The Bondage Charity Ball

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  1. Trystl Bondage Heroine [__________] The Bondage Heroine

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    As Charity approached the front doors of the tri-beta sorority house, she was intrigued to recognize two of her pledge sisters acting as greeters on either side of the sorority house’s double-wide entrance doors.

    Oh my god, she thought, what if I’d been selected for that duty?

    She tried not to look too closely at the poor girl’s naked bodies, but it was difficult. Like so many of the other things she’d experienced lately, she found their predicament incredibly exciting and yet frightening all at the same time.

    Except for the plethora of black leather straps the girls didn’t seem to be wearing anything but a pair of very high heels and a black bra, which also appeared to be made of black leather. Or maybe it was some sort of rubber material; it was a bit thinner (and shinier) than the leather straps. In any event, Charity couldn’t decide if the girls were sitting or standing, for they were both straddling a curious piece of metalwork. It began with a pole, resting on a metal base which was bolted to the concrete patio on either side of the front door. At the top, the metal pole supported a thin metal crescent. Each girl was wedged into the half-moon strip of metal that passed between her legs and covered her private parts by hugging the crack of their ass and the lower part of her belly. The metal pole was stout enough to support their weight.

    When she was helping to set up for the party, Charity had been asked to carry down one of these metal stands from a storage closet in the attic. At the time, she'd wondered what they were for. She never would have imagined their real purpose, but she had been especially curious about the small (closely spaced) holes in the curved piece of flat metal that now supported the girls’ weight. Seeing the chords that obviously dangled from those holes and were wrapped around the poles before meandering off towards an electrical outlet, Charity had little doubt what the holes were being used for. During a quiet lull in the ambient sounds, she could even hear a soft buzzing from the probes that no doubt were stuffed inside the girls’ orifices.

    As if riding those crescent moons wasn’t bad enough, the girl’s legs were tightly pinned to the short metal post with a bevy of black straps around their ankles, knees and thighs. They literally couldn’t move from their spot. Even in their high heels, the girl’s had to point their toes in order for the tips of their shoes to touch the ground. Their arms were tightly secured behind their backs with more leather straps that formed stylish looking chest harnesses. On the front, hanging just under the girls’ breasts, the harnesses had built-in trays that held stacks of raffle tickets.

    “Welcome ladies, to the Indy 500 Bondage Ball!”

    Charity almost jumped. She’d been so completely focused on watching the girl’s squirming at their posts that she hadn’t seen the boy stepping forward to greet her and her escort Jenny. He glanced quickly at the girl's on the posts to indicate that he'd noticed where Charity had been staring and he winked at her.

    “You may want to join the fun later by buying your raffle ticket now,” he said with a suggestive smile. “We have a large selection of toys to chose from, including sterile strap-ons, in case you forgot to bring your own. Only a hundred bucks to secure your position on the roulette wheel and all the money goes to charity.”

    Charity began to reach for a ticket but Jenny, her companion and mentor for the night, was quicker. “That’s not for you, girlfriend.” She slapped Charity’s hand away then leered at her with a lascivious grin. “I, on the other hand, will pluck myself up one or two.”

    Feeling a little chagrined, Charity watched Jenny digging in her purse. She didn't understand why Jenny had forbidden her to buy a ticket. Maybe it had something to do with her being a pledge, like those girls sitting on the posts beside the door. But part of the reason she’d wanted to become a Tri-beta so bad was because she was sick and tired of being a wallflower. She wanted to have a little fun for a change; whatever the raffle was for, Charity wanted in.

    As they walked into the ball room, Charity plucked up her courage and asked, “Why didn’t you want me to buy a raffle ticket?”

    “Girl, I’m afraid you can’t bid on the ball,” Jenny said with a chuckle. “You see, baby, you are the ball. At least you’re the one who’s going to get balled tonight. Remember, sweetie? I explained all this to you when you asked if you could put your name in the running to be the Queen of the Ball.”



    2

    …Charity did remember.

    She was one of a half-dozen or so new pledges at her sorority; and as a legacy to her cousin Renee, Charity felt pretty good about her chances of getting in. She didn’t actually know Renee all that well. They lived most of their lives on opposite sides of the country, only seeing each other at the occasional family reunion. But she remembered reading a letter where someone had mention that Renee was in the tri-beta sorority at Fuller College, so Charity had enrolled there, hoping she could look her cousin up and increase her chances.

    She’d looked up the group on the internet; and according to the website she'd found, the tri-betas were an honor society for undergraduate students, dedicated to understanding and appreciating nature and biological systems. Charity was a little disappointed by that somewhat tepid description. Not that naturalist couldn’t throw wild parties, if they wanted to; but the group sounded a bit too much like the typical nerdy organizations she’d belonged to all through her High School years. And those groups hadn’t been wild at all.

    She was sick and tired of being quiet and proper. She'd always been the mousy little prude who never got the lead in the school play; the wallflower who stood on the sidelines at the school dance while other girls (the ones who were known to put out) got to dance with all the cute boys. Not that she hadn’t gotten asked to dance occasionally. She wasn’t entirely unattractive, despite being teased with the nickname ‘Bean Pole’ through most of grade school. Now the other kids had caught up to her in height, but she was still skinny and the boys who asked her to dance were generally just as nerdy as she was. They were so clumsy and inexperienced; they didn’t have the courage to try for more than a kiss or (if she was lucky) a quick squeeze of her boob. When she pushed their hands away, they didn’t keep trying. Not forcefully and insistent, the way she wanted them to. They didn't really wanted her, they just wanted to experience a quick handful of boob—any boob.

    Still, with her cousin already being a sorority sister, Charity figured her chances were pretty good; and being a member of a dull sorority was better than not being in any sorority. Besides, it might be good to have someone she knew to hang out with and show her the ropes. The few times they’d talked at the reunions, they’d always gotten along pretty well.

    So Charity sent Renee an Instant message asking what she should do to join the tri-betas.

    Renee surprised her by writing, “I’m not sure that’s a good idea. How much do you actually know about the tri-betas?”

    So Charity had regurgitated the information she’d read on the website and assured Renee that she wanted to be part of a group like that.

    “I don’t tell many people this,” Renee wrote back, “But my sorority isn’t really connected to that particular honor society. We’re more about having a good time and… experiencing life’s possibilities.”

    “Really,” Charity wrote back full of excitement. “That’s exactly what I was hoping for. I’m tired of being a wall flower.”

    “Are you sure?” Renee asked. “Some of these guys are not just wild. They’re really out there. We’re definitely not your typical vanilla sorority, if you know what I mean?”

    Charity didn’t really know what ‘vanilla’ meant, but she could guess. She’d heard about some of the wild sororities that liked to party and have lots of sex; and that was exactly what she was looking for. A radical change in life-style—and hopefully social status.

    “I’m tired of vanilla!” she wrote back.

    “Well,” Renee replied, “If you’re really sure, why don’t you come out to the campus a few weeks early. I’ll tell you more about the tri-beta sorority and if you’re still interested I’ll give you a makeover and we’ll see what happens. I make no promises, mind you. We only let a certain type of person join our sorority and the choice isn’t entirely mine. You’re cute enough though. I think maybe I can turn you into tri-beta material, if you give me a few weeks.”

    So Charity booked an early flight.

    Renee took her back to the sorority house (which was mostly empty since school wasn’t in session yet) and gave her the tour, introducing her briefly to the few girls who were hanging around between the school years. Then Renee led Charity up to her bedroom, told her to sit on the bed and started setting up a video camera on a tripod.

    “What’s this all about,” Charity asked, eying the tripod curiously.

    “Think of it as a rehearsal for your audition tape,” Renee said with a mysterious smile. “Eventually, you’ll have to make one for real. But knowing the kinds of questions they’ll be asking you should help. So, are you ready to start?”

    Charity nodded.

    “What’s your name?”

    “Charity Roberts.”

    “Why do you want to be a tri-beta?”

    “I want to have fun while I’m at college.”

    “What’s your favorite drink?”

    “I don’t know.”

    Renee shook her head. “That answer’s not going to work,” she said, “You want to sound like you’ve tried almost everything and you definitely know what you like. But don’t worry, this is just a rehearsal. We can figure out what you like to drink once we’ve gone out drinking a few times. You should have a chance to experiment a little anyway, before you commit.”

    Charity nodded, but she still felt a little embarrassed having flubbed the answer so badly. She should have made something up. Who doesn’t know what they like to drink? Only a looser that’s never actually had a drink, that’s who.

    “Alright,” Renee said, “let’s try some harder ones. What’s your favorite position?”

    “My what?”

    “Your favorite position. You know, what type of sex do you like best?”

    “Oh!” Charity said, feeling stupid again. She should make something up, she thought, but she didn't even know enough to do that convincingly. Who knew there was more than one way to have sex? That certainly wasn't anything her mother had discussed during her talk about the birds and the bees. And by some odd coincidence, she'd never been forced to take the dreaded sexual education class, because she'd transferred schools at just the right time. She always thought herself fortunate, to miss that class, until now.

    “You’re not a virgin are you?” Renee asked in alarm.

    Charity shook her head, although denying virgin status might have been a bit of a stretch. What she’d done wasn’t exactly sex; it was more like heavy petting.

    “So how many times have you had sex?”

    “Twice,” she said, exaggerating once again.

    “Let me guess, it was straight vanilla both times?”

    “Is that bad?”

    “No, not necessarily. A lot of girl’s prefer straight sex. Once again, like with the drinks, it’s not so much what you say as it is how you say it. For instance, if you want people to think you’re a no-nonsense kind of girl you might say you like beer. On the other hand, if you think one of the girls questioning you is cute you might give her a wink and say that you just love Screaming Orgasms.”

    “Is that a drink?”

    “Yes, but it's also a message. It suggest that you’re comfortable with your own sexuality and—with the wink—would suggest that you're open to sexual advances from the other girls.”

    “And here I thought the question was about which drink I liked.”

    “Well, it is that too. Don’t pick something you don’t like, cause you’ll probably be drinking a lot of it. But if you like more than one drink, choose the one that expresses the attitude you want people to associate with you.”

    “Got it.” Charity said with a nod.

    “Okay, next question. How many times do you expect to have been fucked by this time next year?”

    “Jesus! Are these really the kinds of questions I’m likely to be asked?”

    Renee shrugged. “It depends on who’s asking. It won’t be me, and some of the girls may want to see if they can rattle your cage. They want to know what you’re made of and see if they can knock you out of the running. The competition for a few spots can be pretty fierce, and we all have our favorites. It’s best to be ready for just about anything. So? How many times? ”

    “I don’t know,” Charity said with a shrug. “Lots of times, I guess?”

    “Loose the ‘I don’t know’. You want to sound confident and assertive; like you know what you want and how to get it. And try to find a wittier way to say ‘a lot’. You want them to know you want to have fun, but they also need to know you can express that in a discreet way. That’s how we stay under the radar, if you know what I mean?”

    “Right,” Charity said, taking mental notes. She hadn’t realized being popular was so complicated.

    “Next question. Do you think you would enjoy being fucked by a girl?”

    “I’m not sure what that means?”

    “I’d be happy to show you, if you want,” Renee said with a smile. She walked over to her dresser, pulled something out of a draw and tossed it on the bed. For a moment Charity couldn’t figure out what it was, then she couldn’t help licking her lips nervously as the purpose of the black leather straps with the long piece of red plastic dawned on her.

    “Would you like to be fucked by this?” Renee asked.

    Charity swallowed hard. “I’m not sure it would fit,” she said, still unable to take her eyes off the shiny red phallus. “Something that big might…” She couldn’t finish.

    “Trust me,” Renee said. “I know how to be gentle; it will fit if you want it to. It may hurt a little at first, but before I’m done, I can pretty well guarantee that you’ll begin to like it. The question is whether you’re willing to give it a try?”

    “I am,” Charity whispered, still not looking up from the dildo and harness.

    “Say it like you mean it?”

    “I want to give it a try.”

    “Don’t mince words! Spell it out. Tell me what you want?”

    “I want you to… fuck me.”

    “Good,” Renee said as she tossed a large paper bag onto the bed. “If you’re really sure that’s what you want, then remove your clothes and put on the things in the bag.”

    Without looking in the bag first, Charity began to unbutton her blouse. It didn’t bother her to strip bare for the camera, because she knew her role and how to do it. She didn’t feel uncomfortable in front of people. Stage fright had never been her Achilles heel, as long as she knew her lines. What made her nervous was when she didn’t know what to do or say. She feared looking foolish and uncertain. As long as her role was clearly defined, it didn’t bother her to have people looking at her. In fact, she relished being on stage—or, in this case, in front of the camera. At last this time she was the star instead of a bit actor

    She dropped her clothes on the floor and looked in the bag. It contained two padlocks, a large metal ring-gag and three pairs of cuffs in two basic designs. Two of the cuffs were your basic police style metal cuffs, except that one cuff on each pair was covered with thick fluffy padding. The third pair of cuffs were padded leather; with a long black strap connecting them.

    “Put the gag on first,” Renee said.

    Charity hadn’t realized that the metal ring was a gag, but it wasn’t hard to deduce which object Renee was talking about or how to put the thing on. So she slipped the ring between her teeth and buckled the straps behind her neck.

    “Put the leather cuffs on your ankles,” Renee said.

    Charity obeyed, using one of the small padlocks to secure each side.

    “The connecting leather strap goes across your lap,” Renee said, “so sit your ass down and pull your feet up beside your thighs.”

    Charity was glad she was so skinny. If her hips were any wider she doubted she’d be able to buckle the straps without help. The leather cut tightly across her legs, just a few inches below her crotch. This puzzled Charity. She couldn’t help wondering how her cousin was going to get the red plastic thing inside her with the access to her pussy blocked like this.

    “Now,” Renee said, “Put the padded end of a cuff around one of your wrists… Good. Now snap the non-padded metal part of the cuff around the nearest bedpost… Good. Now, if you can, do the same thing on the other side.”

    It was slightly difficult to attach the cuff with the same hand she was putting it on, but with a little clever maneuvering she finally managed to click the second cuff in place.

    “Very good,” Renee said, “you’re very dexterous.”

    She moved the video camera in closer; adjusting the image in the frame a little more to her liking. From the distance and angle Charity guessed that her whole body must fill the frame—or possibly just half of her body. She was sitting on her heels—or more accurately beside them, since the leather strap across her lap kept her ankles pulled up along side her legs. The cuffs on her wrists forced her to lean forward, arms spread wide, palms resting on the horizontal cross-beam that supported the headboard’s thin metal balustrades. She felt intensely awkward and vulnerable posed like this. The camera’s ready light was blinking so close to her face and she couldn’t stop thinking about that large piece of red plastic that was still lying on the bed.

    “You look very sweet like this,” Renee said as she climbed onto the bed behind Charity and grabbed her by the upper legs. She pulled back on her legs, sliding then across the sheets until she was resting on her knees with her hips slightly in front of her center of gravity. “But this is much better.”

    “Oh my God,” Charity said with nervous excitement, but with the ring gag made her words came out slurred and jumbled and even she couldn’t understand them.

    Renee pressed her legs against Charity as she reached around to dip a long delicate finger deep inside her pussy, rubbing her clit gently as she slid her digit in and out a few times.

    “Tri-beta means three B's,” Renee said. “Want to know what those B's stand for?”

    Charity really didn’t; she wanted to get fucked. This wasn’t at all what she’d imagined but being trussed up like this, while her cousin savaged her helpless body was already making her incredibly hot. She could feel her juices starting to dribble down her leg. Renee expected a certain response, however, so she nodded enthusiastically, hoping her cousin would take the clue and make her answer quick.

    “The three B's stand for bondage, beatings and balling!”

    Charity’s eyes widened in alarm, but now her sex pulsed even harder in anticipation and she couldn’t help grinding her hips forward to press more firmly against Renee’s probing fingers—three of them at a time now.

    “Still want to go on?”

    When Charity nodded enthusiastically, Renee reached around with her other hand and tweaked one of Charity’s nipples. “We’re going to have to do something about these,” she said, pinching them none-to-gently between her nails and giving a soft tug.

    “Let me see what I’ve got?” Renee said, hoping off the bed and going to the closet. A moment later she returned with a pair of nipple clamps. “These should do the trick,” Renee said holding them up for Charity to see. “Nod your head if you want me to go on.”

    Charity wasn’t sure she liked the B that stood for beating; this was already so intense.

    “I can stop?” Renee said.

    “No,” Charity said, shaking her head almost desperately. She wasn’t sure she wanted to go on, but she definitely knew she didn’t want to stop.

    Renee smiled knowingly as she placed the clamps on Charity’s nipples then began adding weights. Charity groaned and endured it for a few moments until the screaming pain dulled to a low roar.

    Then Renee was pulling her legs back even further, and it was becoming very difficult to keep her body angled at the waist, instead of falling forward, so that all of her weight was hanging from her arms. Her shoulders and back muscles protested the new position and her belly sagged just a little lower than it had before as she tried to find a new equilibrium.

    “You’re actually kind of pretty, in a skinny, Kate Moss, kind of way,” Renee said, tracing long fingernails over Charity's ticklish sides and under her arms. She trembled under that experienced touch. Her nipples ached; her pussy throbbed almost painfully. Then her cousin was tightening the leg strap. “I don’t want your feet getting in the way of the whip,” Renee explained as she yanked the buckle a few notches tighter.

    Whip? Charity thought. She looked around and saw that Renee was indeed holding a menacing looking whip.

    “Bondage, beating and balling… in that order,” her cousin said with a mischievous smile. “Last chance to back out. After this, you’re in for the long haul, understand.”
    Charity looked nervously at the whip, but she nodded reluctantly. There was no way she was backing out now—not when her body was screaming for an orgasm.

    “So nod and say ‘yes’ if you want me to proceed.”

    “Yeth!”

    “Very good,” Renee said, with a smile. “I think you’ll make a fine tri-beta.”

    Reaching around her waist, Renee looped a rope around Charity’s stomach, then pulled the loose ends between her legs, creating a crotch rope that pinched her pussy lips together as Renee pulled the twin strands tight and tied them to the headboard.

    “You’re doing really great,” Renee said as she gently bounced the nipple weights and kissed Charity on the forehead. Then she turned her cousin’s face full to the camera. “Don’t forget to smile for everyone,” she said. “Your sisters will want to see how you react to this second phase.”

    “Deya secunt hathz?”

    “Ah,” Renee said. “First comes the bondage, which we’ve just completed; then comes the beating.” She slapped her hand against Charity’s rear with a satisfyingly loud smack that made her cousin flinch. The weights on Charity's nipples bounced causing the pain to flare up again as she ground the already tight ropes even deeper into her crotch. Suddenly, with a sickening, burning sensation, the loops around her waist cinched a little tighter. “Only when your ass is bright red will you be properly fucked.”

    Renee struck again and this time Charity managed not to react quite so dramatically.

    As if in retaliation, the next blow was even harder. The blow that followed was with the whip, and it targeted the wide open space between her legs.

    “Hwuck,” Charity groaned as the places where the individual strands of the whip had struck slowly stopped their burning and she could again feel the duller ache in her nipples. She ground her hips into the ropes, and realized that it was slick with her juices. Just then the whip seemed to bit into her skin again, even harder. This time she couldn’t help a little scream as the pain seemed to collide with her building ecstacy. A cry of agony was torn from her throat and for some reason that vocalization was far more embarrassing than anything else she’d suffered so far.

    The whip struck again and again, seemingly harder each time; and as the stinging pain grew in intensity it became harder to hold in her cries; Harder to keep the nipple clamps from bouncing when her body jumped or from grinding her crotch against the ropes.

    Then suddenly, without warning, one of the nipple clamps flared even more intensely than before. At first Charity didn’t have any idea why until the weighted clamp dropped from her nipple and the pain began to subside.

    “Oh dear,” Renee said, “I guess it’s time to take off the kid gloves if we want these little puppies to stay on those fat little nubs of yours.”

    Charity’s eyes widened as she watched Renee remove the black plastic nubs from the alligator teeth. When she put the clamp back on, she gave the adjustment bolt a bit of a turn so the teeth bit even deeper; crushing her already bruised flesh. When both clamps had been readjusted, Renee picked up the dildo harness and began strapping it around her waist.

    Finally, Charity thought.

    She couldn't help moving her crotch against the ropes; making her tender flesh burn.

    Something cold and viscous dripped over her anus a moment before the hard plastic pressed against her sphincter.

    “Ah nawgh, Naut dere,” Charity begged, trying to move away. But between the crotch rope and Renee’s hands on her hips there was nowhere to go. She could feel the shaft pressing hard; her sphincter began to give and she could feel the shaft slowly spreading her open. It was a little painful despite the lubrication, but once her muscles gave way it slid in quickly. The oil made its smooth surface slick, but she could still feel the shaft sliding in and then gripping as Renee pulled back out. Despite the continued tightness, there was no more pain. The dildo rubbing against her insides still felt strange and not entirely pleasant. Renee pushed as deep as she could; then pulled out and pushed in again, a bit faster this time. Slowly her rhythm gained speed. The rubbing sensation became more intense—at once mildly uncomfortable and yet increasingly erotic at the same time.

    It was almost as if the dildo was rubbing against her clit from the inside. The pain from her nipples intensified all her feelings. The painful pleasure radiated out from her crotch, moving upward along two lines that led directly to her breasts. Her hips were rocking back and forth in time with Renee’s pumping; the ropes tugging at her pubic mound more fiercely with each thrust. After a while, little waves of sexual song were vibrating through her whole body.

    When Renee reached around and fingered her clit, Charity's climax exploded with a symphony of sensation that echoed all the way to her extremities.





    3

    Charity slept well that night.

    Despite her bruised and battered body, she couldn’t remember ever sleeping so soundly. All her tension and worries just seemed to drain away.

    The next morning, Renee took her out shopping.

    “You do have your student credit card, don’t you?” She asked as they walked into a small and somewhat seedy looking shop that sold T-shirts, pot paraphernalia, and sex toys. When Charity indicated that she did, Renee had her buy a medium sized butt plug.

    She couldn’t help blushing, as she paid the man at the cash register.

    “From now on,” Renee said as they walked back out to the car, “never use your credit card to buy something like that.”

    “Something like what?”

    “Like a sex toy. Something someone could trace to your card if they wanted to blackmail or embarrass you.”

    “You mean someone could…”

    “Anything you buy on your credit card is more-or-less public information.”

    “Then why did you tell me to use my card?”

    “Sorry about that,” Renee said, “But I was looking for a little more insurance. Not that I really need it now that I have a video of you getting ass fucked and loving it. But I don’t want you to change your mind down the road and try to blackmail me, or anything. You could tell the whole family what I’ve been doing here on campus.”

    For her part, Charity had no intention of saying anything, but she could definitely see how the video would set Renee’s mind at ease, if she was worried about that sort of thing. It was both frightening and exhilarating to know that there was proof floating around out there.

    Then a thought occurred to her.

    “What about my insurance?”

    “I thought you might ask, although it took you longer than I expected,” Renee said with a laugh. “I have recordings and photographs of some of my sessions, back at the sorority house. You're welcome to choose one and make a discreet copy, if you like.”

    “Mutually assured destruction, huh?”

    After that, Renee stopped at a gas station so Charity could go into the restroom and place the butt plug she’d just purchased inside her rectum. “Trust me,” she said. “That dildo I used was actually kind of small; and I eased into it. Not every guy who fuck you in the ass will be that considerate. This will loosen you up; make things a lot easier. And you might consider keeping yourself shaved down there too. It may not seem like it, but a few stray hairs can make a big difference in terms of how uncomfortable it feels. The guys will appreciate it too. There’s nothing that turns a guy off more than looking at a hairy ass.”

    “Unless he's gay,” Charity said.

    Renee smiled sardonically. “Trust me, the guys you'll be meeting aren't going to be gay. By the way, shaving your pussy probably isn't a bad idea either, but that's closer to optional.”

    After that, the two of them spent the rest of the morning and afternoon getting their hair and nails done and shopping for skimpy clothes. Renee even made her throw away the clothes she was wearing and put on one of the outfits she'd just bought.

    “You need to get used to wearing provocative clothes,” Renee said. “People can tell if you feel uncomfortable—and the only way to loose that feeling when you wear clothes like this, is to wear clothes like this.”

    With the large piece of plastic stuck up her rectum, charity was even more self conscious than she normally would have been. Intellectually, she knew it was irrational but it was hard to ignore that paranoid feeling that everyone around her could tell what was inside her.

    “It's just a good thing the dildo isn't a vibrator,” she said quietly to Renee when she caught a guy looking at her openly. “Or I don't think I could keep from squirming so much that everyone would know.”

    “I'm saving the vibrator for tomorrow.”

    “Yeah right!”

    “I'm serious,” Renee said. “You need to stop worrying about what other people think. You're sexy, your hot and you have a right to your sexual pleasure. That’s the main reason you’re wearing these things. You have to learn that its alright to flaunt your sexuality.

    “Sorry for the crash course,” Renee said when she saw Charity's cheeks turning red just from thinking about it, “but we don’t have long to turn you into a sexy little minx.”

    Charity liked the sound of that last part, so despite her misgivings she endured the clothes and the butt plug without complaining; and as the day wore on—and their shopping intensified—Charity surprised herself by forgetting about the dildo for a few moments from time to time.

    “Remember this at all times,” Renee said, as she watched Charity doing a little pirouette in a black miniskirt she was thinking of buying. “At least thirty percent of how hot you look is pure attitude and presentation. Another thirty percent is clothes and make up. What I’m saying is, 'If you think you’re sexy and you act that way; then, by God, you’re sexy.' Guys might think you’re a tease too,” she smirked. “Especially if you don’t put out; but something tells me that's not going to be a problem for you.”

    “Not much chance of that, assuming they ask.”

    “Just act natural and you’ll get asked,” Renee said. “You really don’t have to have the perfect body to drive the boys wild.”

    “You don’t think I’m too skinny?” Charity asked as she looked at herself in a full-length mirror. The super-short skirt she was wearing made her feel a little self-conscious. She didn’t have the large breasts or the curvy hips that Renee had. In fact, her hips were so narrow her waist almost looked straight, but at least her exposed belly was flat and firm. Still, the new skirt was stiff and hung on her body like a hanger—definitely not all that sexy, she thought.

    “The thin look isn’t as popular as it used to be, thank God,” Renee said as she put her hands under her breasts and gave them a couple of quick bounces. “But trust me, a lot of guys still like it a lot. They’ll think you’re hot, as long as you do. Just pull this down a little more.” She tugged on the miniskirt until it was embarrassingly close to exposing Charity pubic hair. “There. That’s better. Now roll your shoulders around; rock your hips. Good! Don’t forget to do something interesting with your hands. Remember the positions I showed you? That’s it. Now give me a sexy but slightly mysterious little smile. Perfect.”

    As she watched her own body performing the commands on cue, Charity was surprised at the rapid change that came over her reflection. Suddenly she realized that the girl looking back at her was actually kind of sexy; and the skirt didn’t seem nearly as stiff.

    Renee stood back and nodded in agreement. “Oh, yeah,” she said with a soft chuckle, “By the end of the week, we’ll have the boys lined up and begging for a piece of that.”

    After shopping, the evening was a little less public, but not as tame. They went bar hoping until they found a guy willing to take Charity back to the sorority house and fuck her silly.

    “Don’t forget to take out the stopper before he starts to undress you,” Renee said, patting Charity on the ass as she kissed her good-bye.

    The next few days were more of the same. Sometimes Charity would go home with a guy and sometimes Renee would tie her to the bed—in various variations of that first nigh—having her way with her. By that Friday Charity was getting hit on nearly as often as Renee was. Her confidence was growing by leaps and bounds and her attitude reflected it in the way she looked in the mirror. Charity almost didn't recognize herself. She looked a lot like those trendy girls at her old school who had their choice of virtually any boy.

    It still seemed unreal that such simple things could have made such a big difference; and at one point it occurred to her that most of the change was probably internal. It was a new way of looking at herself; seeing (for perhaps the first time) what other people saw.





    4

    As the week went on, Renee had significantly less time to spend with her. “You'll have to go out without me today,” she said, “As this year's sorority president, I’ve got a lot of planning to do on the Bondage Ball, if I don't want to totally embarrass myself.”

    “What’s that?” charity asked.

    “Oh, it’s only one of the year’s biggest bashes. Everyone dresses up in a bondage outfit. All the pledges—except for the Queen of the ball, of course—have to come dressed as submissives. All the other sisters gets to chose whether they want to be a submissive or a dominant, and most choose to be dominant. But it's a great time... and since the proceeds go to charity, it also satisfies most of the university’s requirement for public service work. We like to get our requirements out of the way early, so we make it part of our initiation hazing ritual and kill two birds with one stone.”

    “Sounds like fun,” Charity said, only a little worried about another bondage session, this one apparently conducted entirely in public. It wasn’t the idea of being naked and bound in front of so many people that bothered her, it was the fear of suddenly feeling like she didn't know what to do again.

    “Just keep working your sexy strut and the answers for your interview and you should do fine.”

    Charity spent the next couple of days mostly to herself. It was a lot harder to put on something sexy when she was all by herself.

    “Is that what you're wearing,” Renee asked when she saw Charity walking out the door in an old pair of comfortable jeans. She walked up and pressed her hand between Charity's legs so brazenly that it literally made her jump, even though she'd watched her walking up to do it. “I don't feel anything inside you!” Renee scolded.

    Charity lowered her eyes, and said, “I wasn't planning on doing that today.” She felt rather silly, and was surprised to realize that trying to sneak out like this was almost as embarrassing as wearing that vibrator on the second day had been.

    “For this you must be punished,” Renee said.

    She took Charity up to her room and forced her to undress. Then she made her strap on a chastity belt with two large vibrators locked tightly beneath the metal safeguard. “These little dynamos should be good for about 4 to 5 hours,” Renee said. “If I catch you trying to sneak back in here while they're still buzzing, I'm not going to take this think off until you officially become a pledge.”

    Chastity's face paled. She didn't really believe her cousin, but she wasn't planning on taking any chances—still. “What if I meet some cute guy who wants to fuck my brains out.”

    Renee smiled, “I guess you'll just have to explain to him why he'll have to settle for a blow job.” This time Chastity's face turned a little red. “And no passing up offers!” Renee said. “I may find one of the guys from our brother fraternity to track you down and ask, just to make sure you don't.”

    “You wouldn't!”

    “Probably not,” Renee agreed, “but if I were you I wouldn't chance it if you want to get out of this thing tonight. Now... what should I have you wear?” She found a baggy pair of short shorts that barely covered the chastity belt; and a sleeveless T-shirt that was tight, but long enough that it looked more like a black mini-dress. “And wear the black go-go boots,” Renee said as she left Charity to go back to what she'd been doing.

    At first, Charity tried to find places where she didn't think very many people would be, but when she ran into a rather unsavory looking fellow who eyed her halfway down the block she thought better of that idea. It wasn't until more than an hour later that it occurred to her that the guy had probably thought she was a hooker. She certainly looked enough like one.

    When the vibrators finally stopped moving she was a little surprised that no one had officially propositioned her yet. She wasn't sure what she would have done if they'd asked. She wasn't particularly fond of giving blow jobs, but she didn't put it past Renee to send someone looking for her, as she'd threatened.

    That night Renee and her shared a bed and when her cousin finally took the chastity belt off the release was sweet indeed.

    The next day charity was afraid to go out without dressing to pass the Renee test—but Renee didn't bother to check her. “I've got good news and bad new,” Renee said as they were getting dressed. “The bad news is that I've spent so much time with you that I've falling behind. I'm going to have to spend all of my time work on sorority stuff.”

    “Is there anything I can do to help?”

    “I'm afraid it would take more time to explain what I'm doing,” Renee said. “But the good news is that I don't think you really need my help any more.” She looked up and down at the ensemble that Charity was wearing and smiled. “Yes, I am pleased with what we've accomplished in such a short time.”

    Charity felt a sense of pride, but she was also a little scared and unsure.

    “Don't worry,” Renee said, “I'm not abandoning you entirely. I have a friend who's coming into town early. She should be here any time now. I've told her all about you and she's agreed to hang out and introduce you to the other girls as they come in. So all you need to do is just keep practicing the things I've told you. And remember, confidence is the key. You're sexy and sassy and if someone doesn't like it, it's their loss. You can have your pick of the boys. All you've got to do is flaunt it and let them ask.”

    “I'll try to remember that.”

    “In the mean time, if you have a temporary confidence crisis you can always track me down for a little rah-rah speech to pick you back up. Okay?”

    With that, Renee took her downstairs for breakfast and before they were finished eating she'd been introduced to Sudette DeMarco, Renee's friend.

    Sue was only a sophomore, which meant she was closer to Charity's age—which Renee thought would make it easier—and Sue was friendly and helpful. By the time Renee left them to get back to her work, Charity was feeling pretty good about being passed off to an underling.

    They spend the day walking around the campus, both of them wearing pure sex and smiling coyly when the guys tried to hit on them. Sue showed her to the main office and helped her file her admissions papers; then they got a map and spend the next several hours familiarizing themselves with the buildings on campus—especially the boy's dormitories.

    By the time they came back to the sorority house a few of the other girls were beginning to arrive. “Some of them like to arrive early, to claim the best rooms before they were gone,” Sue said.

    “And you?”

    “I'm a sophomore, the juniors and seniors get the best rooms, but I like to take my time settling in and meeting the new girls. Many of those who'll came early are officers, like Renee, so they'll be busy helping her with planning and orchestrating the year's kick-off social event.”

    Sue introduced her as each new girl came in. A few of them were towing along their own pledges. Everyone seemed friendly and, in between talking about how great the tri-betas were, they talked about virtually everything, from boys and clothes, to what they did over the break or what courses they were planning to take.

    Charity felt right at home in a way she'd never felt before.





    5

    More than any other uncertainty, Charity worried about the questions for the interview. But, as it turned out, Renee was right. Having spent hours thinking up all the right answers, finally giving them was almost anticlimactic. It was as easy as speaking the lines in the school play, and only slightly less comfortable.

    Charity received her invitation promptly and accepted just as promptly.

    The next day she moved into the sorority house and began getting acquainted with her new sisters. Surprisingly, most of them were suddenly just a little bitchy. Fortunately, she remembered Renee warned that she should expect this during the initiation week. It was part of the hazing ritual, designed to weed out the timid wallflowers, and whittle down the invitees by a few candidates. Charity, for her part, was determined not to be one of the weeds any more. Refusing to let the snide comments bother her, she promptly did everything she was told as meek and submissively as possible, without talking back or even asking questions.

    The older girls had the pledges wear bondage costumes while they cleaned the sorority house or serve drinks at their almost nightly parties. They also picked out what the pledges were allowed to wear to their classes. Nothing too plain, but nothing too revealing either. Often they were forced to wear vibrators, under their clothes. One of the older girls was given a remote controller with well over a thousand yard range—and they would arbitrarily thumb the dial up and down at various times throughout the day.

    Through it all, Charity kept reminding herself why she was doing all this. She was determined to make up for lost time. No more clinging to the wall at the dance. And if that meant wearing a leather maid's outfit that didn't really cover anything, while serving drinks at a co-ed party, then so be it. All the other girls in the tri-betas had done the same thing when they were pledges and now the boys were all over them. In fact, the boys in the tri-beta brother fraternity were happy to pay her a lot of attention even before she became a full-fledged sister. They chatting with her amiably as they ordered their drinks and hinted that they'd be inviting her out to eat or back to their rooms for some hot, steamy sex—once she was finished pledging.

    The only time Charity questioned the wisdom of her new, freer life-style was when she noticed Brad, an extremely cute boy she’d meet at a local bar, watching her as she walked around the room in her leather maid's harness. She couldn't get a feel for what he was thinking as he watched her. He seemed so intense; she couldn't help wondering if he looked down on her for wearing such an outfit and belonging to this sort of sorority.

    Later she tried to catch Brad’s eye again, but it almost seemed like he was intentionally trying to avoid her. Don’t seem too eager, she thought to herself, remembering Renee’s instructions during her week of intensive training. One look from a cute guy and all her recent training went right out the window.

    “He’s a handsome beefcake, isn’t he?”

    Charity glanced over at the girl who was standing beside her and blushed a little self consciously, falling (for the moment) into old habits.

    “Don’t sweat it, girlfriend. It’s not like he’s my boyfriend anymore.”

    “Oh,” Charity said, “I didn’t know.”

    “My names Jenny,” the girl said taking her hand and patting it reassuringly. “And like I said, that scene is so over. I don’t even want to go there any more.”

    “Then you don’t mind if I…?”

    “Its open season as far as I’m concerned, child.” Jenny spread her hands as if presenting herself for closer inspection. “And as you can see, he likes them skinny; so you should be right up his alley. I’ll even help you get him if you want.”

    “That’s so nice,” Charity said with a growing smile.

    Jenny was the only older girl who'd been friendly to her since hell week began; and Charity was surprised by how easy it was to talk to her.

    “My names Charity.”

    “Charity,” Jenny said with a smile, “just like the Charity Ball.”

    “I guess,” she giggled.

    “Why girl, I have just the thing. You should volunteer to be the Queen of the Charity Ball. You’ll put the real Charity in the Charity Ball!”

    “I’ve heard about it,” she said, “but I'm not sure what it all about?”

    “Let me tell you girl, it’s really just a big fuck fest. We all get blasted then join in on a bondage orgy.”

    “That’s right,” Charity said, at once both excited and alarmed. “My cousin said that everyone comes to the ball dressed up in a bondage outfit?”

    “Everyone but the Queen. She gets to enter the dance hall in regular street clothes, just like a princess. Then she’s led to the center of the hall where she waits for the raffle.”

    “The raffle?”

    “The sex show, girlfriend. The queen gets to have sex with the winner of the raffle.”

    “In front of every one?”

    “Oh yeah,” Jenny said with another smile. “And trust me all the guys will be buying tickets, including Brad.”

    “But what if he doesn’t win? He might not even buy a ticket.”

    “Oh he’ll buy a ticket, you can count on that? And even if he doesn’t win, he’ll still be gunning for you. Everyone wants his chance with the Queen. Which means your social stock will soar, and you’ll be on Brad’s radar all year. Trust me, you can’t loose.”

    For a moment Charity folded her arms across her chest then she remembered herself and tried to move casually into a sexier pose.

    “Girlfriend, why don’t you let me buy you a drink. I can explain it all to you. Then, if you’re still interested, you can fill out the form. I’ll even turn it in, if you like. And since I’m on the selection committee, I can virtually guarantee that you’ll win.”

    Charity swallowed anxiously, but she couldn’t help smiling shyly and nodding. “It might be fun,” she said with more enthusiasm than she actually felt.

    “That’s it, girl. Now how would you like to come up to my room and slip out of this,” Jenny reached out and plucked at one of the leather straps on her maids uniform. “We can celebrate your crowning by get totally shit faced and having sex all night.”





    6

    Over the next few days, Jenny and Charity began to spend more and more time together. Renee was busier than ever, planning the Bondage ball; and so after their classes, Charity would hook up with Jenny and the two of them would go to the library to study together. Or they'd take a break and go to the game room or a restaurant for lunch.

    Jenny helped her fill out an application form to be queen of the ball and promised to turn it in for her. And a day later, when they meet after a class Jenny was all bubbly with excitement. “Hey, girlfriend,” she said. “You won! You’re going to be the Queen of the Ball.”

    Charity didn’t know what to say; she just smiled.

    After a moment Jenny kissed her on the lips—right out in public. “Let’s go celebrate,” she said. “You deserve to have a few drinks and get thoroughly fucked up.”

    “I can’t,” Charity said, “I told my cousin I’d meet her for lunch.

    “Uh oh,” Jenny said with a frown. “I think I know what that’s going to be about.”

    “What? It's nothing. We've just seen so little of each other this week, I think she's feeling left out; she wants to get together and catch up.” ”

    “Are you sure that's all it is,” Jenny said.

    “Why? What else would it be?”

    Jenny shook her head. “Nothing,” she said. “I shouldn’t have even brought it up. I don’t want to speak ill of your cousin.”

    “My cousin?”

    “Don’t get me wrong,” Jenny said, “Renee is a sweetheart; it’s just…”

    “What?”

    “I don't know, it just that... Well, sometimes is seems like she can be a bit of a busy body. She always thinks she knows what’s best for other people.” Jenny shook her head. “Don't get me wrong, I think she means well.”

    “No,” Charity agreed, with a chuckle. “I think I know what you mean.” She remembered how hard Renee had pushed her during her pre-hell weeks; and how she'd forced her to wear just the right things even when she was no longer going out with her. By comparison, hell-week hadn't seemed so bad. It was just wearing the same kind of outfits as all the other pledges and doing a little slave-labor before and after the parties.

    “There's something you should probably know,” Jenny said. “I don't think your cousin likes me very much. And I'm afraid that, because I helped you get it, she’s going to try to take this away from you.”

    Charity was confused now. Despite being a tad pushy at times, Renee had been nothing but kind and incredibly helpful. Why would her cousin try taking this away from her?

    “I know,” Jenny said, reading her expression. “Like I said, she means well. But she’s not the kind of person who likes to share the limelight, if you know what I mean?”

    “You think she’ll try to steal it from me?”

    “No, of course not!” Jenny said, “Your cousin’s already had her turn. She was Queen of the Ball too, you know. She just doesn’t like to share that honor. I was Queen of the Ball during my freshman year and she’s never quite forgiven me.”

    “I don’t understand, I thought you said…”

    “Oh, she’s nice enough to the other girls. And given what happened at my Bondage Ball, I guess I can understand why she has a problem with me. I try not to hold it against her. Being the Queen of the ball is a big responsibility—and, to be honest, I kind of messed things up at mine. Your cousin is just so particular. Even the tiniest details have to be exactly her way. I mean, you see how much time she's been spending planning this thing.”

    Charity frowned. After living with Renee for a few days she could attest to her cousin's controlling nature. She'd told Charity which clothes to buy and picked what she wore every day for the first week or so. And her apartment was much the same way. Not that she was overly rude about it, but everything in her room definitely had a place and she liked everything to be in its place. What was that called? Being anal retentive, or something like that.

    “My guess is that she just doesn’t think anyone else can ever do as good a job as she did. I mean, granted, your cousin was like a rock star after her ball, but… it would just be nice if she wasn’t quite so hard on the other girls.” Jenny shook her head, as if in apology. “I probably shouldn’t have said any of this. She already hates me as it is. I don’t want to cause any trouble between the two of you.”

    “It’s alright,” Charity said, “I won’t say anything, I promise.”

    “I appreciate that, girlfriend. Your cousin wouldn’t forgive me if I helped make you an even bigger star than she was.”

    Charity frowned.

    Could Renee really be so selfish? Aside from an incredible night of sex and a few days shopping (with Charity's card) and drinking in bars, how well did she really know her cousin? The two of them were family, but until recently they'd been virtual strangers.

    “Thanks for the warning,” Charity said. “I’ll keep what you've said in mind.”

    “If you want my advice,” Jenny said, patting her hand. “You do what you want. Don’t let your cousin talk you out of it, if this is what you want. You shouldn’t let anyone bully you like that. You have as much right to it as she did, right?”

    Charity nodded and Jenny’s optimism was so infectious she couldn’t help smiling.

    “That’s right, girl friend,” Jenny said. “And don’t you forget it.”



    7

    As she and her cousin sat down to eat their dinner, Charity couldn’t help thinking about her recent discussion with Jenny. Renee seemed in no hurry to broach the subject she wanted to discuss, but Charity just couldn’t wait.

    “Is this about the Charity Ball?” She asked.

    “What makes you say that?”

    She opened her mouth to explain what Jenny had said, but then she remembered her promise not to mention her new friend’s name. “I just had a feeling you might try to talk me out of it.”

    Renee frowned and breathed a heavy sigh. “How much do you really know about the Queen’s role at the Bondage Ball?”

    “I know all about it,” she said, “some of the other girls explained it to me.”

    “And having a bunch of strange guys buying tickets to abuse you... that doesn't bother you?”

    “I’m not a wallflower any more,” Charity said, feeling suddenly very brazen. “I’m loosing my inhibitions and walking on the wild side.”

    “You certainly are,” Renee replied. She was quiet for a long moment and Charity didn’t volunteer any encouragement. Finally she tried again. “Look, Charity, you’ve proven to be a lot quicker study than I ever could have imagined, and I’m really proud of you… but I really don’t think you’re ready to volunteer for something like this. It’s a very intense way to serve your initiation…”

    “Why? Because I’ll be in front of all those people?”

    “That’s part of it, sure! But…”

    “…You just don’t think I can do it, do you?”

    Renee blinked in surprise. “It’s not about what you can do,” she said, “it’s about whether you really want to. It's not an easy burden. Trust me, I know what I'm talking about…”

    “…Yeah, I heard.”

    “You did?”

    Charity nodded; and Renee just shook her head in puzzled exasperation.

    “So you’re really set on doing this thing?”

    “Yes I am!”

    “Alright,” Renee said raising her hands in surrender. “I’m not your momma and I’m not going to try to talk you out of this, if it's what you want. I guess after the way you responded that first night I really shouldn’t be quite so surprised.”

    Charity gave her cousin one of her recently practiced smiles. “I think there are a lot of things about me that may surprise you.”

    Renee raised her eyebrows in recognition of the truth; then she smiled. “What the hell,” she said, “I'll drink to that.”




    8

    “Keep your eyes on the ball,” the boy next to Charity said as the ball caromed around the edge of the roulette wheel. “We’re about to find us a winner.”

    He reached over and pinched Charity's ass as he smiled at her.

    Charity smiled back and edged slightly away from him, moving closer to Jenny, who despite holding a clipboard and being one of those who were administering the contest, was still standing on the other side of her. “I hope he’s not the one who wins,” Charity whispered in Jenny’s ear.

    “He’s a pig,” Jenny agreed. “And he can’t fuck worth shit.”

    Charity smiled as she watched the ball beginning to bounce across the little slots before it finally settling in a hole.

    “Red seventeen,” her cousin Renee said into the microphone. “The first door prize goes to Red seventeen.

    “Hey, hey, that’s me,” one of the tri-beta boys said as he started across the room to present his winning ticket.

    “Very good, Stan,” Renee said. “You now have one hour to do whatever you want with the Bondage Queen.”

    Jenny leaned over and whispered in Charity’s ear. “Don’t worry! Brad might not have won but I can guarantee you he’ll be watching the two of you very closely.”

    Charity smiled back and shrugged. She wasn't a complete idiot; she'd known Brad's chances of winning weren’t very good. But like her new friend said, he’d be watching; and he’d be wishing he had won the whole time. That thought filled her with pride and confidence as Stan came towards her.

    Licking his lips eagerly, Stan looked her up and down. Then he held out his hand. Feigning a shy smile, she took the offered help and let him lead her to the sunken stage area in the middle of the ball room. It was ten by ten foot pit, with four large TV screens hanging from the ceiling around it—like a miniature jumbo-tron at a stadium. One screen faced each direction, so everyone (even those in the very back of the room) could view the action.

    Together they descended the stairs, Stan guiding her like a gentleman to a table that was set up beside the pit. Her eyes widened just a little when she saw what was piled on the table. There were lengths of rope, leather straps, gags, nipple clams, spreader bars and all sorts of other bondage paraphernalia. Then she laughed silently at herself. Why should she be so surprise? This was the Bondage Ball.

    “Shouldn’t you be getting undressed?” Stan said as he began looking over his selection of toys.

    Charity wasn’t sure if her face was turning red because she had to remove her clothes in front of so many people, or if it was because he’d been forced to remind her. Obviously, if they were going to have sex, she’d have to take her clothes off. She’d known that. Just because she was the only pledge who got to come to the ball in her street clothes, that didn’t mean she got to keep them on. As her clothes hit the floor, she smiled demurely for all the people watching on the overhead screens.

    “You’re one damned fine looking Queen,” Stan said as he slipped a fat bamboo pole (about 2 feet long) between her elbows and her back. The pressure of her arms held the pole in place as he looped a very long ropes around her wrists—crossing them back and forth across her stomach several times, then around her whole body a few times times, just to be sure. In addition to constricting her stomach, this little tie trapped the bamboo pole between her elbows and back, while her forearms were pinned against her side, perpendicular to the rest of her body. The rest of the excess rope was run out to the ends of the bamboo pole and hitched with a little knot, anchoring the ropes to that spot. Then Stan ran the rope on the right side of the pole down to her right knee, while the other rope was secured to her left ankle.

    This forced charity into an awkward and asymmetrical position that she thought was probably less comfortable than if both ropes had been tied the same way—either to her ankles or to her knees.

    It was odd. Now that she was bound and truly helpless, she didn’t feel as uncomfortable about being in front of the crowd as she had when she was merely naked. Maybe it was because then, it had been obvious that he was a willing participant, and now whatever happened, things were truly out of her control. It was a frightening to be so helpless, but it was also emotionally freeing. And she could feel herself gradually becoming more aroused, just from thinking about it.

    Stan knelt down on the floor beside her head and cupped one of her breasts in his hand. “The only thing I’d change about you is your breasts,” he said. “I like a girl with big tits that I can tie with lot of tight rope. But I guess these will just have to do.” He pulled on one of her fat nipples, stretching her breast out as far as it would go and jiggling it for a few moments before releasing it.

    He replaced the grip of his fingers with a clothes pin; and she sucked in a sharp breath.

    Before the sharpness of the initial pain could subside to a dull ache, he clipped another clothes pin on her other nipple. Then he left her lying on the floor as he went back to the table for more supplies.

    This session wasn’t going quite the way she’d hoped. Renee had explain that the three B's stood for Bondage, Beating and Balling, so she probably shouldn’t have been surprised—but charity had been hoping Stan would focus primarily on the third B. Instead, he seemed to be focusing primarily on the first, and trussed up like this, it didn’t seem very likely that he'd be getting around to the third any time soon. Nor was it likely to be comfortable if he ever did. Still, she was determined to endure her session stoically. Surely the fact that Stan had been so eager to win her bode well for their future social interactions; and she wasn’t going to do anything to jeopardize that just because she had to suffer through a little discomfort and humiliation first.

    Stan brought back a small bean bag and setting it on the floor beside her. When he'd finished smoothing it down, forming a reasonably flat surface on top, he looked up at one of his fraternity brothers. The guy was standing close by, watching the action with avid interest

    “Give me a hand here, Hank?” Stan asked.

    The other guy jumped forward quickly and together, under Stan’s supervision, they each took a side, one hand under Charity's arm and the other hand under the closest available part of her leg. It felt weird being lifted off the ground with her body bound the way it was. Just as being tied had magically decreased her embarrassment, being carted around like this increased it once again.

    Fortunately the move was a short one. As they set her down, the bamboo stick between her arms and torso forced her to arch her back. Her head hung over the edge of the bean bag, which increased the arch even further.

    “You can whip her, if you want,” Stan told the guy who’d helped him position her. “Just don’t hit her too hard,” he chuckled, “I don’t want her to bite my dick off.”

    Stan’s helper went to select a whip, while he began to unzip his pants.

    Lying helpless on the bean bag, Charity had an imposing view of Stan unbuckling his belt. There was little doubt what was coming next. Her throat was curved back in the perfect position to take his cock deep, but the idea of sucking his dick like that—especially with all these people watching on the overhead monitors—had her feeling a little anxious. Strangely, it was not just because she felt weird being bound and naked with a virtual stranger preparing to stuff intimate body parts into her mouth. That was certainly part of it, but what she felt most self-conscious about was the fact that she didn’t know what she was doing. She’d never actually performed oral sex before, and she was afraid it would show.

    Why hadn't Renee bothered to teacher her what to do with her mouth. Other than kissing and licking a little pussy, she was a complete oral virgin. She'd never even seen it done.

    As Stan knelt down in front of her, his cock loomed closer; and it began to look much bigger than it had from far away. For the first time she began to wonder if something that large would actually fit into her mouth. Certainly not the whole thing, as long as it was. Stan took her head in his hands and began to guide his cock towards her mouth just as Hank brought the first strike of the whip down on her belly.

    “Awh!” she groaned, and as she opened her mouth Stan pushed the length of his cock inside her. She opened her mouth and tried to take it all, but she could feel him pressing against the back of her throat and her belly began to convulse in dry heaves.

    She'd wondered why the official preparatory literature had warned her not to eat or drink anything for at least 6 hours before the big event. Now she knew. If there had been anything in her stomach she'd be chocking on it right now.

    Oh God, she thought in desperation. He has a whole hour to do this, if he wants.

    She tried to pull back—away from him—but she was impaled on his cock. The back of her head was pressed against the bean bag so there was nowhere to go and even if there had been, he was holding her head with his hands.

    Hank hit her again with the whip, striking her right on the clit, and for a moment she forgot about her stomach trying to heave. Even as the pain began to recede, the upchuck factor didn't return. There was a growing discomfort at the back of her throat, which brought tears to her eyes, but for the moment her body had quite trying to empty her stomach. Now the most pressing problem was a growing need for air. It wasn't that she couldn't breath through her nose, but Stan's balls were resting on that part of her face, partially blocking the air pathways.

    Just as Hank brought the whip down again, she began to buck more desperately. This time the leather straps caught Charity's left nipple and she twitched so hard that it created enough space between Stan's balls that she was able to take a slightly deeper breath.

    Then, Mercifully, he was pulling out of her.

    “Give me your whip,” Stan said, as he reached out for the one Hank was holding. “And go and get yourself another.” Then he brought the whim down across Chastity's belly. “You need to learn to suck,” he said as he slapped his cock against the side of her face without using his hands.

    He brought the whip down again, hard—and this time Charity couldn't help screaming from the pain.

    “Take my cock and suck it like you know how,” he said, “or the whipping's just going to get worse.”

    Not waiting to see if he was lying, she took him in her mouth and began sucking for all she was worth, working her tongue back and forth and using the whole length of her mouth to apply as much pressure as she could. He moved his hips back and forth, not pushing in as deeply as he had the first time. This wasn't quite so bad, she thought as she quickly found a rhythm. Before long, however, he had worked his way to the back of her throat again.

    The pressure against her throat seemed even worse this time, because she was clenching the muscles in her throat so tightly. “Loosen up down there,” Stan said softly as he gently gripped her throat muscles and wiggled them back and forth in a quick vibrating motion that did indeed encourage her to relax a little. He shoved a little deeper just as her swallow reflex triggered, and she could feel him slipping deeper than he had before—passing by her epiglottis instead of trying to take a less comfortable path down her throat.

    “Very good,” he said approvingly. “Now keep your throat like that.”

    He began to slid in and out slowly, not far enough out to let her epiglottis close again, enough that she could feel his glans sliding over the structures inside her. Once again, her need for air was beginning to build, now that her deeper air passages were blocked off. After a few moments he pulled out and let her breath before going back in.

    “Very good,” he said as she managed to swallow at just the right moment once again. “I think you're beginning to catch on.”





    8

    The hour seemed like an eternity.

    Charity was breathing deeply and sweat was streaming from her body, but she felt proud of herself for having endured the ordeal. Jenny wiped her forehead with a cold towel and removed the bit-gag (which had earlier been pushed deep into her mouth) so that she could take a cold drink of water from a bottle.

    After the first fifteen minutes or so, Stan had cum down her throat—and after that he'd changed up her bondage position a little, building on the initial bamboo pole behind her elbows by adding another, longer one that ran behind er back and was used to keep her legs spread wide—parallel to the pole. Another rope was looped around her chest, just under her breasts and it was used to suspend her, along with four ropes from the bamboo pole supporting her legs and a rope that ran from a topknot.

    She'd been hanging from this position for the last thirty to forty-five minutes, while Stan and Hank continued to whip her front and back. They'd added weighted nipple clamps that they'd moved down to her pussy lips at some point; as well as the bit-gag.

    Now that her ordeal was over, Charity certainly thought she deserved something to drink—not that it would matter anyway, now that she'd more or less mastered the art of deep-throating.

    “You were very, very good,” Jenny whispered in her ear as she stroked her face lovingly and tweaked her nipple in between stroking her stomach and breasts. “Even better than I expected.”

    It felt good to receive praise for what she'd done—especially since Charity had been forced to learn almost everything as she went along. Her throat was a little tender, but not too bad. After she'd gotten the rhythm down, sucking Stan's cock really hadn't been quite so bad. The pressure on her throat still had a tendency to make her eyes tear up a bit, but despite that it had stopped being so unpleasant. Sucking cock wasn't going to the top of her list of favorite positions, but it would make an interesting change of pace, from time to time.

    She was glad (and a little proud) that she'd been able to learn how to do it so quickly.

    Charity breathed deeply, wondering why Jenny was taking so long to untie her. Then her friend began replacing the bit-gag.

    “Alright, ladies and gentlemen,” Renee said over her microphone. “It's time to spin the wheel again.” She gave the roulette wheel a heave and let the ball fly.

    “Bet you’re wondering why they’re spinning the wheel again?” Jenny whispered in her ear.

    Charity nodded.

    “Well, girlfriend, Stan was just the beginning. He won the pole position, which means he was allowed to get us started; but this is a marathon, not a sprint. You see, the Bondage Ball lasts about twenty-five hours. That’s 19 more spins of the wheel, with fifteen minutes between each winner—each of which gets to spend an hour doing whatever the hell they want with you. Of course, during our fifteen minute breaks your all mine. Just one of the perks of being the master of ceremony, you see. And strangely enough, what I’m in the mood for right now is to make you suffer.”

    Jenny reached down and tugged sharply at one of the clamps on Charity’s pussy lips. Then she slid a large dildo inside her before while pulling the clamp she'd just tugged on out to the side, to open her up.

    “That,” Jenny said, as she held up a blue dildo with a white button-like projection on the end, “was the larger twin of this little beauty here.” Gently, she smacked the white button on the end of the dildo with her palm and for a few seconds the thing started vibrating with a soft buzz.

    “It’s similar in design to those kid’s shoes with the lights that flicker when you walk. Only, in this case, power is generated by directing kinetic energy to the white button here. I’ll let you figure out how I'm going to generate the kinetic energy.”

    Jenny chuckled as she worked the second dildo deep into Charity’s rectum. Then she locked both probes in place with a chastity belt that she quickly closed around Charity’s waist.

    “I might have forgotten to mention this, during our discussions about the Charity ball, but we don’t get too many pledges who volunteer to be the Queen of the Bondage Ball.” Jenny took the weighted clips (which had been on her pussy lips before the chastity belt was put on) and attached them to her nipples. “Usually we have to draw lots to see who the big looser will be. You see, no one in their right mind actually wants to be where you are right now.”

    Stepping back, just a bit, Jenny swung her own thick leather paddle, striking Charity on the ass right above where the dildos were located inside her. As the paddle compressed her flesh, it also compressed the little white buttons and pushed the dildos a little deeper inside her for a moment. They buzzed strongly for several moments as Jenny pulled her arm back for another strike. Before the buzz of the first blow had completely subsided, Charity was struck again. Groaning as the two conflicting sensations collided—the sting of wood and the tingling deeper inside her—she rocked hers hips and strained against her bonds.

    That just made it worse. Despite the burning fire on the surface of her skin, the deeper, more penetrating burning, filled her from the inside. Her juices were flow freely.

    Jenny leaned closer and whispered, “Sorry if I mislead you, girlfriend.”

    She brought the paddle up between Charity's legs, parallel with her crack. The force of the blow landed directly on the dildos’ buttons, causing them to vibrating again.

    “Honestly, girlfriend, I never really thought you’d be stupid enough to fall for this. I was sure your sister would talk you out of it.” She struck again, harder this time. Hard enough that the clamps on her nipples rattled and the buzzing inside her continued for several seconds after the burning pain faded.

    “I bet you’re wondering why I picked you.”

    Charity didn’t bother to nod. She was too busy gritting her teeth and trying not to cry out. Her whole body seemed to be undulating; rippling with reciprocal echoes of pleasure and pain.

    “Well girlfriend, it pretty simply. You see, my sister also just happens to be a pledge this year. I didn't want her suffering through this, and you really were too perfect a dupe to pass up—what with the way you were mooning over my boyfriend and all.” She chuckled. “I also don't hurt that I have a strong disliking for your cousin, so I'm hopping this will piss her off ; but that’s just an added bonus.”

    Jenny struck charity several more times in quick succession and despite the humiliation of crying out, it had become impossible to stay silent. With each blow she could hear her own moans, and feel her body writhing. Her hips desperately trying to grind against the chastity belt but not finding any real resistance.

    “Looks like the roulette wheel has selected the next winner,” Jenny said.

    Charity looked over at the table of bondage supplies and saw Brad picking out the toys he would be using on her. When he turned back towards her, he was smirking. Slowly he slapped a long, narrow, and wooden paddle against his own leg, as if impatient to get started. “Brad knows I’d cut his balls off if I ever caught him cheating on me, so you can be sure he’s more interested in beating than balling.”

    Oh God, Charity thought as Jenny’s paddle struck between her legs yet again.

    Right about now, the job of door greeter (being strapped to those metal rods and all) was starting to look like a pretty easy job.

    “Oh yeah,” Jenny said, leaning closer and whispering one last thing in Charity’s ear before she yielded the floor to Brad. “I’m really going to enjoy the next several hours; and despite yourself, something tells me that you will too.”