Date: Sat, 4 Apr 2009 19:10:19 -0700 (PDT)
From: Adon Libere <adonlibere@yahoo.com>
Subject: Slave Girls of Alpha Beta Delta Chapters 7 and 8

Slave Girls of Alpha Beta Delta

By Adon Libere

Author's Note: Now we're getting somewhere.

Comments are welcome at adonlibere@yahoo.com.


Chapter 7

Kristin stood up and walked around the table to stand next to Miss White.
They were a vision together, the brunette in black and the blonde in white.
There was a new look on Kristin's face now, one that Jenny recognized. It
was, she realized, a look she had seen on her dog around mealtime: that of
appetite about to be fulfilled. "Freshmen, you will now stand," she said, and
they obeyed.

"Sophomores, take your positions," Kristin continued, and ten girls rose as
one. They shuffled around until each one was standing behind one of the
freshmen. "Now," said Kristin, and each sophomore produced a blindfold
and covered the eyes of the girl in front of her. As her sight was taken away,
Jenny felt a strange combination of sensations: a twinge of fear, and a slight
tickle between her legs.

The sophomore behind her took her by the hand and led her away from the
table. They walked in silence for a minute, a procession of twenty young
women followed by the rest of the sisters, and finally by Alexis White. They
went, it seemed, down a cold, dark hallway. Then they emerged into a
somewhat brighter area. When they stopped, Jenny felt herself being turned in
a particular direction, then a pleasant wave of heat on her back.

She heard Kristin's voice again. "Sophomores, stand down." The girl who
had led her there moved away, and Jenny was in her own private darkness.
Alexis White spoke.

"A very special part of our tradition here is the relationship between the
seniors and the freshmen. Each senior picks a freshman whom she will
mentor throughout the year. In return, the freshman serves that senior's needs
to the fullest of her ability."

Kristin gave another order. "Juniors, prepare the initiates."

There was a sound of footsteps and rustling fabric as the juniors moved into
position, and then Jenny felt a new set of hands of her. They unzipped her
dress, pulled the straps off her shoulders, and lowered it around her ankles.
Jenny obediently stepped out of it. The hands unbuckled and removed her bra,
taking liberties with her as they did so. Jenny felt her nipples stiffen as the
hands cupped her breasts and slid down her sides to her hips, where they
crept under the waistband of her panties and began to push them down her
legs. Again Jenny meekly allowed herself to be stripped, scarcely believing
what was happening to her.

Next thing she knew, the hands were roughly grabbing her wrists and pulling
them behind her back. A cord of soft fabric--she guessed silk--was wrapped
around her wrists, rendering her helpless as well as naked. She felt the
warmth of a body against her, breasts pressing against her back. The hands
moved around in front of her, sliding across her hipbones and into her pubic
hair. They dove quite boldly between her legs, stroking her inner thighs and
briefly exploring the burgeoning wetness between them. Jenny wanted the
hands to penetrate her and never stop, and at the same time she was
mortified at her own wantonness. But just like that they were gone, and Jenny
bit her lip in quiet frustration.

Then the hands applied gentle pressure to her shoulders, indicating that she
was to kneel, and she complied. There were footsteps as the girl who had
undressed her walked away. She would never know who it was that had
violated her.

"Beautiful," said Miss White, in a whisper that was only audible because it
was so quiet in the room. Then, more loudly, she announced, "Kristin, as
president, the first choice is yours."

"Thank you, Miss White," answered Kristin, and Jenny heard her heels
clacking on the wood floor as she circled the group of kneeling, naked girls.
Jenny's heart was pounding; she wanted desperately for Kristin to choose her, but dared
not hope for such a fortunate outcome. It was silent except for the sound of Kristin's
shoes for what seemed like forever, until finally Jenny felt her blindfold being
slipped off and blinked momentarily in the restored light. Kristin was
standing over her, smiling down benevolently. In her hand was a black
studded collar, which she ceremoniously fastened around Jenny's neck. She
then attached a leather leash to the collar and went to stand behind Jenny,
who despite the strangeness of the situation beamed at being so chosen.

"Kate, you're next," said Miss White, and a pale redhead with sparkling
green eyes stepped forward with an identical collar in her hands. Jenny
examined the line of bound freshmen extending to her left and right. April
was all the way at one end, and knowing that her roommate couldn't see her,
Jenny drank in all the details of her naked body. Her breasts were slightly
smaller than Jenny's own, but firm and high and capped by dark brown
nipples. A neat patch of black curls covered her pubis and disappeared
between her coffee-colored legs.

As Kate inspected the remaining girls, Jenny looked around the room. It was
the same large room in which they'd waited for their names to be called the
preceding week. The heat on her back was from the roaring fireplace, which
made the kneeling girls reasonably comfortable despite their nudity. A
magnificent chandelier hung far above their heads, and a large bronze statue
of the Three Graces stood in one corner. She had been too nervous to notice
these details before, Jenny realized, but now she felt amazingly calm.

She turned her attention back to Kate, who seemed now to have made up her
mind. Jenny's heart soared as the redhead leaned over April, removing her
blindfold and repeating the same motions with the collar and leash. Jenny
wanted badly to look into April's eyes, to see what she was feeling, but for
some reason she felt that she shouldn't. They were to be separated now, at
least for the time being.

One by one the seniors stepped forward and made their choices. One by one
the freshmen were allowed to see the scene around them, to understand that
they were now, in a sense, property. The final pairing consisted of Corinne, a
senior who looked like she could have been Alexis White's daughter, and
Maura, a red-haired freshman who looked like--and was, in fact--Kate's
younger sister.

"Alright," said Miss White, "juniors and sophomores, you are dismissed."
The twenty girls filed out dutifully. "Seniors," she continued, "these freshmen
are yours to do with as you please. Good night."



Chapter 8

Once Miss White had left the room, Kristin helped Jenny to her feet and led
her into the hallway, walking briskly and pulling Jenny along by her leash.
They climbed four sets of stairs in silence before finally coming to a heavy
wooden door, which Kristin opened and guided the younger girl through.

Kristin's room was huge, more like a hotel suite than a dorm room. Two
walls were occupied by large windows, and through them there was a
wonderful view of the campus. A full moon hung in the sky, dusting the room
with cool gray light. Kristin dropped the leash and walked over to the far
corner. "One of the perks of being president," she said, nodding. "Room with
a fireplace."

She began to build a fire as Jenny stood there shivering, partly because it was
cold, and partly because of the strange mixture of fear and anticipation she
was feeling. Here she was, naked and tied at the mercy of a girl, after all, she barely
knew. She had no idea what Kristin had in store for her. Images flashed
through her head of things she might be forced to do--things that, deep down,
she hoped she *would* be forced to do.

Once the fire was crackling, Kristin walked over and took Jenny in her arms,
rubbing her sides to warm her up. Jenny nearly fainted from pleasure at the
feeling of Kristin's warm body pressed against hers. She smelled wonderful,
and because she was so much taller than Jenny, her breasts were against
Jenny's neck; they felt hot, much hotter than body temperature.

When she was satisfied that Jenny was warm, Kristin led her over to the bed
and had her sit. Then she crouched down in front of the freshman and looked
into her lovely eyes, wide with an endearingly innocent confusion. "Jenny, you
have no idea how I've looked forward to this moment. Ever since the first
moment I laid eyes on you, I've wanted you. I pretended to think about my
choice earlier just to be dramatic. I knew all along that it would be you. I
think you're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen, and the more I get to know
you, the more I like you. We're going to have a lot of fun together this year."

She leaned forward and kissed Jenny on the mouth, hard. Unlike with April,
Jenny didn't resist. Somehow the fact that she was a servant, that she had no
choice, made it OK. Far from resisting, she kissed back eagerly, and before
she knew it her tongue and Kristin's were doing a little dance inside their
joined mouths. Jenny's nipples tingled and her sex moistened. This was so
bad--and so good.

After several long minutes, Kristin broke off the kiss and pushed Jenny onto
her back on the bed, her bound hands beneath her. She straddled the
freshman and leaned down to push her tongue into one ear, then the other.
Jenny squirmed delightfully under her. She licked her way down Jenny's neck,
grinning to herself because she could smell the evidence of the younger girl's
arousal. Kristin wanted to take this slow, but she was being overcome by lust
now. She wrapped her hands around Jenny's breasts and began to eagerly
devour them, sucking and then biting down on each nipple in turn.

Jenny gasped. Kristin's warm, wet mouth on her nipple was exquisite in a
way that made tears form in Jenny's eyes, and when she bit down, the mixture
of pain and pleasure made the tears start to flow. Kristin kissed her way
down to her captive's navel, sticking her tongue into it as her hands held
Jenny's hips. Then she nuzzled her nose into Jenny's pubic hair, savoring the
musky scent that was emanating from underneath. She wanted badly to dive
right in, but she decided that Jenny needed to wait a little longer. So she ran
her tongue along Jenny's hips and down the outsides of her thighs, and when
finally she couldn't stand it a second longer, she put her hands on Jenny's
knees and spread her legs as far as they would go.

Jenny closed her eyes and arched her back. She couldn't believe what was
happening to her. A little voice inside her was telling her that this was
terribly, terribly wrong; but it was drowned out by the screaming desire of the
animal within her that Kristin had awakened. She knew that what was about
to happen was a terrible sin...and she wanted it more than she'd ever wanted
anything in her life.

Kristin looked up at Jenny's face; the eyes were closed in bliss, the mouth in a
perfect "O." She ran her finger across the surface of Jenny's slit; it made a
sweet little squishing sound. Jenny was incredibly wet; the juice was running
down the insides of her thighs, so Kristin leaned over and tasted it. Jenny
groaned and went stiff.

Kristin adjusted her position so that she was kneeling on the floor between
Jenny's legs, which she pulled up onto her shoulders. She teased the younger
girl for as long as she could tolerate by kissing and nibbling her inner thighs
before finally opening Jenny with her tongue.

When Jenny yelled "Oh my God!", it was the first time she'd spoken since
taking the Oath of Obedience. The world disappeared for her now. Everything
was pure white light as Kristin stuck her tongue deeper into Jenny's pussy,
then ran it gently across her clitoris. Jenny shook and moaned. Kristin tasted
every inch of her, returning now and then to lick, then bite, her engorged clit.

Kristin stretched the process out for as long as she could, and when Jenny
finally came--was it five minutes later, or five hours?--it was apocalyptic. She
screamed and howled and called for Jesus. But Kristin didn't let up. The best
thing about being a girl, she reflected, is multiple orgasms. Using all of her
considerable skill, she made Jenny come three more times--each time with
more and louder histrionics--before crawling into the bed beside her. She
untied Jenny's hands and pulled a sheet up over the two them. Kristin gazed
down into the moonlit beauty of the face beside her. Sweet little Jenny, utterly
exhausted by the pleasure she'd experienced, was fast asleep.