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Enslaving Erica by Reese Gabriel

 

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Your Time Is Coming by Reese Gabriel, bdsm humiliation
In the 'celler from hell', pledges in this sorority serve their dominant mistresses in ways that bring new meaning to the term "degraded." Warning: NOT for the uninitiated Bdsm erotica reader

Copyright (c) 2004, all rights reserved

Erica had to take her clothes off outside the front door.  It was one of the many pledge rules she was learning.

            “Inside the house you are naked at all times.  And you wear this,” said Monique.

            ‘This’ was a heavy leather collar, black with metal studs.  It was made for a large dog, a Doberman, perhaps, or a German shepherd.

            “Standing upright is a privilege,” Brandy fixed the collar tightly around her neck.  “You piss us off and you’ll find your status can go downhill in a hurry.”

            “You knock to get in after you’re naked,” Monique explained.  “If we feel like it, we’ll open the big door, otherwise you crawl through here.”

            Erica looked down at the pet door.

            “Got it straight so far, slut?”

            “Yes, pledge mistress.”

            Brandy smacked her ass, forcing her unceremoniously into the house. “Let’s get you settled before dinner.”

            Erica followed the girls through the living room into the kitchen. Two of the sorority sisters were lounging on the sofa watching television. One had her feet up on the back of a thin, blond girl who was serving as a human footstool. The girl was naked except for her collar, and her head was hung low as if she were very tired.

            In the kitchen two more naked girls were cooking.  One stirred a large pot while the other was peeling potatoes.  The one stirring was a heavy girl, with long brown hair.  Erica couldn’t help but notice the angry red welts on her ass as well as the deeper bruises, colored blue and green.  The other girl had slash marks on her back, from a whip, perhaps.  Unlike the other, she had shackles on her ankles, with a foot or so of gleaming silver chain between them.

            “Those are your fellow pledges,” Monique said, shoving her forward into the dining area.  “I’m afraid the formal introductions will have to wait.”

            “What introductions?”  laughed Brandy.  “They don’t have names in here.”

            Monique opened the door to the cellar.  “Pledge suites are downstairs.”

            Erica was made to go in front of them in the dark.  Gripping the handrail, she tried to keep her footing on the damp wood stairs.  The steps were slimy and twice she lost her footing.  The girls offered no help.  In fact, they didn’t even start their descent till Erica was at the bottom, having fallen face down on the cold, wet concrete.

            In an act of sheer cruelty, Monique flipped on a light switch, insuring her and Brandy an easy trip.

            “Get up, slut,” Brandy ordered.

            Erica rose to her feet, surveying her surroundings.

            “Welcome to pledge central.  Pick a bed.  They’re all the same.”

            A dozen mattresses lay on the floor, stained and smelling of sex, beer and various other bodily fluids, not least of which was the overpowering scent of urine.  The makeshift beds were lined up against the wall and there were chains coming from eyebolts set into the stones.  Other restraints, including handcuffs, mechanical gags and shackles lay piled on top of each of the disgusting sleeping surfaces.

            “This is where you’ll be put when you’re not being worked or used.”

            Erica fought back her tears. In all her wildest dreams, she’d never imagined this kind of humiliation.

            “In there’s the punishment room, if you’re curious,” said Monique.

            As if this weren’t punishment enough, Erica thought.

            It was only now she realized looking down that the girls had changed footwear, each of them now sporting a pair of galvanized rubber boots.  They were also wearing rubber gloves.

            The punishment room was behind a metal door along the back wall.  It opened with a loud creaking. 

            “After you,” chimed Monique as Erica looked over her shoulder for further instruction.

            Erica panicked, noting the girls were now wearing surgical masks.

            “You can go in for a quick look on your own,” Brandy said.  “Or you can spend the night. Your choice.”

            Erica went inside.  The room was pitch black and the floor was made of dirt.

            “Watch closely,” Brandy turned on the flashlight.  “The tour goes fast.”

            Erica followed the beam till it settled on the ground, just an inch in front of her feet.  She screamed as the bugs scattered in all directions, some of them up her legs.

            “This is where we got your snack from,” Monique explained.

            “They’re on me!  Please, get them off!”  Erica was spinning wildly, stumbling in the pitch-blackness.  Something solid jammed her toes.  A female voice whimpered somewhere below her.

            “Be careful of your pledge mate,” Brandy chided, shining the light on the occupant of the dog cage.

            The slender Oriental girl lay on her side.  She appeared to have made peace with the roaches, allowing them free reign to crawl over her prostrate body.  A number of them came to life as the beam played over the pledge’s dirty skin.  They were even in her hair.  Erica put her hand to her mouth, wanting to wretch as she saw one crawl from between the girl’s legs.  But Erica had her own roach problems now, and her own vagina to protect.

            “Please, mistresses,” she wailed.  “Let me out of here.”

            “Get a hold of yourself,” Monique said contemptuously.

            “You’ll leave when we’re good and ready for you to.”  Brandy reared back, snapping a long, thin whip in Erica’s direction.

“Get down on all fours.  Feel what it’s really like,” Monique invited.

            Erica’s ass exploded in pain.  What kind of whip hurt so bad from such a distance?

            “Now, cunt!”  Brandy hit her again and Erica went down on her hands and knees in the dirt.  Insects crunched beneath her kneecaps and palms.

            “You owe us one,” Monique reminded.

            Erica knew what she meant.  She’d let that fourth roach go before, and now she’d have to make up for her mistake.  Bracing herself, she felt in the dirt.

            “Not like that.”  The whip cracked on her back, nearly causing her to collapse to her belly.  “You’ll do it without your hands.”

            They shone the light on her face, wanting to watch the tears fall.  Defeated, broken and hating the absent Cassie with all the passion in the world, she lowered her head, putting her lips to the dirt.  The girls made her work for it, shining the light down each time she would try to retrieve one so as to help the bugs escape.  Thus was she made to scamper about the room, desperately trying to catch one with her teeth and tongue.  Finally, they showed her a bit of twisted mercy, turning off the flashlight beam so the bugs would come out of hiding once more.

            Shaking and whimpering, Erica waited for them to come to her.  She could hear them in the dark, hissing, their myriad legs making tiny snaps in the fetid air.  Taking a chance, she put her face to the ground, immediately catching a juicy one.

            “I—I’m done,” she announced, trying to spit the foul, wet dirt from her lips.

            “More,” said Monique, arbitrarily changing the rules.

            Erica did not wait to be bullwhipped again.  Putting down her head, she began feeding.  She didn’t stop, either, not even when one of the bugs crawled up her ass crack.  She must have taken down a dozen or more when they finally ordered her to the wall to be sprayed down.  It was ice cold, the pressure like that of a fire hose's.  They made her spread her legs, jetting out her pussy.  Then she turned the other way, offering her ass up for the same treatment.  When they were done she felt like a drowned rat, but she didn’t care.  They were taking her out of the punishment room.  At long last.

            It was a very different Erica Campbell that knelt, cold and shivering in the main room of the basement.  Suddenly the piss stained mattresses didn’t seem so bad.  As for her pledge mistresses, she now had the most extraordinary incentive to obey them. 

            “Maybe now,” suggested Brandy, “you’ll see we’re not fucking around.”

            “I’ll obey everything,” Erica promised.  “I swear, mistresses.”

            Monique grabbed the back of the wet dog collar, which had grown tighter since her impromptu shower.  “Damned right you will, cunt.  And from this point forward, you speak when spoken to and that’s it. You keep your head down at all times and remember what a worthless slut you are. If you’re not on your knees you better have a damned good reason and the very next time I catch you talking back I’ll find something for you that’ll make what you saw back there look a country club.  Got it?”

            “Yes, pledge mistress.”

            Brandy bent forward to attach the leash.  They used it to drag her back upstairs, on all fours like a dog.

            “Got any chores need doing?”  Monique asked a pony tailed sorority sister in the kitchen.

            “Supper’s done.  Maybe she could do the clean up after she eats?”

            “No, this bitch isn’t hungry.  She’d like to get to work right away.”

            “She can clean the floor,” the sister offered.  “Scrub brush and bucket are under the sink.”

            “She won’t need it.  Not as long as she has a tongue,” Monique countered.

            “You heard her, cunt.”  Brandy kicked her in the ass, inducing her to start licking the yellowed linoleum.

            Erica went at her assigned task with gusto, knowing this was infinitely preferable to what lay below this very floor.  If she had to be the most servile floor licker in the world, the most abject house slave imaginable, she swore she would never, ever let herself end up in the punishment room.

            Then again, as cruel as these girls were, there were no guarantees.

            “Hate to see this go to waste,” Monique announced, slapping her ass. 

            Erica stiffened at the familiar feel.  A penis shaped shaft, slickly oiled was pointed right between her cheeks.  The raven-haired witch had strapped on a dildo and now it seemed evident that she intended to fuck Erica in the ass with it.

            Don’t stop licking, she thought.  No matter what, can’t stop licking.

            Monique was anything but subtle.  She wanted there to be no mistaking this was an ass rape.  A rape imposed on a terrified, floor licking pledge.  Kind of gave a whole new meaning to hazing, didn’t it?

            Erica was so full, she thought she’d explode.  The woman was merciless.  Holding her hips tight as a vise, she squeezed every inch into the violated hole she could manage.  And still she wanted more.  More licking, more and faster pumping, even demanding that the pledge thrust her own ass against the invading dildo.

            And through all of it, not one bit of attention to Erica’s poor pussy.  Screaming out for relief to its terror induced heat, but finding nothing at all except discipline, control and cruelty.

            “Your friend is missing out, isn’t she?” Monique taunted.  “Oh, well, we’ll save something special just for her.”

            Good, thought Erica, only to feel ashamed of herself a moment later. It was wrong to wish rape on a friend, wrong to want another to suffer just so she herself could feel vindicated.

            Then again, Cassie had certainly taken care of herself today, hadn’t she?

            Why not imagine her roommate getting her just desserts?  Why not picture prim and proper Cassie, the all hallowed virgin eating roaches or licking floors, a monster dildo in her ass?

            Come on over, Cassandra, she thought wickedly.  Your time is coming.