lift her body. It was too late now to go backwards. She muttered cries of helpless dismay that did not go unnoticed by her sisters.
\"Go ahead and moan, sob, scream and cry, Alexia. No one will hear you anyway. There are no neighbors nearby! Besides you are in a basement room, deep underground. No one can hear you.\" Alexia felt so exposed and open. Her fear was clamoring loudly in her head. The arousal she felt in her loins surprised her. Alexia, though not a virgin, had very little sexual experience other than a high school experience with a long-term boyfriend.
\"Before we start, you will be cleansed. This is also the first of your tests. It is a test of Endurance.\" Alexia felt the stab of bristles as toothbrushes drenched and softened in baby oil scrubbed her nipples, exciting her and tickling her, all the while causing almost unbearable, prickling pain in her most sensitive of areas. Here she was, splayed to a coffee table, naked, in front of a bunch of girls (and guys!) who were going to decide her fate for the entire night. \"Please, no, she begged them, stop, stop!\" Her pleadings were noticed but the were unheeded. The two sisters who were assigned the task of torturing her nipples were deep into their assignment. When the cleansing was completed, Alexia was inspected. Probing fingers were all over her breasts, tweaking her, pinching her, pulling and pumping her nipples until she thought she would either die or cum. Next she felt the piecing pinch as clothespins were attached to her fat oiled nipples. One of the pins slipped off because of the oil and she screamed out in agony. It was reattached and given a good pull to make sure it would adhere for the duration of her initiation.
She felt herself being opened up as a hand made its way between her legs and separated her vaginal lips exposing her to everyone\'s eyes but her own. She felt the delicate touch of a finger, gently stroking her clit, and she wanted to raise her hips up to meet the touch, but the strap around her belly prohibited any movement. \"Not so fast, Alexia,\" she was told. \"Time enough for the pleasures that you will reap.\"
It was explained to Alexia, that for the 36 minutes, she would be at the mercy of each of her captors, who would one at a time have unlimited access to do anything they wanted to do to her, for 3 minutes each, in total privacy from the eyes of the others. She was told there were no limitations set because for 3 minutes it was expected that she could endure anything. She would never know which one of her sisters bestowed which agony or ecstasy upon her. No one would know. This was the test of Trust. They left the room as a group and set a timer outside the door and one at a time, they entered and used Alexia\'s body as they saw fit. For 36 minutes, Alexia experienced cruel meanness as well as subtle and delicate touches. One sister removed a nipple clamp and used it to pinched her nostrils together and covered her mouth with her hand, all the while pulling the remaining pin on her nipple, stretching it upward bringing Alexia close to what she thought was her demise. Another kindly removed both the clips and soothed her aching nipples with a gentle and penetrating finger massage, while yet another tickled her armpits. Twelve girls all with twelve different passions, all wanting to get the most out of their 3 minutes before the timer signaled that it was someone else\'s turn. All of it done anonymously.
At the end of this test, Alexis was exhausted. What more could they do to her, she wondered. Her aching body was washed down with a warm rag and she was given a drink of water from a straw. Next, one of her initiators donned a spiked glove, a cloth glove with little metal cleats on it and began rubbing it up Alexia\'s abdomen, causing sparks of pain wherever she stroked. She circled Alexia\'s oiled nipples, and ran the gloved hand over her open armpit and down her sides and up her thigh. The anticipation was building inside her, where would she rake her spiked hand next. Her question was answered almost immediately as she heard a voice tell her that her next test was that of Pain. She felt the presence of a person on either side of her as her nether lips were held open, each by a separate hand and the cleated finger ran itself over her clit, at first teasing her then scraping her. The combination of arousal and sheer pain was too much for her and she screamed out inaudible words. They took her to the the beginnings of an orgasm and then distracted her from cuming by replacing the clothespins on her nipples. Alexia was delirious with the pain and with the anticipation.
Just when she reached the point where she was about to pass out from exhaustion, the test ceased. They gave her a few moments to rest up and then she was told that her next test would be the test of Pleasure. \"You have done well, Alexia, so far and your reward is that of Pleasure. She felt the insertion of a dildo into her opening and while someone pumped her, another set of hands soothed her aching clit with oil while other pairs of hands encircled her nipples, all of them working and stroking her to a violent orgasm. What they did not know was that it was her first orgasm. Alexia shook for minutes afterwards, covered with sweat, her arms aching from the tight position they had strapped her in.
\"One last test, Alexia,\" she was told. Your last test is the test of Humiliation. Again they washed her body down with a warm rag. And again she was given a cold drink to sip through a straw. She again felt her lips being pulled in separate directions and then she felt the icy cold spray of ice water being sprayed inside of her, the cold jets of water stimulating her urethra, causing her to lose control of her bladder. She felt totally humiliated before her new friends and captors. They soon thereafter untied her from her strenuous, stretched out position atop of the coffee table and rubbed her extremities and helped her to stand. Once they got the blood flowing back into her arms and legs, she heard the command, \"Get down on all fours, Alexia!\" Quickly she obeyed. \"Now crawl and bark, Alexia,\" she was ordered. Then she felt a collar being attached to her neck with a leash and she was lead, blindfolded, around the room on all fours. \"Now stay!\" she was ordered. \"You probably noticed that two of your kidnappers were guys,\" she was told. \"You will never know their identity. They are hear for your pleasure and in return for their part in your initiation, you will bring them pleasure.\" One of the men kneeled in front of her and inserted his erect cock into her mouth while the other man greased up Alexia\'s ass with Crisco and inserted his erect penis, both men pumping her until they both came and she fell onto her stomach in exhaustion.
\"Congratulations, Alexia, you have been accepted as a SorOriola. Your rewards will be many over the next few years, but your immediate reward begins tomorrow night. You are invited to be one of the initiators to a Freshman inductee. You will have your own 3 minutes with her in total anonymity!\"