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TROUBLEMAKER
Gloria looked through the peephole to see who was knocking on the
door. What she saw surprised her. Two men, one of them wearing a
police uniform, stood on the porch of the Gamma Pi Sorority house.
"Geez, it's the police!" she announced to the other girls as she
unlocked the door.
"Hello, can I help you?" she asked.
The man in plain clothes flashed a badge. "Detective Warner,
Atlanta PD. May I come in?"
"Sure." Gloria responded nervously. "I'm afraid I don't know
what's going on, though."
"Do you live here Ma'm?"
"Yes. This is a sorority house. There are 10 of us."
The detective held up a folded piece of paper.
"M'am, this is a search warrant. It means that we have the right
to search these premises. I hope you'll cooperate."
"S-search warrant!" Gloria gasped. "Why do you need a search
warrant? What are you searching for? Why are you doing this?!"
"I don't need to tell you this" the officer responded, "but we've
had a report that you've been keeping large quantities of cocaine
in the house and selling it at parties."
"Why, that's ridiculous!" Gloria gasped. "Nobody here uses
cocaine!"
By this time several of the other girls were standing around
Gloria and all were nodding their heads in agreement. A couple more
came down from their rooms when the word spread that something was
going on.
The detective and the police officer walked through the room.
They went to the different doorways looking at the adjacent rooms.
"Over here, Detective" the officer said, nodding his head towards
one of the rooms. "Is this your Meeting Room?" he asked the girls.
"Yes, why?"
Without answering, both men walked into the room. They looked
around purposefully and saw the fireplace on the adjacent wall.
They went up to it and the detective picked a vase with silk
flowers off the mantle. He pulled the flowers out and tipped the
vase upside down. An aluminum foil packet fell out into his hand.
He shook the vase and looked inside, then replaced it on the shelf.
The girls looked on in horror as he opened the packet, revealing
a plastic bag filled with a white powder. The detective opened the
bag, wet his finger and touched it to the powder. Touching the
powder to his tongue he said "Cocaine. Okay girls, where's the rest
of it?"
"Where'd that come from?!" the girls gasped, horrified. "That's
not ours!"
"If you don't tell us, I'll call for a backup and we'll search
the whole house. We'll find it. Make it easy on yourselves."
"But, that's not OURS!" one of the girls cried.
The uniformed cop stayed with the shocked girls as the detective
went outside to his car to call in. Twenty minutes later six men
from the Vice Squad showed up and began searching the house. They
went through every room, every drawer. They emptied drawers then
removed them completely looking for hidden packets. They went
through hampers, emptying dirty clothes onto the floor, to the
dismay of the occupants. They searched high and low for the better
part of two hours. When it was done they came up empty.
"You'll have to come in to the station with us" the detective
said to the house President, Joyce.
When they arrived at the station she saw Professor Griffin, the
President of Catherine Grace University, and Judy Rice, their
faculty advisor, sitting nervously waiting for them.
"Are you going to tell us who the coke belongs to?" the detective
asked.
"I TOLD you, it's not ours. None of the girls use cocaine and we
certainly don't sell it to anybody. I don't know how that got
there. I've never seen it before."
The detective picked up the bag, which had already been tagged,
then dropped it back onto his desk.
"There's only about $200 worth here. Not enough to imply intent
to sell, but mere possession is a serious crime. Now, are you going
to give me a name?" he glanced at the University President.
"Tell him. I don't want this to go any further than it has
already." he told Joyce.
"But I TOLD you, it's not ours!" she repeated firmly.
The detective eventually let her go back to the house. There was
no way to identify who the coke belonged to, and the amount was
relatively small. Professor Griffin, however, was enraged. He read
her the riot act outside the building and warned her that if there
were ever another report about Gamma Pi sorority he would close
them down instantly. He put them on probation on the spot.
When Joyce returned to the house and filled the rest of the girls
in they were mad as hell. Each one swore that the coke wasn't hers.
The way the cops went right for the meeting room and the vase
proved that they had been tipped off and knew exactly where to
look. This smacked of foul play. One of the girls, Sharon Mullen,
said that she thought she could find out who filed the complaint.
Her father had a lot of contacts on the Atlanta PD and she'd ask
him to look into it.
The next day Sharon called all the girls together. She had found
out that the complaint was filed by a girl named Elizabeth Cooper.
"Elizabeth Cooper!" several exclaimed. "Why that little shit.
That explains everything!"
Elizabeth Cooper was a girl who had until recently been a pledge
at the sorority. She had a lot of money and flaunted it, thinking
that her family's wealth would assure her entrance into the
sorority. The problem was that she was an asshole and had been
blackballed at the confidence vote the girls had a week ago.
"That bitch must have planted the coke and called the cops, just
to get us in trouble. I could kill her!"
"Take it easy Gloria, we're on probation. I'd like to smack the
bitch around a bit myself but if we do and she complains to the
University, this place closes down. I suggest we stay calm. We'll
find a way to pay her back. Big time. Just stay cool for now."
The others reluctantly agreed and went off mumbling about what
they'd LIKE to do to her if they could.
Two days later Joyce was up late studying. It was nearly 1:00am
and all of the other girls were asleep. The house was quiet. Joyce
could have sworn she heard some sounds from downstairs. At first
she was frightened, then she remembered the incident from earlier
in the week and her curiosity got the better of her. She had a
hunch what might be happening.
She lightly tiptoed down the stairs, being careful to avoid any
sound at all. The noises she had heard were coming from the Dining
Room. As she tiptoed around the corner she hid by the doorjamb and
peered inside. There was a person in there and by the shape she
could tell it was a female. The intruder was standing on a chair
and had a bowl in her hands that she had taken down from the top of
one of the cabinets. As she held the bowl in one hand she took a
plastic bag out of her pocket. Joyce could see that the bag
contained what looked like more cocaine and was perhaps three or
four times larger than the earlier bag. Now she had the bitch!
"What do we have here?" she said menacingly.
The intruder was startled and looked back. It was Elizabeth
Cooper alright! As she looked back she held the bowl in one hand
and the bag of white powder in the other. Just then there was a
flash of light as Joyce snapped a picture of her, capturing her
crime on film.
Before Elizabeth could react, Joyce reached inside and grabbed
the short rope on the brass dinner bell. It was normally used to
summon the girls to meals, but she clanged it hard now. In the
still house the noise was deafening. She could hear doors opening
and footsteps upstairs, along with shouts of "What the fuck's going
on?"
Elizabeth jumped down off the chair and tried to bolt out the
door but Joyce tackled her. Both girls went down struggling. Half
a minute later there were three other girls in the room and each
had their hands on Elizabeth. More girls showed up and they pulled
her, kicking and swearing, to her feet.
"There's our bitch!" Joyce sneered. As the other girls grumbled
she looked down at the picture that had popped out of the camera
and was developing before their eyes. There was no doubt that it
was Elizabeth in the picture. Her face looked startled as she
clutched the bag of powder in one hand and the bowl in the other.
The angle had been perfect, too, to catch the clock on the wall
showing 12:45 and the darkness outside the windows.
Several of the girls began shoving Elizabeth. Joyce did nothing
to stop them. They were mad as hell and had a perfect right to be.
"We're going to call the cops right now. We've got you, the
cocaine, and this picture. There won't be any question THIS time."
Elizabeth looked like a frightened deer and Joyce pressed her
advantage.
"I wouldn't worry about being kicked out of school. That's a
definite. What you should worry about is how long you're going to
spend in jail. Won't Mommy and Daddy like THAT!"
"No, no! Don't do that! Please!"
"Your name will be in the paper; there'll be a trial, you'll
certainly do some time and be labeled as an ex-con for the rest of
your life. So much for your career, huh?"
"Please, don't!" Elizabeth wailed. "I was mad 'cause you
blackballed me. I-I wanted to get even and... and... I don't know!
I don't know why I did it, but I'm sorry! Please don't call the
police!"
Joyce was smiling confidently and glancing at her sorority
sisters during Elizabeth's pleading. They all immediately seemed to
catch on to what she had in mind, and the returned smiles confirmed
it.
"Well, you've got to be punished for what you did. If we don't
call the cops, what else can we do?" Joyce asked innocently.
"I'll PAY you!" Elizabeth was shaking now. "I've got money. I-
I'll give you a thousand dollars if you'll give me that picture and
let me go."
"Always the rich bitch, huh Elizabeth? Rich and haughty. High and
mighty because of your money and your family. Always thinking that
you can buy your way out of anything with your money. Well, not
this time. Taking your money wouldn't hurt you. But I think taking
your pride will."
Elizabeth's eyes were wide with fear as Joyce motioned to Gloria
and Donna who were standing nearby.
"Strip her."
"W-what!!! No! Noooo!!"
Held tightly as she was by two others, Elizabeth began kicking as
Gloria reached down and grabbed her ankle to begin removing her
sneaker. She managed to kick Gloria in the face, which really
pissed her off. Without hesitating, Joyce stepped up to Elizabeth
and slapped her face very hard. Elizabeth flinched and yelped, but
Joyce slapped her again... and again. She slapped her face ten
times, very hard. Elizabeth was crying. Gloria then stood up, still
rubbing her own face from the kick she had received. She proceeded
to slap Elizabeth's face ten more times, even harder than Joyce
had. By the time she was finished Elizabeth was sobbing
uncontrollably.
"Kick me again, you bitch, and we'll beat the ever-living shit
out of you and THEN call the cops! Do you understand?"
Elizabeth's head hung low as she continued sobbing. Gloria
grabbed her chin between her thumb and first two fingers and lifted
her face up. Using her grip to shake the crying girl's face she
repeated her question.
"I said, do you understand!"
"Y-yes." Elizabeth choked out.
"Yes, what?" Gloria shook her captive's chin again.
"Yes-yes. I-I understand."
Without another word Gloria bent down and grabbed Elizabeth's
left ankle again, this time with no resistance. She untied the
clean white laces on the expensive sneaker and pulled it off,
revealing a foot encased in sheer nylon. Donna repeated the
procedure by removing her other sneaker.
Elizabeth had a pair of tight denim designer jeans on. Gloria
reached up and undid the broad black belt that encircled the tiny
waist. She then unbuttoned the jeans and slid the zippered fly
down.
"No... please. Don't do this to me." Elizabeth sniffed. "I'll pay
you anything you want."
Gloria raised her open hand menacingly towards Elizabeth's face
again. She gave her one more hard slap across the face, which
elicited a loud squeal from the unfortunate recipient.
Squatting back down she grabbed hold of the waistband of
Elizabeth's jeans and began tugging them down. They were very tight
and she had a little trouble getting them down past her hips, but
she kept tugging and eventually they came down. Elizabeth was
wearing pantyhose. Gloria and Donna each grabbed one of her legs
and began tugging the close fitting jeans down to her ankles. They
eventually pulled the jeans inside out as they tugged them
completely off.
Without hesitating Gloria grabbed the waistband of the pantyhose
and began tugging those down too. Again Donna helped with the other
leg and in short order the discarded pantyhose were tossed onto the
floor near the inside-out jeans.
Elizabeth began trembling as she again felt Gloria's hands on her
waist, this time grabbing the elastic band of her white panties.
"Ohhh... Gawwwwwd!" she moaned as she felt them pulled down
around her hips. Her blond pubic hair sprang into view as Gloria
left the panties there, at half mast so to speak. The crotch was
still stuck between her legs but the waistband was down on the
lower curves of her ass and upper thighs.
"A natural blond!" one of the girls snickered.
After the giggling stopped Gloria grabbed the waistband and
continued tugging the panties down. The crotch pulled out from
between her legs and soon the delicate underwear was being pulled
off her legs and tossed onto the growing pile. All Elizabeth had on
now was her blouse, bra, necklace and two rings. She was bare from
the waist down.
Joyce removed the rings and necklace and put them in a beer mug
on a shelf. As she was doing this Donna was unbuttoning Elizabeth's
pink blouse. When the last button was undone the two girls holding
Elizabeth helped her to remove her arms from the long sleeves. That
left her nude except for a lacy bra.
"Let's get it all off" Joyce ordered as Donna looked at her for
approval. Donna stepped behind Elizabeth and unclasped the bra. It
fell down in the front exposing a rather nice set of breasts.
`Perky' was the word that first came to mind. They weren't overly
large but the nipples were big and pointed upwards at an angle.
Again the girls helped her remove the straps from her arms.
Elizabeth Cooper was now nude in the dining room of the Gamma Pi
Sorority. As she was held by the arms and shoulders the sisters
pointed at her and laughed.
"Where's your money now, rich bitch?" they taunted.
"Got it hidden away somewhere? Should we look for it?"
"Maybe it's up your ass!"
They all laughed at her distress.
"Sit her down on the floor" Joyce ordered.
As they were doing this Joyce retrieved her camera.
"Now, you snotty little bitch, you're going to be punished for
what you did! But before we do it, I want to get a few snapshots
for the house's photo album. Sit up... Now spread your legs...
wider, you asshole... Okay, now I want you to play with yourself
and I want you to look up at me and smile."
"Noooo!" Elizabeth gasped. "Y-you can't DO that!!"
"Shut up, bitch. You do a good job at this and maybe we'll take
it easy on you. You screw up and we'll fuck you over real bad and
then call the cops. Now start!"
Elizabeth slowly placed her hand over her blond-furred mound.
Slowly she began rubbing... not very hard and barely noticeable.
"I said `jerk off', bitch! You want to do this someplace else?
Like maybe the boys' dorm? Get those fingers moving! And I thought
I told you to look at me and smile.
Sniffling, Elizabeth began rubbing faster. She looked up at Joyce
and forced a smile. The camera's flash caused her to blink her
eyes, but she continued rubbing at her pussy. In spite of herself
she felt it getting slippery. The camera flashed several more times
as she was photographed from different angles.
"Okay, now lean back a bit.. that's right... and bend your knees
outward. Good... wider... real wide. Okay now, smile for the
birdie!"
Joyce used up the rest of the pack of film photographing
Elizabeth on the floor jerking herself off. Elizabeth began
perspiring and there was a sheen on her forehead. Her breathing was
getting ragged! The little bitch was getting off! Just as she was
poised on the edge of orgasm Joyce focused the freshly loaded
camera on her again. She was waiting for the precise moment.
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As
Elizabeth stiffened and moaned Joyce snapped the shot, catching the
open-mouthed orgasm on her face, frozen for all to see.
As soon as Elizabeth finished convulsing, the girls all began
clapping and laughing. Elizabeth lowered her head in shame. It was
beyond words. Unfortunately for her, that little bit of degradation
was only the prelude. The sisters were pissed at her, REALLY
pissed, and they wanted to exact their vengeance on her helpless
nude body. But more than that, they wanted to rob her of her
pride...
"That was acceptable, for starters." Joyce said with a smug grin.
Now it's time for the spanking."
"Oh yeah!" voices around the room shouted their approval.
"Get up on your hands and knees... yeah, like that. Push your ass
out more... No, I don't like you down there. The angle's not right.
Let's see, hmmm... Climb up here on the couch. Get up there...
" Joyce's palm found Elizabeth's right buttock. The sting
surprised the nude girl and she gasped and jerked. She climbed up
onto the couch and knelt there, ass thrust out.
"No.... I still don't like that. You're not on display enough. I
know!.... Up here on the table!"
Elizabeth looked on in horror as a smiling Joyce patted a lamp
table. She held her breath as Joyce took the lamp off of it and
patted the wooden top again. It was right by the front window!"
"Come on... come on!" Joyce said impatiently.
Elizabeth had no choice. Quickly glancing at the mocking faces of
the other girls in the room she knew there was no help for her
there. The table was about three feet high and two feet square.
Elizabeth had a little difficulty climbing up and assuming the
position. Her hands and knees were only a foot apart as she managed
to perch on all fours on the wooden table top. She couldn't help
but glance out the window, which was right next to her.
"Please, close the blinds or turn off the lights!" she pleaded.
In response, Joyce opened the front door and walked outside. The
night was cool and clean. She stepped back in a moment later.
"Perfect!" she exclaimed. "I can see you all the way from the
sidewalk. Now, stick your ass out further. Dammit! Don't
make me mad now!"
Elizabeth did as she was told, trying hard not to let her
peripheral vision see the window. What if someone were walking by?
The sorority house was on campus so it would probably be frat guys
coming home from a date... maybe with their dates!
Elizabeth moaned in shame, but what she heard next stunned her
like a thunderbolt.
"Now, Miss fancy-ass. Since we can't decide who's going to give
you the spanking, you're going to do it!"
Several of the other girls gasped at this also. Most giggled.
"Reach back with one hand and slap your ass silly! Keep your
balance, and make each one HARD! Count out each one and tell us
you're sorry. Don't stop till we tell you."
Elizabeth just knelt there shaking. How could she do that? When
she saw all of the girls glaring at her she knew she'd better start
or it would go worse.
Hesitantly she reached back with her right hand. She lifted it up
over her right ass cheek. Taking a gulp of air she closed her eyes
and delivered a ringing slap to her white buttock. She couldn't see
it, but a fresh pink handprint appeared on the milky whiteness.
Elizabeth's skin was taut and fair. Although her ass was small, it
was quite round and a joy to behold. Had there been a boy in the
room he would certainly now be stiff as a pole.
"That's not good enough! Harder, you slut! And don't forget to
count and tell us you're sorry."
"One... I'm s-sorry" Elizabeth choked out. She raised her hand
again and delivered another harder slap on the exact same spot.
That was a mistake. It hurt like hell and caused her to gasp
slightly.
"Two... I'm sorry" Again came the slap.
"Three... I'm sorry"
The girls jeered at her and urged her to slap harder while she
self-administered ten hard slaps to her right ass cheek. She put
her hand down and started to reach back with her left hand.
"I didn't say to change hands, slut. What the matter? Beginning
to sting a little? What a wimp. Come on, ten more on the same
cheek. It's barely pink! Hit it harder this time!"
Elizabeth let a low sob escape as she resumed slapping her ass.
"Eleven... I'm sorry!"
"Twelve... I'm sorry!"
As she continued they ridiculed her.
"Turn your head and look out the window! I think you have an
audience! They look like freshmen! Maybe they're high school kids
sneaking around the girls' dorms. They do that a lot, trying to get
a peek. Smile!"
Elizabeth turned her face towards the window. Of course, with the
light on inside all she could see was pitch black, but she knew
that from outside she was lit up like a Christmas tree. If someone
were out there they'd be certainly getting an eyeful.. If someone
were out there...
Elizabeth turned her face back to the room in time to see the
camera's flash go off again. Joyce was taking more pictures. In
addition to jerking off on the floor they now had her kneeling on
a lamp table in the nude by the window. A couple more snapshots got
her actually spanking herself. As each one developed they held it
out for her to see. Each one was filthy, disgusting, and each one
was undeniably her.
"Okay, switch hands."
As Elizabeth put her right hand down and lifted her left, Gloria
took the opportunity to spread her knees further apart, thus
widening her ass. From the side you could clearly see her pubic
hair hanging down between her legs. Her tits hung too, but
maintained their round firmness. From the back, however, you could
clearly see her entire cunt. The light blond hair did nothing to
conceal the folds of flesh. Between her widely parted asscheeks was
a dark area where her asshole could easily be viewed. She looked
quite delicious, and the camera recorded her every shame.
After the tenth slap on her left cheek Joyce stopped her.
"Stop it! Stop it! You're doing it all wrong! What's wrong with
you, bitch? Don't you even know how to spank?"
She stepped closer to the quivering naked form crouched on the
table and placed her hand lightly on her back. Now THIS is the way
to spank!"
"Owww!.... Ow!!!!! AHHH..AH... OWWWWWW!!!"
Elizabeth jerked around on the table as Joyce slapped at her
defenseless ass. It was MUCH harder than she had been hitting
herself. Standing next to her, Joyce had much better leverage.
"That's it. Come down from there. Sorry, show's over boys..."
She waved at the black window. Elizabeth slowly climbed down and
stood before her, eyes downcast. Joyce slapped her across the face.
"I didn't say you were done, asshole. I said you were doing it
wrong!"
She grabbed a straight backed armless wooden chair and sat down
on it in the middle of the room. She looked directly at Elizabeth
and grinned meanly as she patted her lap.
"Get down here. Across my lap. I think you need to learn what a
real spanking is. You rich bitches are all alike."
Sniffling, Elizabeth walked over and began to stretch out across
Joyce's lap. It was a very unfamiliar and also very degrading
position to be in. Joyce was in her pajamas and nightgown. As
Elizabeth lay down across her lap Joyce grabbed her hips and
positioned her so that she was perfectly positioned. Wrapping her
left arm around the nude girl's waist to hold her tight she raised
her right palm and began slapping the already pink ass that was
pinned directly below it.
"Owwww!! Owwww!!!! Owwwww!!!" The cries rang out as she slapped
her over and over. They both lost count of the number, but it had
to be well over fifty when Elizabeth began sobbing out of control.
Still Joyce slapped her. Still the others cheered. On and on and on
it went. Elizabeth's sobs grew louder and she began thrashing
around, trying to get off of Joyce's lap. Donna knelt at
Elizabeth's head and held her shoulders down to keep her from
flopping off.
"This is what it's supposed to feel like! You're not getting off
with a few slaps on the ass and all is forgiven. You nearly had us
arrested! I spent a day at the police station! You tried to get us
kicked off campus. And then you snuck in here and tried to do it
again!"
Elizabeth's ass was crimson all over. A deep, uniform crimson.
After well over a hundred slaps Joyce finally stopped. Her own hand
was hurting like crazy and she was breathing heavily. She pushed
Elizabeth off her knees onto the floor then stood up. Elizabeth
immediately cupped her ass with both hands and curled into a ball,
sobbing. She turned on her side and sobbed as she held her ass,
trying in vain to ease the burning. Gloria looked down at her with
disgust in her eyes. She bent over, pulled at Elizabeth's
protective hands, and delivered three more fast slaps on the
reddened ass. Elizabeth shrieked, placed her hands over her ass
again, and flipped over on her back. One of the other girls reached
down with both hands and gave a vicious twist to both of
Elizabeth's large nipples. Elizabeth's hands now flew from under
her ass to cover her breasts.
"That's enough for now" Joyce said. "It's late and I'm tired.
We'll finish with her tomorrow."
Donna retrieved some clothesline from a drawer in the kitchen.
They forced Elizabeth up on her knees. They tied her legs together
tightly side by side at the ankles, knees and thighs. Her arms were
pulled behind her back and tied at her wrists and elbows. While the
others were doing this Joyce took Elizabeth's own belt and placed
it around her neck. She noted the position of the tang, removed the
belt, and made a small hole with a pointed knife. She replaced the
belt around Elizabeth's neck and placed the tang through the new
hole. It was now a black leather leash. They pushed her head down
till her forehead rested on the carpet, then tied a piece of
clothesline around the belt/leash, pulled it underneath her and
tied it to the cord around her ankles. This kept her in a head down
immobile position.
Gloria wasn't through. She took two black binder spring clips and
placed one on the tip of each nipple. This caused Elizabeth to
scream.
"Gag the bitch." Joyce ordered.
They rolled up her own panties and stuffed them in her mouth,
then tied a piece of clothesline around her head to keep them in
place.
One final touch. Donna came out of the kitchen with another girl,
laughing. She had a large raw carrot in her hand. When she got to
Elizabeth she looked down and grinned. She bent and inserted the
carrot tip into Elizabeth's prominently displayed anus. Twirling it
around she slowly slid it in, further and further, until only a
couple of inches plus the green stem were visible.
"Now you keep that there, bitch. If I find it missing in the
morning I'll whip your ass raw."
With that the girls decided to go back to sleep. They left
Elizabeth like that in the middle of the room. Joyce left the
lights on in the room, she said, `in case any of those high school
kids come around peeping in the windows tonight. At least they'll
have a good laugh...'
The next day was Friday. Most of the girls were up early. They
congregated around the tied nude form on the floor of their front
room while they drank coffee, chatted or ate cereal. There were a
lot of playful little slaps, especially from the other two pledges
in the house. They thought it was particularly amusing to have that
haughty bitch Elizabeth at their mercy. They had all been pledging
together but Elizabeth always acted like she was better than they,
an attitude that occasionally had earned all three of them
punishment in the form of extra work. Now they laughed as they
slapped at her helpless form. Her pale white skin and the still red
glow of her asscheeks were irresistible.
Before they had to go to school they untied Elizabeth. The two
pledges had to take her into the bathroom and supervise her as she
relieved herself and cleaned up. Once she was done they made her
get down on all fours and led her by her belt/leash back into the
front room.
Since nobody would be in the house most of the day while they
were at classes they decided that it would be better to secure
Elizabeth in a less open place. They made her crawl into the
laundry room on the first floor. This time they made her climb up
on top of the white clothes dryer. She had to sit there on top of
it, facing the wall, with her legs straddling the dryer.
Furthermore, they made her bend down and drape her head and arms
over the control panel on the top/back. They tied clothesline
around her right wrist, pulled it down behind the washing machine,
looped it around a pipe on the floor, then up to her right ankle.
They did the same to her left wrist and ankle. When pulled tightly,
this left her tied doing a wide split on top of the dryer, face
down with her head on the control panel. The downward pull on her
arms made her tilt forward and raised her ass a bit, while the huge
spread of her legs combined so that her clit was barely grazing the
white top of the dryer. They gave her a few pats on her widely
spread ass, giggled mischievously, then turned the dryer on. They
laughed as they could see the vibration of the machine barely
rubbing away at her clit. As usual, though, Gloria wasn't through.
She stopped the dryer, opened the door, and threw Elizabeth's
expensive sneakers inside. When she closed the door and restarted
the machine the girls were beside themselves with laughter as they
saw how the much larger and more random vibrations now rubbed more
insistently at the helpless nubbin of girl-flesh. Within minutes
Elizabeth started to moan and asked them to turn off the machine,
it was already starting to get to her! If it had been a uniform
tingling it would have been one thing, for she could have cum
quickly, but the random little rubs her clit now got were sheer
torture!
They giggled as they stood and watched her writhe, then set the
timer for two hours and left for school. No gag would be needed
because, even though she'd be howling in frustration for at least
two hours, nobody would be able to hear her...
Two hours later Gloria cut one of her classes and went back to
the house. As she unlocked the door she could hear the pathetic
moaning coming from the other room. Gleefully she tiptoed into the
laundry room. There was Elizabeth, exactly as they had left her.
Well, not exactly. Her hair was matted with sweat and her head was
thrashing back and forth. There was a puddle of juice under her
pussy from the countless times she had come close to orgasm. She
seemed to be saying something but the only words Gloria could make
out were `please' and `cum'. Gloria stood there and watched for
awhile as the dryer ended its torturous cycle and blessedly came to
an end. Elizabeth sobbed quietly as her head rested on the control
panel. Gloria watched her for another five minutes then
deliberately made a small noise. Elizabeth's head sprang up
reflexively and called out through her sniffles "Who's there? Help
me!"
Gloria chuckled and walked up to her. She ran her hand over the
now pink buns and said sweetly "It's only me. I didn't want you to
feel lonely or neglected."
She slowly moved her hand to the control panel. With her
peripheral vision Elizabeth could see her grasp the timer knob. A
small whimper of disbelief escaped her lips as she saw the hand
turn the time all the way back up to two hours again!
"Nooooooo! Noooooooooo! Noooooooooo!!!!" she wailed, pitifully,
shaking her head in denial and disbelief.
"Oh yes." Gloria said, then pushed the start button.
As the dryer started back up the clit rubbing resumed in earnest.
Elizabeth begged for all she was worth, but the laughter she heard
told her there'd be no mercy today. Gloria patted the jiggling
asscheeks tied so invitingly open before her and as she turned to
walk away she said "Today was just the warmup. Wait till you see
what we do to you tomorrow! You don't fuck with the girls of Gamma
Pi!"
With that she turned, walked out the front door, and closed it
behind her. She made a mental note to remember to come back again
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