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Kristin stood up and walked around the table to stand next to Miss White. They were a vision together, the raven-haired woman in black and the blonde in white. There was a new look on Kristin’s face now, one that Jenny recognized, though she didn’t know from where. Had she been more circumspect, she might have realized it was 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,” she said, 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 on 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 slid under the waistband of her panties and began to ease them down her legs. Again Jenny meekly allowed herself to be stripped, scarcely believing what was happening to her.
This was certainly not what she had expected. Again every sober instinct inside her was telling her to run, that she was now passing through a door that she’d never be able to walk out of. But she remained rooted in place, feeling a strange mixture of emotions as she realized that all the other freshmen must be standing nearby in a similarly exposed state. She could feel eyes on her naked body, and while it was an unfamiliar sensation, it was not an altogether unpleasant one.
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 Ankara bayan escort 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. Jenny 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. 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.
“Emma, 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 since she was still blindfolded, Jenny took the opportunity to drink in all the details of her naked body. Her breasts were 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 Emma inspected the merchandise available to her, 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 Emma, 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 Escort bayan Ankara see the scene around them, to see who they now belonged to. 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 — Emma’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 will. Good night.”
* * *
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 she barely knew. She had no idea what Kristin had in store for her. Images flashed through her head of things she might be made to do – things that, deep down, she hoped she would be made 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 fantastic, and because she was so much taller than Jenny, her soft breasts were against Jenny’s neck.
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 time 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 slave, 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. These sensations were new to Jenny — she was a little frightened of the power of what she was feeling, but exhilarated too.
After several long minutes, Kristin broke off the kiss and pushed Jenny onto her back on the bed, her Bayan escort Ankara bound hands beneath her. She straddled Jenny and leaned down to push her tongue into one ear, then the other. Jenny squirmed delightfully under her. Kristin 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 gently 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 her eyes, and when she felt Kristin’s teeth clamp down on her, the mixture of pain and pleasure made the tears start to flow. Kristin kissed her way down to Jenny’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 pelvis, 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 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 – her eyes were closed in bliss, her mouth in a perfect “O” – and ran one 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, after all, is multiple orgasms. And Kristin wanted Jenny to have an experience she’d never forget.
Using all of her considerable skill, Kristin 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 of 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.
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