u/JessicaShackled

Lila is on her first day of pledging to join a sorority - not as a sister, but as their slave. Reese and Victoria, two members of the sorority with wildly different approaches to training a slave, will put her through both pain and pleasure to ensure that she has what it takes to become a sorority slave.

Reese produced a pair of metal handcuffs from a drawer. The steel felt cool and heavy as Reese fastened them around Lila’s wrists in front of her. The click of the ratchet mechanism sent a shiver down her spine. She had never worn anything like this. The cuffs sat snug against her skin and restricted her movements without cutting off circulation, but every small shift reminded her of their presence. She tested the limit of the short chain between them, and a strange thrill mixed with the embarrassment of being handcuffed in front of half a dozen strangers. She had fantasized about restraints like these in private moments, but the reality felt far more immediate. The weight. The faint metallic sound when she moved. The knowledge that she had no way of removing them.

Lila lowered herself to her knees on the cool tile. The summer dress rode up her thighs. She dipped the cloth into the soapy water and began to scrub. The handcuffs made the task slow and clumsy, but they also added a certain spice to the simple chore.

A girl approached from behind. Her soft hand rested on Lila’s lower back. Fingers traced the curve of her hip through the thin fabric. “Look at her,” the sister said. “Already on her knees like a good little pledge. God, I’ve missed having a house slave since Violet and Rose graduated.”

Another hand joined the first. This one belonged to a taller sister with dark curls. She squeezed Lila’s ass firmly, then delivered a sharp smack. The impact stung through the dress. Lila gasped. Heat spread across her skin. She kept scrubbing, but her movements faltered. The handcuffs clinked softly with each stroke of the cloth.

Reese crouched beside her. Her fingers brushed a strand of red hair behind Lila’s ear. “You are doing well so far,” she said. She leaned closer. Her breath warmed Lila’s neck. “But you can do better. Raise that ass a little higher. Show us how much you enjoy your new role.” Reese encouraged Lila with a gentle stroke along her spine. The touch felt electric. Soft. Welcoming. Lila’s body responded despite the audience, despite the voices in her head telling her that the situation was beyond ridiculous.

Victoria watched from the edge of the kitchen. She did not join the others at first. When she finally moved, she stepped behind Lila and delivered a harder spank, much harder than the playful impacts from the others. The sting bloomed sharper this time. Lila flinched. A small whimper escaped her.

“Pathetic form,” Victoria said. Her voice carried a cruel edge. She grabbed a handful of Lila’s red hair and tugged her head back. “You will have to learn proper posture if you wish to stay.”

The pull exposed Lila’s throat. Victoria’s other hand slid down her front. Fingers traced the neckline of the dress, then dipped inside to pinch a nipple through the bra. The sharp twist sent a sting of pain and unexpected pleasure through Lila. She bit her lip. Victoria released her hair and delivered another smack, this one even harder than the last. The sound echoed in the kitchen.

More sisters gathered. Hands roamed over Lila as she tried to keep cleaning. One sister knelt beside her and kissed her neck. Soft lips trailed down to her collarbone. Another reached under the dress and squeezed her thigh. Fingers brushed against the damp fabric of her underwear. Lila’s breath hitched. The touch felt invasive yet thrilling. She had never experienced anything like this, and the combination of humiliation and gentle caresses left her mind spinning.

Reese remained close. She slipped a hand between Lila’s legs from the front, and her fingers pressed against the growing wetness there. “You are enjoying this more than you’re probably willing to admit to yourself,” she whispered. She rubbed slow circles through the underwear, and Lila rocked against the touch despite herself.

Lila looked up to see Victoria watching with a faint smirk. She delivered another hit to Lila’s ass, then reached around to pinch Lila’s nipple. The dual sensations, pain from Victoria and pleasure from Reese, left Lila trembling. A sister behind her pulled the dress up higher, exposing more skin. Cool air brushed her ass. Another smack landed. Then soft lips kissed the reddened spot. The contrast made Lila dizzy.

It’s too much. Her mind became hazy, but even if her mind screamed for her to run away, to leave, her body was unable to tear itself away from the flood of arousal tearing through her.

The kitchen activity continued around them. The girls finished preparing dinner while they toyed with Lila. One poured wine and offered a sip to Lila from her own glass. The liquid tasted rich on her tongue. Another sister kissed her deeply. The kiss lingered, tongues meeting in a slow exploration that left Lila breathless. She was just a toy for them to use for entertainment, but she would be lying if she said she was not getting something in return.

Victoria tugged Lila’s hair again. “Do not come yet,” she ordered. “You have not earned that privilege.”

Lila whimpered. The denial only heightened the building pressure. Fingers plunged deeper. A thumb circled her clit. Another sister sucked on her neck, leaving a mark. Hands groped her breasts, squeezing and pinching. She fought the urge to let go, as Victoria had commanded, but the struggle just made everything more intense.

Reese kissed her. The kiss started soft and turned demanding. Her tongue explored Lila’s mouth while her fingers maintained their rhythm between Lila’s legs. Lila kissed back. The act felt natural in the moment. Her earlier protest about not being lesbian faded under the onslaught of touch and the welcome intimacy and comfort in Reese’s kiss.

Victoria delivered one final, stinging spank. “Enough for now,” she said. She stepped back, satisfied with the flush on Lila’s face and the tremble in her limbs.

Reese withdrew her hand slowly. She brought her fingers to Lila’s lips. “Taste yourself,” she said.

Lila stared at the shiny fingers for a bit before taking them in her mouth. The flavor coated her tongue. Humiliation burned through her, but so did a deep, aching need. She had never felt so exposed, so wanted, so completely at the mercy of others. The handcuffs added to the experience of helplessness and submission, and she wanted more even as the shame flushed her cheeks.

“Dinner is ready,” a girl shouted from her place near the stove.

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