THE SORORITY PARTY

Things were moving right along at the Delta Phi house.  Every area that required labor was now adequately staffed with slave labor.  Most of it was provided by live-in staff housed in the Servant’s Quarters.

Part time slaves were scheduled to serve giving the membership ample opportunity for personal use.  Based on experience there were always an adequate number of slaves available to serve the membership needs and desires at all time.  The Management Group girl in charge of the Attitude Realignment room this shift was Sandy Fellini.  She had scheduled three more part time slaves than the average knowing this evening would be busy.  The slaves were due in before 3:30pm and would remain until they were dismissed.

As the slaves arrived at the house they were taken downstairs to the Attitude Realignment room and made to strip naked. At precisely 3:30pm all the slaves were lined up for inspection.  They knew to stand at attention, head bowed.  Mistress Sandy to the slaves began going down the line checking each slave out, marking their charts of their attendance as ordered.  Delta Phi girls do not like to start their session with slave bodies marked from a previous session.   Sandy made sure there wasn't even a latent welt to be found.  She is one who enjoyed seeing her efforts show up as she applied them so it was easy for her to understand the girl's wishes.  When she had checked out each slave from head to toe one of her assistants donned a pair of latex gloves. One by one she spread their asses and fingered their rectums before inserting rubber nozzles into their assholes.  Another assistant hooked up the nozzles to Bardex enemas.  It took just minutes to fill each bowel to its capacity.  

Once their bowels were completely filled she had them to go the bathroom to relieve them-selves. After relieving them selves they were taken to the Servant’s Quarters shower room to take a quick three-minute shower.  Once they were dry, red leather collars were put on each slave's neck and locked.  Red leather is used for part time slaves, black for 24/7 live-ins.  In addition wrist and ankle cuffs were locked on.  A final touch added a cock and ball harness to their genitals and peel off numbers on their asses and upper arms. So far a standard procedure, 

The slaves were then led upstairs to a large multipurpose room on the first floor of the house.  It was lined with cages stacked two high.  Each slave was assigned to the cage that had his number on it.  This gave member girls not involved with this group an opportunity to observe the slaves and the goings on.  It also put the slaves on display to let the girls see them for future reference.  Most slaves found this innerving that girls would come up to look at them like they were animals in the zoo.

If a member girl wanted a closer look the slave had to comply.  A favorite was to make the slave lean onto his back, spread his legs so the girl could check out his genitals.  Some made the slaves lick their feet by shoving them into the cages.  The humiliation factor was very high during this period as most of the slaves were subject to ridicule either over the size of their penis or some other physical defect or what a girl decided to call a defect.

With the Attitude Realignment room empty the girls scheduled were shown around the room.  It had an amazing array of equipment all available to each and every girl.  It was pointed out that any slave not in use was in play.  They were handed ribbon loops that would fit over a slave's head with numbers on them.  It a slave was involved and a girl had a desire to use him when he was done she would drop her ribbon on his head.  She had him next.  The system always worked well.

To enhance Attitude Realignment room sessions several sissy slaves dressed in adorable red dresses with great ruffled petticoats & red heels were employed to serve the girls refreshments consisting of snacks and drinks of wide variety.  The favored beverage usually was white wine followed by beer.  The girls enjoyed putting on a buzz.  Everything seemed so much more fun if they did.

After exploring the Attitude Realignment room the girls went up to the room the slaves were caged in to make their own inspections.  This is where the sissy slaves began serving drinks and noshes.  A favorite sport was to reach down under one of the sissy slave's petticoats and grab his/her balls and give it a painful squeeze with the slave hoping he would not drop the tray of hors d'oeuvres. When the girls were done inspecting the lot of slaves assembled for their enjoyment, Mistress Sandy took them from their cage and installed a chain which was subsequently attached to another slave as he was taken from his cage and so forth until all the slaves were now lined up and attached to each other by a chain to their balls.

At this point, two slaves serving Mistress Sandy's assistants handed out sturdy 32" heavy leather training whips.  These whips were designed by Goddess Brenda and made by hand exclusively for the sorority.  They were unique in that they had a heavy plastic flexible but strong tube filled with Mercury as its core.  It is believed these whips are at least four times more painful than whips of comparable size and design without the Mercury core.

The slaves were lined up simulating a chain gang.  The girls were encouraged to use their whips on any errant slave or for any reason that possessed them.  "Sisters, these creatures are slaves, not pets.  They are livestock Delta Phi owns and uses for its members benefit and pleasure.  Consider them as what they know they are. They are things, animals, beasts of burden, playthings.  They are here for your use and pleasure which is why you are here isn't it?  To enjoy yourself using these things to accomplish that,

The slaves were then marched all around the first floor of the house while member girls called the names, laughed at their dilemma knowing what they were going to go through.  Some even spit at them to show their disgust at having to view them to begin with.  Cracks from the whips were beginning to be heard more frequently as the slaves were humbled before all these girls who were ridiculing them driven by several of their sorority sister who would enjoy them as the day progressed.

The following girls were the MISTRESSES the slaves would serve today.

When they entered the large living room several girls turned to see today's fun slaves being herded through the room.  One yelled out "Hi" to Dawn and Crystal who were keeping the slaves moving with their experienced whip lashes.  No one knew why one of their live-in sissy slaves, Eric, aka Erica, was bringing up the rear and no one cared.   Mandy was gritting her teeth, swinging her whip and leaving scarlet marks on the asses of all of the slaves.  When they saw her coming back up the line they moved extra quick to mitigate the pain from her well aimed slashes at them.  The girls were enjoying the embarrassment of the naked slave chain gang. 

Dawn began causing the slaves to spread out, stretching their balls not knowing how much pain this was causing to each individual slave but enjoying the reaction she got from the girls herding them.  Some of the slaves got wise and managed to work in unison with the one in front and back of them to ease it some.  At Sandy's signal Crystal and Dawn ordered the slaves to their knees.  It caused each slave to feel the strain of their chained balls being stretched even more.  The girls watching all of this were laughing at the slave's misery.  One girl commented, "They're only slaves.  What else do they expect?"  That brought howls from the other girls nearby.  .

Crystal ordered one of the two full time slaves serving the leaders to unchain the slaves' balls one by one.  The girls were all lined up in a loose row.  As each slave was released he was expected to grovel before each girl and introduce himself telling each girl how pleased he is to be a slave for her use today.  

When each slave had paid his respects to each girl the slave attending Crystal held a bowl filled with numbers.   One of the sorority sisters was asked to draw them to pair up slaves to Mistresses.  The first draw was for girl #1, Debbie.   Slave number 6 was drawn for her.  He would be her personal slave for the balance of the day.  It should be noted the girls could freely trade their slaves with other girls at will.  As a slave's number was drawn he was instructed to go to his owner and softly kiss her feet in such a way to make his new Mistress feel his submission to her. 

While many of the girls present had participated by giving five whip lashes when she had a turn to do so,  most had not felt the pleasure of a male larger and stronger than she to be groveling at their feet paying homage by placing his lips passionately and softly on her feet.  Debbie whispered to Mistress Sandy how wet she was getting.  Sandy smiled knowing this was just a beginning for her younger sisters.

Mistress Nicole pulled her slave (#7) to the middle of the room to demonstrate to her sorority sisters her power over her slave.  Mistress Sandy, Dawn and Crystal knew this would be a good start for all the girls to see.  There was always at least one very assertive girl in every group.  She had her slave stand up and look straight ahead.   First she moved his cock out of the way with one hand then pulled one of his balls down and twisted it as she squeezed it.  Without a sound the slave sank to his knees as his face screwed up from the pain.  She then put her foot on his back and just pushed him over onto the floor. Then she used the tip of her boot to lift his face up.  Everyone the message from her demonstration was very clear.  A males balls are the most sensitive parts of his body and could be made use of for both training and punishment and thus taken advantage of.

After Nicole's demonstration Shadow took her slave's head and bent it so he was staring at the ceiling but still on his knees.   She had done this before and wanted to show her sorority sisters in her group how easy it was especially when a girl has got to go.  She raised her miniskirt showing she had no panties on as well as her well formed mound and straddled his face.  "Open up slave.  I have to pee."  He did as he was told and she perfectly maneuvered her pussy onto his waiting opened mouth and let her piss flow.  The slave drank every drop and when she was finished he licked her pussy hair clean.   "Slaves make great instant toilets" she laughed.  Her sorority sisters applauded and so did a number of girls lounging around in the living room just taking it all in. She sat down and beckoned him to come to her expecting to be serviced.  "Eat me slave. I'll tell you when I am done using you."  She produced a cattle prod in her hand and with a broad cruel smile told the slave he had better satisfy her if he didn't want a few kisses from the prod.  "See, I have just turned it on and set it to high," she whispered to him loud enough for everyone to hear.  Then she teased him with the prod as she waived it in front of his face and stuck her tongue out licking her lips in anticipation of the slave eagerly bringing her to orgasm as many times as she wanted.   The slave went at it as if his life depended on it, something that was not too far from the truth.  Miss Shadow was used to getting her way and the slave sensed this as he brought her to multiple orgasms.  The other girls saw the opportunity for some very pleasurable minutes and had their slave follow suit.  The room had, if it could speak would say it had seen this before in the Delta Phi house.

Mistress Sandy watched as the girls were all enjoying their moments of power.  She suggested her assistants enjoy as well and Dawn and Crystal wasted no time sliding onto a couch and having their slaves for their use during this shift service them as well.  The aroma of pussy juice was everywhere.

As each girl had enough and pushed their slave away it came time for some organized games most of the girls like once they got into them.  The first event was called "Blind slave's buff" played with their Mistress' feet.  The game has each Mistress putting either one of her shoes in the middle of a circle on the floor.  The circle was made up of the slaves.  With the slaves blindfolded, each slave was required to service his Mistress' feet.  He was told he was to do it until he was ordered to stop.   When the order to stop came, the slaves were instructed to go find their Mistress' shoe in the pile of shoes in the center of the circle.  It was a sight to see as they crawled, or tried to, to the center of the circle to find their Mistress' shoe strictly from scent. 

The smarter slaves also had a pretty good idea what their Mistress shoe was like to double check.  They bumped into each other causing one or another to sprawl and lose their direction.  Dawn and Crystal kept them going by lashing them with their training whips as they scurried like dogs sniffing the floor for a hint of where to go.  If the slave got it right, he was allowed to replace the shoe, kiss her foot and then maybe she might fondle his cock or at least prod it with the butt of her whip. If on the other hand the slave failed he would kiss her feet and then was soundly whipped.   Goddess Brenda brought home to all the girls in the sorority the whip is a slave owner's best friend.  There are other friends but the whip is the best.  

As it turned out every slave failed miserably.    As a result, the slaves were ordered to their feet with legs spread wide apart while their Mistresses made good use of their new whips.  It should be noted the whips had extraordinary control built into its design so this allowed the girls to develop skills using them on very specific parts of the body.   They repeatedly flogged their slave's balls bringing the sounds of pain to them en masse.   When each girl was satisfied she had punished her slave sufficiently the girls were then instructed to mount their slave by straddling his back and ride him like a pony for a few minutes.

By now each slave should have caught on to his owner's smell which could come from her perfume, shampoo, shoes or whatever.  The girls rode their slaves like ponies around the room still blindfolded for about least 20 minutes.  The girls dismounted and stood in a line.  Each slave had to identify his Mistress strictly from her scent. As hard as they tried only one slave succeeded.   Erin's slave #1,  He was made to heel at his Mistress' feet while she leashed him then she sat down on a comfortable chair using him as a footrest while she watched her sorority sisters whip their slaves for their failures. 

The Delta house was generally a no smoking facility but it did have a smoking room on each floor.   Two girls from this group smoked.  They led their slaves to the nearby smoking room, reclined on an overstuffed sofa and sent their slaves for a cigarette for each and a book of matches.  Surely the slave who was assigned to this room today will get his ass thrashed as he took all the ashtrays either to clean or he forgot to bring them back.  The girls lit up and having no ashtray turned to their slaves.  "Open up slave tray," giggled Maureen.   Melissa gave her slave a swift kick.  "You too slave tray number 2."  The girls blithely smoked their cigarettes, occasionally deliberately blowing their smoke into their slave's face.  Maureen was ready to put hers out and came up with a neat way to do it without the benefit of a real ashtray.  "Open wide slave."  She was building a wad of saliva in her mouth.  "Now slave, do not swallow my gift."  With that she spit her wad into his mouth and quickly doused her cigarette in the moisture.  It sizzled but did not harm the slave's tongue.  Melissa followed suite.  "Clever sister,” When the two smokers rejoined the group they were trying to select a toilet slave.  Most of the girls were anxious to do this especially after seeing Nicole.  It got to the point each girl wanted them to choose her slave for the job.  The scuttle was slaves always got better after serving as a toilet slave for a night of their owner's revelry at a party.  Well this group had all the makings of a party.  They decided since it was an honor to the girls for their slave to serve the group, especially as a toilet slave it was agreed the winner of the previous event would be the one whose slave would be offered for service.  So it was that Erin's slave, #1 would be placed in the one of the toilets in the Attitude Realignment room for the girls to use as they wished or needed to.

Mistress Sandy had Erin leash her slave and lead him down to the Attitude Realignment room.  She explained how the three throne/toilets worked and let her take her choice which one she would put her slave into.  She pushed the button on the arm of the throne she selected and the bottom of the chair opened up.  She had the slave shimmy himself so his head was fully into the waiting cavern.  Once his head was oriented where it was supposed to be she pushed the button as Mistress Sandy had instructed her and the door closed leaving the slave helpless to do anything but just lay there ands take what comes.  Erin was not about to pass up an opportunity so she raised the outer seat revealing the toilet seat and the head of her slave staring up at her from the toilet bowl.  She quickly dropped her skirt and panties and lowered her very pretty ass onto the toilet seat and let a stream of piss pour onto the slave's face.  At first he was confused but as he tasted her yellow wine he thought it was great and began drinking what was by now on either side of his face.  He would try to catch it as it came down on him next time.  Erin sat there becoming angry.  "Slave…damn it.  Aren't you supposed to lick me clean?"  The slave leaped at the chance to lick her pussy and licked her and then some.  Erin didn't move until she came in his face.  "Great piss slave.  Best I ever had.  I like owning slaves."

Erin stood up, slammed the seat down leaving her slave in darkness and returned upstairs to see what was going on.  The slaves were all lined up on their bellies with their ankles cuffed together and their arms cuffed behind their backs.  This event was important for the girls because the winning slave's Mistress would have personal use of her slave for a 24 hour day of her choice.  One of their Mistress' shoes was placed in front of the slave's nose.  The object was for the slave to push the shoe across the finish line on the opposite side of the room before any other slave did.  The girls could try to drive their slaves to victory with their whips if they wished to.  The slaves had to slither to get any movement.  Erin was disappointed she had volunteered her slave for the toilet now that she knew what the prize was.  Crystal seeing her pot whispered to her if her slave endures two hours in the toilet she too will get to use him for personal use for any 24 hour period she chooses and for every hour he can make it she will get another 24 hours.  Her smile reflected her new found joy.  Her slave had better stay in there for a month if that would work.

The race began and the girls did not hesitate to use their whips to prod their slaves to try harder.  It was amazing how the slaves reacted to the scolding and the whips.  It was as if this was a big race like the Kentucky Derby.  These girls wanted to win.   Victoria, a slender brunette sophomore with shoulder length hair almost lost it when her slave crossed the finish line first.  When her excitement subsided she reached into her pocket and took out a slightly squashed Milky Way mini bar, stripped off the wrapper and gave it to her slave like a dog owner gives a treat to her dog.  The slave was grateful, not so much for the good tasting candy bar but that his owner rewarded him for his efforts.  He would be happy being her slave as her winning prize. 

The losers had no candy bars for their slaves.  Instead they lined them up body to body and began marching across their bodies, jumping up and down, kicking the slave's balls.  One girl said it all hoping each slave would take it to heart, "This is the loser's prize.  Got it slaves? Now you are nothing but dirt under our feet."

After the loser ceremony was over Mistresses Dawn and Crystal took the slaves down to the Attitude Realignment room.  Each slave was put in bondage of one sort or another.  Two were suspended just so the balls of their feet touched.  Others were shackled to the three horses.  Two ended up in the pillories.  Others on the crosses and the rest in ground stocks or chained to the walls.  Erin raised the seat where her slave was incarcerated until she decided to let him up.  He was in the toilet for nearly an hour. 

One more hour and she had him for a day.  Two more and it would be two days.  She couldn't hope for more than that.  For the fun of it she raised the toilet seat and straddled the toilet like a male and let her piss dribble down on her slave.  She could see he loved her piss.  No doubt she thought, slavery had its good points.  "Be a good toilet slave." and she lowered the toilet seat and slammed the cover seat down and sat on it.  She stretched her legs out.  Both slaves, those of dawn and Crystal were staring at them almost drooling.  This girl had million dollar sticks and all the slaves knew it and drooled looking at them.

Crystal took one slave who was completely shackled and virtually immobile and placed him at the stair bottom.  This was to please the sisters who may come down from time to time to watch.  They like inflict to some pain but do not want to interfere with the girls using the Attitude Realignment room for personal fun.  This allows them to dig their high heels into the flesh of the doormat laying there.  Even give him an occasional kick on the way back upstairs.  Many enjoyed decorating his body with painful clamps and clothespins. His Mistress placed a pair of her smelly panties over his face intoxicating the slave with his Owner's superior odors and scent.

These beautiful girls were enjoying the slaves to the fullest. Every girl was stripped down to her lingerie.  The sights and sounds of slaves being whipped, tortured and humiliated filled the room.  The girls moved from slave to slave, whip to whip, achieving maximum pleasure as they continued flogging the helpless slaves.  The more a girl's whip bit into a slave body the more she wanted to keep on whipping.

Victoria found a good sized funnel in the closet when she went searching for new toys to enhance her pleasure.  She licked her lips and knew where she wanted to go right then.  She raised the seat on the throne and looked down at the slave's face, casually waving the funnel in front of it.  "I want this in your mouth slave.  Soon you will be drinking like it was a refreshing Coke," she giggled loudly.  The slave obeyed and opened his mouth allowing Victoria to place the funnel in his mouth. She then dropped her panties to her feet and lowered her exquisite bottom onto the seat.  Without speaking she began to urinate. The only sounds were the faint splash of her pee into the funnel and the slave slurping it down as fast as he could. "Ooohhhh this feels good," she cooed looking down between her thighs at the slave.  To him she was like an angel teasing him like a devil. "All this punishment was giving these slaves gave me a terrific need to piss.  Do you like my piss slave” He tried to nod he did which brought a pretty smile to her face.  "Good, I'll go have some more fun and be back soon then.  A happy slave is a good slave, don't you think?"  Then she noticed Aja standing there squeezing her thighs and sort of jiggling.  When Victoria pointed to the toilet slave with her finger Aja nodded affirmatively.  She reached down and snatched the funnel from the slave's mouth and ordered him to clean her which he did unhesitatingly.  She stood, pulled up her panties and Aja took the seat. 

Aja thought the funnel was supposed to be used so she lowered it back into the slave's mouth then sat down.  She had to go badly and let a torrent down into the funnel.  She delighted hearing the slave gulping her piss down like he hadn't a thing to drink in the past week.  When her flow stopped she spread her thighs and looked down at the slave, took the funnel out of his mouth and told him she now wonders how she lived without having slaves to use.  "Time to clean me slave boy,"

The slave made short work of licking her clean.  She did not have pubic hair.  She implored him not to stop licking though.  It took her no time to have a hearty orgasm.  The slave gobbled up her juices hungrily.  She rose from the throne and closed the seat down on the slave but whispered a cheery "See you around slaveboy." and walked off.

Erin was becoming more and more pleased with the slave's endurance in the toilet.  Most of the girls had availed themselves of his slave mouth.  More than three hours had passed and he was half way to four.  She thought maybe she should sit on the throne for a half hour and make it an even four before she took him away for some other use of him. 

Before she got to the seat though Terri had plunked her ass down and was farting heavily, the girls in the room all heard thee blasters and all Terri could do was smile, even turned a little red faced.  To curtail the odor from spreading through the room Terri lit a cigarette and held the burning match.  As it got close to her fingers she dropped it. It landed on the slave's pubic hair and started his hair burning which set of another unpleasant stench.  Terri took her foot to smash out the match and of course cremated the slave's cock.  The shriek that was heard startled everyone in the Attitude Realignment room, even the observing sisters.

But no one went to the aid of the slave, not even Erin.  Because the slave made so much noise and so much attention was directed her way from her loud, juicy farts as well Terri decided to take it out on the helpless slave at her disposal.  She took the heel of her foot and brought it back aimed directly at his balls.  The first shriek that came from the slave had been ear piercing but this one was even more penetrating.  It brought an immediate orgasm to the girl who was trying hard to mitigate her own personal embarrassment.  That was followed with a substantial urination and what started to feel like a fart.  Some wind passed but so did an enormous turd drop out of her asshole.  It was big enough to stand straight up where part was still in her asshole and the other end in the slave's mouth.  The slave began crying because he did not know how to deal with this problem. 

The smell was unbearable.  Topside Terri was lighting matches furiously and dropping them on him to burn off the odor in the Attitude Realignment room. He was screaming from the small burns and trying to keep the turd from blocking his air supply.  Erin was watching intently, hands on her hips but she was watching the clock and couldn't care less about the happenings of her slave. 

The slave was biology major.  All he could think of was the bacteria in the fecal matter he was being forced to ingest.  He resolved this quickly realizing it was better to get sick for a bit than to encourage a severe beating which if he didn't eat the turd he was sure to get.  It amazed Terri how quickly the slave gobbled down her brown meal for him.  She smiled.  Knowing she had delivered the first turd to the human toilet made her a celebrity in the room at the time.  The observing sisters even applauded her feat.  But she and others in the room understood the significance of this gross humiliation perpetrated on the slave.  When a slave will eat the shit of his owner unhesitatingly he will do anything for her.  That is the always the goal when it comes to bringing slaves to point of total reliability of their servitude.  Erin's slave will be coveted by the girls of Delta Phi.  The observing sisters all took note of him.  He may have been a part timer but everyone in the room knew they would soon have this one full time. 

The slave had just passed the four hour mark.  Erin was excited beyond herself.  She sidled up to Mistress Sandy and asked if it was possible for her to try for another hour.  Mistress Sandy thought it was good for a young girl to push a slave to his limits but felt he had enough for the session.  Besides she wanted to have a cock size contest.  The slaves could be kept where they were.  Crystal and Dawn had their slaves suck on each of the slaves cocks present.  The two assistants would then measure the cock after it seemed to have reached its maximum size.

Slaves 4 and 9 were too close to call so they were taken from their bondage and made to face one another.  Dawn petted one of the slave's cocks while Crystal did the other.  They looked very closely using a flashlight.  The sisters watching all of this were hysterical from the event.  Turned out slave 4's cock did not quite touch slave 9's body when they were butted up to one another.  It was just a tiny fraction of an inch.  But, it really was so close, even though there was a winner, that Mistress Sandy had both installed in the toilets and invited the visiting sisters to enjoy the facilities if they wished.  They did.  The toilets with the newly installed slaves were busy for quite some time.

Erin was very pleased with her slave.  She had him go to the Servant’s Quarters shower room and clean up.  Then she took him aside and had him lavish her pussy.  She was checking him out to be sure she wanted to use him for three days.  His tongue was superb.  She rolled over to have him do her asshole to see what that was like never having had the experience before.  This slave must have bonded to her because he went at it with all the passion he could muster which brought on several quick but heavy orgasms on her part.  He lapped her juices up savoring them like one would expect to see a dog that had just finished a great meal.

But he stood out from all the other slaves in the group.  He had very few whip marks because he had spent most of his time in the toilet.  He was taken to the cross.  Erin took the new whip that Goddess had just received, the long cat and brought the slave's body up to date so to speak.  He remained hard through out her assault on his body.

Mistress Sarah was house M.O.D. [Manager on Duty] at the time.  She was in charge of everything in the house during this shift.  She came down to the Attitude Realignment room to check on how things were going.  She was very pleased with Mistress Sandy's control of the situation and the pleased faces she observed on the girl's who were enjoying themselves.  With her sharp eyes she saw that progress had been made with the slave's training as well, noting amongst other things the toilets seemed to be occupied continuously.  It seemed the occupants were enjoying the nice size cocks sticking up in the air for those seated to play with. 

She wanted to see if the slaves had improved their sense of smell.  She dropped her panties.  She knew they were ripe and perfect for the test.  Crystal and Dawn quickly blindfolded and handcuffed the slaves behind their backs.  The slaves would compete against each other for her panties. The one that ended up with them in his mouth would have the honor of servicing her asshole much like Shadow used her slave in the living room.  The others, the slaves that failed would know what failure would bring them.  They would be tortured by an electric cattle prod used on their balls.  When all the slaves were blindfolded and cuffed then oriented on their knees in a circle Mistress Sarah threw her panties in the center of the circle for the slaves to fetch.  It created a free for all. With only a one minute time limit the slaves were falling all over each other, noses to the ground like blood hounds. The girls were laughing so hard their sides hurt.  To make things more interesting she had Crystal and Dawn lash the slaves with their crops and whips as they crawled wildly about knocking each other over to keep the promised cattle prod from their genitals.  A couple of times they even moved the panties when a slave got too close to them.   Finally Natasha's slave #5, a burly lad, zeroed in on the panties and proudly strutted around with them in his mouth.  Other slaves, getting whiff when he was close tried to relieve him of them.  These slaves wished they had tried with another, not him, as he pummeled any and all attackers.  His balls would not feel the prod this day anyhow.

Mistress Sarah had the girls form a circle with their slaves standing in front of them, legs spread wide apart each girl was given a cattle prod.  The idea was when Mistress Sarah had pleasure; the losing slaves were to have pain.  Slave #5 was oriented on his knees at Mistress Sarah's ass.  He was ordered to gently spread her ass cheeks and do her asshole.  Every time she had an orgasm the girls were expected to use the prod on their slave's balls.  Since the intensity of the shock delivered by the prods Delta Phi owned was calibrated from 1 to 10 with 1 being the mildest the girls were told to start with 10.  When Mistress Sarah signaled she had an orgasm due to the slaves pleasuring her, if some of the girls couldn't really tell, they were to prod their slave.  Mistress Sarah told them she expected to hear the slaves howl from the pain because it turned her on and would help her obtain more pleasurable discharges of that type.  Slave #5 was to be managed by Natasha who had her training whip to encourage his performance.  There was now a crowd in the Attitude Realignment room watching because most knew Mistress Sarah well and her very special preferences.  If Natasha could manage her slave to produce at least 5 orgasms she would win a personal slave for a day.  She would get 12 additional hours for every orgasm more than 5 to a limit of 10.

"Okay, let's begin."

Natasha brought a lash square on the back of the slave kneeling to Mistress Sarah's ass.  He went at pleasuring her with everything he had.  His nose found her hole and he managed to fuck her hole with it.  It produced a surprisingly quick response from Mistress Sarah who had not one but two explosive orgasms as her juices spurted out and ran down her legs.  The slave brought his tongue into play while the girls had hit their slave's balls twice with the prods set at 10 because of the rapidity of Mistress Sarah's responses.  The cries of agony filled the room and of course spurred Mistress Sarah on which in turn had a like effect on the slave.  Natasha was shoving her slave's head in tight to Mistress Sarah and it was producing incredible results.  Mistress Sarah was used to multiple orgasms and began shooting one after another as her pleasure was reaching an apex.  The girls dispensed with counting and continued whacking their slave's balls with the prods set at all kinds of intensities, more caught up at the incredible scene they were watching of Mistress Sarah achieving so much pleasure only because a slave was there for her to use for the purpose.  When she finally called it quits some observers thought she had somewhere between 13 and 16 orgasms.  Natasha was awarded 3 days, a bonus of 12 hours for her slave's good performance under her good management.  The slaves were all on the floor holding their genitals which had taken the worst beating of their slave existence. They nonetheless all managed to place their mouths on their Mistress' feet and properly worship their superiors with the knowledge that failure does not bring rewards, only pain.

Mistress Sarah thanked the girls and complimented them on how well they were managing the slaves she saw today.  She said because of their good efforts they would all be better slaves for it and Delta Phi thanked them for their contribution to the slave's training then left.  

Mistress Sandy decided the final event for the day would be a pussy race.  Natasha and Erin's slaves were exempt.  The slaves would compete against each other by crawling from one end of the Attitude Realignment room to their waiting Mistress but with a 20 pound weight attached to their balls. She said it was good training for the slaves and fun for the girls because before the race was entirely over each girl would have her pussy simply lavished to her heart's content.   She also told them this is when their sisters who came to watch could participate.  These girls were free to root for any slave or participating sister they wished and use any whip or slave incentive tool to help them do just that. 

The girls sat on a chair, legs spread apart.  Crystal and Dawn would be the judges to determine which slave won first, second and third.  The Mistress whose slave won first would in addition to having her pussy lavished, receive an award of 24 hours personal use of the slave or any slave in the part time pool while second place was awarded 12 hours and third 6 hours. But the losers would receive a special award, another contest that would teach them again failure was not a pleasant thing for a slave. 

The observing girls were free to continue their whipping of the slaves even while they were eating their Mistress' pussies.  Twenty pounds doesn't sound much like much but be assured it puts a terrible strain on a slave's balls. With a constant assault of crops, whips, even prods along with their desire to please their Mistresses in every way the slaves showed their intense desire please.  This is the direct result of quality slave training and dedication to Female Superiority.

The race began.  It almost came to a photo finish but numbers first, second and third was determined.  The slaves of Melissa, Taira and Mandy took the honors.  All the slaves except those of Terri and Maureen would be servicing their respective Mistresses.   Their slaves were to service their Mistress until their Mistress called them off.

The two losing slaves were made to kneel back to back to each other with their cocks and balls tied with leather twine that was connected to the other's balls with a 2 foot length of twine.  Each slave faced a chair on which his Mistress was sitting with her legs invitingly spread apart.  It was the slave's requirement to service her,

This was a version of Tug of War.  The slaves were placed so they could barely reach their Mistresses pussies with the twine between them extra taut.  To redeem himself and allow his Mistress to join the other girls who were being nicely pleasured at this time he had to bring her to an orgasm.  To do so though required he stretch his balls almost to the point of them being torn off.  Each slave would try hard to win rather than fail again. 

Once again the sorority sisters who came down to watch the fun were allowed to take sides and drive their choice hopefully to victory.  The loser in this case would be strung up on the cross and be left there for any member in the house to whip for her pleasure and his punishment.  Slave failure was not respected in Delta Phi and mercy was no where to be found for losers. 

The contest began and at first it appeared neither slave could reach his Mistress' coveted pussy.  The grunting and obvious pain was a very erotic sight for the girls watching.  This was a contest of determination to serve one's Mistress or die trying and not caring about a fellow slave at all, only his service to his Mistress.  There came a point when apparently Terri's slave wanted his Mistress to be served more than Maureen's did.  He grunted loudly, reared back a bit and then surged forward with all his might jamming his mouth on Terri's pussy and digging in.  Maureen's slave screamed from the apparent incredible agony he was experiencing.  He rolled over on his side and lay there writhing.  You could see his arms, cuffed behind his back, trying to free them so he could comfort his aching genitals.  Observing girls were almost all rubbing their pussies.  Terri came to an orgasm and the match was over.  A disappointed Maureen led her slave to the cross and was the first to beat him silly.  He would remain there for the duration of the shift.  Sisters who had witnessed the slave's loss punished him further reinforcing the Delta Phi policy that failure brought just deserts.

When all the girls were satisfied with the pleasure their slaves provided to them it was important to the training of the slaves to understand what it felt like having a cock both in their mouths and receiving a taste of real semen as it was discharged into their mouths.  All the slaves were required to suck each other's cocks until they got their slave off who would fill their mouth with spunk.  The girls wanted this exercise to be gotten over with quickly so as each slave took another's cock into his mouth he was encouraged to get his off as quickly as possible since it was not a game for the pleasure of the slave.  The girls took great pleasure seeing the humiliation the slaves suffered.

When that was over and done and the slave lesson well taught all the slaves were available as sluts for the balance of the session.  Strap-on dildos of all sizes were made available.  The slave's Owner's had first dibs on their slave.  When she was done the slave was in for open season for any girl in the room or who happened to wander in.

The slaves were blindfolded and tied down then leaned over a padded surface with their ankles shackled and forced apart. Their wrists likewise were secured down and in front of them. With their heads also tethered they could not pull it up. Lube was available for use by kinder, gentler girls, few of which existed in Delta Phi.  The slaves would be fucked royally, raped, sodomized anally or orally by any and all takers.  Sort of a super gang bang affair.  

Some of the girls arranged a sporting contest to decide who on line for any given slave would win his ass and who his mouth.  It was another humiliation type event. They invented a spitting contest.  Using the slave's face as their target, points for accuracy to various parts would be awarded.  Each contestant .would gets three shots.  The point system was as follow:

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20 points for the mouth.

30 points for the nose.

40 points for the eyes.

50 points bulls-eye in between the eyes.

The most points of any pair had her choice, front or rear with most selecting the rear of course.

As a slave's asshole became so enlarged so as to please no one they were dragged to a wall for some last minute fun for any of the girls present.  Some girls had an African blow gun loaded with mini-darts and used a slave's ass as their dart board.

Others were placed on their back on the floor to use hot wax drippings making designs on the slave's bodies or simply letting the slave's cock feel the pleasures of hit wax dripping on his cock.

The two pulley systems were available to put slaves in suspension while the girls thought up many ways of tormenting him.  The issue was always assertion of power and acceptance by the slave for his inferior status which, according to the principles set forth was the methods of allowing the slave to reach his ultimate place known in circles as slave space.  It was always apparent when this point was reached.  The slave simply could not live without being enslaved by a Female.

The games would go on until the 8 hour shift at 11:00pm was over.  Some girls played a card torture game with a slave in suspended bondage, a blindfold covering his eyes. The girls began going through a deck of cards, one at a time. As each card is selected, the slave must guess whether it's red or black. Each time he guesses incorrectly, a clothespin is applied to a body part of the girl's choosing. Each correct card is placed in one pile and each incorrect one is placed in another. Once the entire deck has been gone through the cards in the "incorrect" pile are shuffled and the game begins anew with them. The penalty is doubled, since it's now the second round. The game continues until all of the cards have been placed in the "correct" pile. The girls used variations in penalties to spice things up. Hot wax was used with a set number of seconds to be increased with successive rounds. Simulated piercing needles were used with ice cubes placed in sensitive orifices and/or weights hung from a clamp or stretcher.  The idea of course is that slaves will suffer if they are not perfect.

Mistress Wendy had a slave with her.  She would do the graveyard shift in the Attitude Realignment room relieving Mistress Sandy.  The girls could stay and use the room and for the most part demand that any of the part time slaves that were there had to stay until they were finished using them.  The same went for the sorority sisters who came to watch the fun.

Some new girls who were scheduled to use the Attitude Realignment room had first dibs on everything though.  The group was small as would be expected by the late hour. 

The late shift in the kitchen would serve food on an as requested basis throughout the night.  This was one of the many things that made owning full time slaves the best thing the sorority could have done.  Delta Phi was THE sorority on campus.