Date: Tue, 12 May 2009 23:29:03 -0700 (PDT)
From: Adon Libere <adonlibere@yahoo.com>
Subject: Slave Girls of Alpha Beta Delta Chapter 15

Slave Girls of Alpha Beta Delta

By Adon Libere

If you read and enjoy, and would like to see the story continued, please
write me at adonlibere@yahoo.com.


Chapter 15


Over the next week, Jenny learned what it truly meant to be in demand. It was
open season on the freshman girls, and it seemed like every senior, junior,
and sophomore wanted a piece of her. She liked the attention and was
flattered to be desired, but after awhile her tongue was tired and her pussy
was sore. She eventually learned where to go when she was horny and where
to hide when she needed a rest. For instance, the freshman barracks was
never safe; the girls could be woken at any hour and were at the mercy of
anyone who cared to take the time to use them.

In the common areas of the house, decorum was maintained as long as the
front doors were open, which was until 10 P.M. on weekdays and 11 P.M. on
weekends. After that the doors were locked--late entry was facilitated by a
junior sentry who remained on duty till the wee hours--and some nights,
pandemonium broke out. And so it was that Jenny and two other freshmen
were washing dishes on Tuesday night when a group of sophomores burst in
and ordered them to strip. The dishes waited as the girls serviced each soph
in turn, kneeling on the kitchen's cold linoleum.

But it didn't stop there. Jenny was pulled away from the group by a tall junior
named Gina, who flung her onto a couch in the common living room and
mounted her for a hot and heavy 69. When Gina climbed off, Jenny was
spotted by an African-American senior named Clarissa. Clarissa hadn't had
Jenny yet, so next thing Jenny knew she was bent over the couch with her face
in freshman Rebecca's blond muff as Clarissa fucked her from behind.
Clarissa wanted to taste Jenny too, and she didn't get away without being
smothered for 15 minutes in Clarissa's sopping wet puss. When it was all
over, Jenny still had to go back to the kitchen and finish the dishes; no
excuses would be accepted.

When she finally made it to Kristin's room after midnight, she began wearily
to strip when Kristin called for her just to come to bed. She had a good idea
where Jenny had been, and her suspicions were confirmed when she noted
that Jenny smelled like girl juice from head to toe. Jenny confessed to being
exhausted, and Kristin patted her head sympathetically. "Things will calm
down a little after this week," she told the freshman. "And you can always
come here if you want. No one can touch you in this room unless I tell them
to. Besides, remember, there are a whole lot of people at this school who
would like to have your problems."

Jenny smiled sweetly, nestled into Kristin's arms, and very quickly fell asleep.
The next morning neither of them had class until the afternoon so they stayed
in bed for a good long time. At one point, Kristin mentioned to Jenny that
Saturday would be the day of ABD's fall open house. This was a major social
event for students campuswide, both male and female. Jenny was surprised to
learn that even the raging lesbians of ABD still enjoyed being pursued by
boys, and that some of them had boyfriends. "It's important for our status on
the campus," said Kristin, "and besides, most guys aren't so bad. The girls
are allowed to use their mouths or hands to get a guy off, but our pussies are
reserved for the Sisters only. In fact, one of the reasons ABD was founded was
because there had been an epidemic of campus pregnancies. This way,
there's no intercourse with men, and so no pregnancies. Getting pregnant
means you've broken the rules and are immediately expelled from ABD. It's
never happened since I've been here."

"Have you ever had a boyfriend?" asked Jenny.

"No, but when I was a freshman my senior, Jana, used to share me with her
boyfriend. He was a nice guy, and I always felt bad for him because Jana was
a gorgeous girl and he never got to fuck her. But he did get to watch two
beautiful babes going at it, and we used to go down on him together. So I
guess he did OK."

"Do you like guys?"

"I like some of them. It's possible I might get married and have kids some
day...or I might stick with women and still have kids...I really don't know. I'm
not thinking too much about the future. Right now I'm just enjoying being
with you and the girls." She glanced over at the clock. "Right now, actually,
I'd better get to class."

Kristin dressed quickly and left for class, kissing Jenny firmly on the lips.
Jenny showered and put on her own clothes, then started down the stairs
intending to head for Donovan Hall. But on the landing she was accosted by
Polly, a short, skinny sophomore who appeared to be of Chinese descent. "On
your knees, freshman," ordered Polly.

Jenny hesitated, afraid that she was going to be late for class. This infuriated
Polly, who got up in Jenny's face now, as intimidating as a four-foot-eleven,
95-pound girl can be. "Have you forgotten your Oath of Obedience?" Polly
screamed.

Jenny looked down at the floor, realizing immediately that she had made a
huge mistake. "No," she whispered.

"Turn around!" commanded Polly. "Hands on the wall!"

Jenny obeyed, hearing the sound of a zipper as Polly opened her backpack.
She just "happened" to have a ruler inside. Pulling Jenny's skirt and panties
down around her knees, she began to smack each of Jenny's buttocks in turn
with the ruler. Jenny yelped; Polly was surprisingly strong and the blows
really stung. Her ass turned bright red and she clenched her teeth each time
the ruler whistled through the air.

After maybe a dozen blows on each cheek, Polly again ordered Jenny to her
knees, and this time she scrambled to obey. Polly quickly lifted her skirt and
peeled off her panties, standing over Jenny with a smirk on her face. "Eat
me," she commanded, and Jenny hastened to obey. She slipped a finger inside
Polly, who braced herself against the wall and pushed her pussy harder into
Jenny's face.

When Polly was satisfied, she slid her panties back on and smoothed her
skirt carefully, then smiled at Jenny as she resumed climbing the stairs.
Jenny's face and hands smelled like pussy now, but there was nothing to be
done; she had to get to class. Wiping her mouth on her sleeve, she stood up
and continued on her way.