Sadistickler1
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Jill’s Sorority trouble
By
Sadistickler
She was a beautiful brunette. Her hair cascading down the center of her back, gently blowing across her shoulders in the breeze. She had the tan porcelain face of an angel. Her eyes were a deep, sea blue, her mouth, a natural ruby red, with that wonderful pouty lower lip. She possessed a cute little upturned nose and the combination was amazing. Her body, well, what can one say? She was a goddess. Straight squared shoulders, perky breasts with a good heft and they stood out, not saggy. Her waist was slender and her stomach was defined and tight with some muscle. She had generous hips, but not too wide. Her butt would feet perfectly in the palm of your outstretched hands. Her legs were, long, lean, and muscular, accented well in high heels. She even had sexy feet. Medium sized toes, painted a fiery metallic red, high arches, and slender ankles.
She was a freshman in college and was a freshman sorority pledge for Gamma Alpha Gamma or G.A.G. As many have called it. Every year right after pledge rush week, the girls of GAG have a ritual or as some call it a hazing for the new pledges. Now everyone knows hazing is completely illegal, so due to my wonderfully unique idea and help, the ritualistic tradition continues .Its completely harmless and causes no pain, but it can be extremely uncomfortable and many who go through the ritual don’t make it.
The girl described above, is named Jill Carey. I’ve seen her around campus several times, and she just swept me off my feet with her beauty and innocence. I’m a student also, but I’m a very popular senior, and couldn’t even think about dating a lowly freshman, but I was obsessed with this girl. I found out everything I could about her from my many contacts around campus and that’s how I found out she was pledging with G.A.G. sorority. I think my wildest fantasy is about to come true with Jill.
September 13th, on a Friday of all things, was the date of the “Ritual” at G.A.G.I was a key character in this year’s ritual. I was introduced as the “Game Master” during the ritual. I was draped in a black hooded robe and my face was masked with a Ninja style mask showing only my eyes. I wore black grease paint around my eyes, and pale white on my hands and exposed parts of my arms. I also applied fake nails painted black to my fingers as well. It all gave an eerie effect to my character. I didn’t come into the picture of the ritual until later in the evening, but the girls of G.A.G. made references to the “Game Master” all through out the day, keeping their curiosity peaked.
The whole day the sisters catered to the new pledges’ every need. They were pampered, and spoiled wit everything. They were bathed, subjected to stimulating back and body rubs with wonderfully scented oils. They had fresh pedicures and manicures, and their finger and toenails were all painted alike with a vibrant ruby red pearl color. The whole day the pledges were relaxed and put on a pedestal so much they thought they were in heaven.
At precisely 9:00 pm. The pledges all came out wearing identical shimmering red silk panties and red low cut lacy silk bras that hooked in the front. They all wore matching 5-inch high-heeled pumps accenting their legs and ankles really well. All the pledges looked like they just walked off the stage of the miss America pageant.
They were all marched downstairs into the basement of the sorority house, which was dimly lit, by dozens of candles. The basement was decorated in a gothic theme and looked eerily like a dungeon of some middle-aged castle. (My design of course).
On both outside walls there were a row of six sturdy folding tables with two sets of straps like they use in psych wards for restraining violent patients.
At the front of the room on a platform was a single table draped with a purple tapestry adorned with gold trim. The two sets of straps on this table were decorated with what looked like rubies and diamonds.
The thirteen pledges were lined up in two rows, each one in front of a table and were told to put their hands behind their backs and not to move. One pledge didn’t have a table, so she stood just to the side at the very end. Then the pledges were told the “Game Master” was about to arrive. At this cue, I counted to 30 and exploded a flash smoke bomb into the entrance of the room. As the smoke cleared it looked as if I magically just appeared out of thin air! The pledges all screamed and jumped from the sudden appearance of me. The sisters all marched in single file wearing red satin hooded robes and red high heels. They stood in front of a single pledge and just stared at them.
I slowly started walking down the aisle and stopped in front of each girl, inspecting her every feature. One girl giggled down the aisle and was yelled at by the sorority president for silence. As I finished inspecting the last girl, I walked back up to the front of the room and turned facing the whole room. The sorority president walked up and stood next to me facing all the pledges. She was wearing a white satin robe, the sign of purity and innocence.
After a few minutes of silence as the girls all calmed down, the president addressed the group.” Sisters and pledges, we are gathered here tonight to perform the sacred Gamma Alpha Gamma ritual. Those pledges who can successfully pass the ritual will become new members of the Gamma Alpha Gamma sorority, and we will welcome each of you as our sisters with open arms and hearts. Those pledges that do not make it through the ritual will be cast back into everyday society as failures and the downtrodden. This ritual helps us find just the perfect girls who are truly worthy to become members of Alpha Gamma Alpha. We look for strength of character, a hearty constitution, bravery, and most of all excellent endurance abilities. If anyone here doesn’t feel that she could endure the game, you can leave right now with your dignity intact.” No one moved, but all the girls looked around, and seemed a little edgy and very nervous. “All right then,” continued the president,” Let the game begin. All pledges, you will lie on the table on your backs with your arms high above your heads and your feet spread wide to the corners of the table so the sisters can strap you in. Now, as you well are aware, there are only 12 tables before you. One lucky girl will be hand picked by the “Game Master” to have the privilege of lying at the head table. This is a great honor, and whomever he picks should feel special that they are the sole girl out of all of you to be picked. You should feel revered. Game Master? Who is your chosen one this year?”
I said in a booming authoritative voice,” Jill Carey is the chosen one.” I watched her nervous reaction as she was guided up to the front table by one of the sisters. The sister and the president herself helped Jill sit on the table. Then they backed up and bowed deeply to her. Jill smiled a little at this and lost some of her nervousness.
At a snap of fingers from the president, all the sisters helped each of the pledges onto their tables and began to strap them down tightly. First they strapped their ankles to the corners of each table at one end, and then they pulled their arms up tight over their heads and strapped their wrists tightly. After this was done, the president herself walked up to each one, and adjusted and tightened the straps so each pledge was pulled tightly by the wrists and ankles making their whole bodies taut and very much immobile. The pledges began to pull and strain at their restraints, but found out quickly that they couldn’t move more than an inch or so.
I could sense the anxiety in the room as the pledges all wondered nervously what was going to happen to them during the “Game”.
The president walked back up to the front where Jill was lying on the head table and began to strap her wrists and ankles personally. After she finished strapping Jill down tightly, I produced a quarter and bounced it off of Jill’s tight taut, belly. It bounced a good inch or so. Jill giggled nervously under her breath.
The president turned around facing the crowd and said, ”Pledges, tonight will be one of the longest grueling nights of your life. It will be a night you will always remember as long as you live. You are going through the same ritual as we all have and thousands before us. If you want to be a Gamma Alpha Gamma sister like we are, you will have to endure the same ritualistic tortures and torments as myself and all my fellow sisters you see here tonight have endured. We all survived, and so can you. But only if you have the drive, determination, and the will to overcome and succeed. I promise none of you will be hurt, you will feel no pain, other than the tight restraints of your wrists and ankles holding you down. Now, if any time during the ritualistic game, you want to quit because you’re a pathetic little wimp and aren’t willing to put your petty little discomforts aside for the sake of the best sorority in the country, then you just go ahead and QUIT! All you have to do is say; I’m not fit to be Gamma Alpha Gamma! You will be released and escorted out of the sorority house immediately with just what you are wearing right now. Getting home will be entirely up to you to figure out. Anyone left at dawn that hasn’t quit will become a welcome member of this sorority. The game will last from 10:00 until dawn, which is about 6:00 am. During this game you will be given a five-minute break to compose yourselves every hour on the hour. Then you will resume the game. Unfortunately do to time constraints, you will not be allowed to be released from your bonds until dawn. So I hope everyone took a pee before the ritual began, or we might have a few accidents.”
Some of the pledges giggled and others sighed after hearing that last bit. It should be a very interesting evening.
I opened my bag and as the sisters lined up down the aisle, I said in an evil voice,” Sisters, come forth and receive your instruments of torture and torment!” Each sister approached me one at a time and I handed them two white, turkey feathers each. As they walked away down the aisle, they held the feathers high in their hands like a trophy and marched back down the aisle to their respective pledge’s table. As they walked parading the feathers, I heard the pledges all gasp and start to whimper under their breathe as they realized what form of torture the ritual game was all about.
After all the sisters were back in place I handed two white feathers to the president, and took two for myself. We looked down at Jill and smiled. Her eyes were as big as saucers and her mouth was wide open.
“Sisters, remove all clothing for the feather dance.” Said the president. They proceeded to unhook the front close bras and pulled them from under the pledges. Then a pair of scissors was handed down, sister to sister, and they cut off the red panties leaving each pledge completely naked and feeling so very vulnerable. The sisters simply discarded the bras and panties onto the floor in the center of the aisle.
I walked slowly up and down the aisle, inspecting each and every girl on both sides of the room. I started chuckling evilly as I knew their fate was now in my hands. I walked back up to the head table and peered closely into Jill’s eyes and said, ”My dear, girl, would you happen to be TICKLISH?”
Jill started begging and pleading immediately, ”No! Please don’t tickle me! Anything but THAT! You have no idea what that does to me! Please, don’t! I’ll go INSANE! I hate to be tickled! I can’t stand it! I’m Very, VERY TICKLISH!”
Part 2 soon to come.(Sorry, no tickling just yet, but I wanted to set it up for the coupe de Grace'! It will be worth the wait.)
Sadistickler
By
Sadistickler
She was a beautiful brunette. Her hair cascading down the center of her back, gently blowing across her shoulders in the breeze. She had the tan porcelain face of an angel. Her eyes were a deep, sea blue, her mouth, a natural ruby red, with that wonderful pouty lower lip. She possessed a cute little upturned nose and the combination was amazing. Her body, well, what can one say? She was a goddess. Straight squared shoulders, perky breasts with a good heft and they stood out, not saggy. Her waist was slender and her stomach was defined and tight with some muscle. She had generous hips, but not too wide. Her butt would feet perfectly in the palm of your outstretched hands. Her legs were, long, lean, and muscular, accented well in high heels. She even had sexy feet. Medium sized toes, painted a fiery metallic red, high arches, and slender ankles.
She was a freshman in college and was a freshman sorority pledge for Gamma Alpha Gamma or G.A.G. As many have called it. Every year right after pledge rush week, the girls of GAG have a ritual or as some call it a hazing for the new pledges. Now everyone knows hazing is completely illegal, so due to my wonderfully unique idea and help, the ritualistic tradition continues .Its completely harmless and causes no pain, but it can be extremely uncomfortable and many who go through the ritual don’t make it.
The girl described above, is named Jill Carey. I’ve seen her around campus several times, and she just swept me off my feet with her beauty and innocence. I’m a student also, but I’m a very popular senior, and couldn’t even think about dating a lowly freshman, but I was obsessed with this girl. I found out everything I could about her from my many contacts around campus and that’s how I found out she was pledging with G.A.G. sorority. I think my wildest fantasy is about to come true with Jill.
September 13th, on a Friday of all things, was the date of the “Ritual” at G.A.G.I was a key character in this year’s ritual. I was introduced as the “Game Master” during the ritual. I was draped in a black hooded robe and my face was masked with a Ninja style mask showing only my eyes. I wore black grease paint around my eyes, and pale white on my hands and exposed parts of my arms. I also applied fake nails painted black to my fingers as well. It all gave an eerie effect to my character. I didn’t come into the picture of the ritual until later in the evening, but the girls of G.A.G. made references to the “Game Master” all through out the day, keeping their curiosity peaked.
The whole day the sisters catered to the new pledges’ every need. They were pampered, and spoiled wit everything. They were bathed, subjected to stimulating back and body rubs with wonderfully scented oils. They had fresh pedicures and manicures, and their finger and toenails were all painted alike with a vibrant ruby red pearl color. The whole day the pledges were relaxed and put on a pedestal so much they thought they were in heaven.
At precisely 9:00 pm. The pledges all came out wearing identical shimmering red silk panties and red low cut lacy silk bras that hooked in the front. They all wore matching 5-inch high-heeled pumps accenting their legs and ankles really well. All the pledges looked like they just walked off the stage of the miss America pageant.
They were all marched downstairs into the basement of the sorority house, which was dimly lit, by dozens of candles. The basement was decorated in a gothic theme and looked eerily like a dungeon of some middle-aged castle. (My design of course).
On both outside walls there were a row of six sturdy folding tables with two sets of straps like they use in psych wards for restraining violent patients.
At the front of the room on a platform was a single table draped with a purple tapestry adorned with gold trim. The two sets of straps on this table were decorated with what looked like rubies and diamonds.
The thirteen pledges were lined up in two rows, each one in front of a table and were told to put their hands behind their backs and not to move. One pledge didn’t have a table, so she stood just to the side at the very end. Then the pledges were told the “Game Master” was about to arrive. At this cue, I counted to 30 and exploded a flash smoke bomb into the entrance of the room. As the smoke cleared it looked as if I magically just appeared out of thin air! The pledges all screamed and jumped from the sudden appearance of me. The sisters all marched in single file wearing red satin hooded robes and red high heels. They stood in front of a single pledge and just stared at them.
I slowly started walking down the aisle and stopped in front of each girl, inspecting her every feature. One girl giggled down the aisle and was yelled at by the sorority president for silence. As I finished inspecting the last girl, I walked back up to the front of the room and turned facing the whole room. The sorority president walked up and stood next to me facing all the pledges. She was wearing a white satin robe, the sign of purity and innocence.
After a few minutes of silence as the girls all calmed down, the president addressed the group.” Sisters and pledges, we are gathered here tonight to perform the sacred Gamma Alpha Gamma ritual. Those pledges who can successfully pass the ritual will become new members of the Gamma Alpha Gamma sorority, and we will welcome each of you as our sisters with open arms and hearts. Those pledges that do not make it through the ritual will be cast back into everyday society as failures and the downtrodden. This ritual helps us find just the perfect girls who are truly worthy to become members of Alpha Gamma Alpha. We look for strength of character, a hearty constitution, bravery, and most of all excellent endurance abilities. If anyone here doesn’t feel that she could endure the game, you can leave right now with your dignity intact.” No one moved, but all the girls looked around, and seemed a little edgy and very nervous. “All right then,” continued the president,” Let the game begin. All pledges, you will lie on the table on your backs with your arms high above your heads and your feet spread wide to the corners of the table so the sisters can strap you in. Now, as you well are aware, there are only 12 tables before you. One lucky girl will be hand picked by the “Game Master” to have the privilege of lying at the head table. This is a great honor, and whomever he picks should feel special that they are the sole girl out of all of you to be picked. You should feel revered. Game Master? Who is your chosen one this year?”
I said in a booming authoritative voice,” Jill Carey is the chosen one.” I watched her nervous reaction as she was guided up to the front table by one of the sisters. The sister and the president herself helped Jill sit on the table. Then they backed up and bowed deeply to her. Jill smiled a little at this and lost some of her nervousness.
At a snap of fingers from the president, all the sisters helped each of the pledges onto their tables and began to strap them down tightly. First they strapped their ankles to the corners of each table at one end, and then they pulled their arms up tight over their heads and strapped their wrists tightly. After this was done, the president herself walked up to each one, and adjusted and tightened the straps so each pledge was pulled tightly by the wrists and ankles making their whole bodies taut and very much immobile. The pledges began to pull and strain at their restraints, but found out quickly that they couldn’t move more than an inch or so.
I could sense the anxiety in the room as the pledges all wondered nervously what was going to happen to them during the “Game”.
The president walked back up to the front where Jill was lying on the head table and began to strap her wrists and ankles personally. After she finished strapping Jill down tightly, I produced a quarter and bounced it off of Jill’s tight taut, belly. It bounced a good inch or so. Jill giggled nervously under her breath.
The president turned around facing the crowd and said, ”Pledges, tonight will be one of the longest grueling nights of your life. It will be a night you will always remember as long as you live. You are going through the same ritual as we all have and thousands before us. If you want to be a Gamma Alpha Gamma sister like we are, you will have to endure the same ritualistic tortures and torments as myself and all my fellow sisters you see here tonight have endured. We all survived, and so can you. But only if you have the drive, determination, and the will to overcome and succeed. I promise none of you will be hurt, you will feel no pain, other than the tight restraints of your wrists and ankles holding you down. Now, if any time during the ritualistic game, you want to quit because you’re a pathetic little wimp and aren’t willing to put your petty little discomforts aside for the sake of the best sorority in the country, then you just go ahead and QUIT! All you have to do is say; I’m not fit to be Gamma Alpha Gamma! You will be released and escorted out of the sorority house immediately with just what you are wearing right now. Getting home will be entirely up to you to figure out. Anyone left at dawn that hasn’t quit will become a welcome member of this sorority. The game will last from 10:00 until dawn, which is about 6:00 am. During this game you will be given a five-minute break to compose yourselves every hour on the hour. Then you will resume the game. Unfortunately do to time constraints, you will not be allowed to be released from your bonds until dawn. So I hope everyone took a pee before the ritual began, or we might have a few accidents.”
Some of the pledges giggled and others sighed after hearing that last bit. It should be a very interesting evening.
I opened my bag and as the sisters lined up down the aisle, I said in an evil voice,” Sisters, come forth and receive your instruments of torture and torment!” Each sister approached me one at a time and I handed them two white, turkey feathers each. As they walked away down the aisle, they held the feathers high in their hands like a trophy and marched back down the aisle to their respective pledge’s table. As they walked parading the feathers, I heard the pledges all gasp and start to whimper under their breathe as they realized what form of torture the ritual game was all about.
After all the sisters were back in place I handed two white feathers to the president, and took two for myself. We looked down at Jill and smiled. Her eyes were as big as saucers and her mouth was wide open.
“Sisters, remove all clothing for the feather dance.” Said the president. They proceeded to unhook the front close bras and pulled them from under the pledges. Then a pair of scissors was handed down, sister to sister, and they cut off the red panties leaving each pledge completely naked and feeling so very vulnerable. The sisters simply discarded the bras and panties onto the floor in the center of the aisle.
I walked slowly up and down the aisle, inspecting each and every girl on both sides of the room. I started chuckling evilly as I knew their fate was now in my hands. I walked back up to the head table and peered closely into Jill’s eyes and said, ”My dear, girl, would you happen to be TICKLISH?”
Jill started begging and pleading immediately, ”No! Please don’t tickle me! Anything but THAT! You have no idea what that does to me! Please, don’t! I’ll go INSANE! I hate to be tickled! I can’t stand it! I’m Very, VERY TICKLISH!”
Part 2 soon to come.(Sorry, no tickling just yet, but I wanted to set it up for the coupe de Grace'! It will be worth the wait.)
Sadistickler
