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Subject: {ASSM} Clique (ff, bd, sm) by deirdre -- reposted by H. Jekyll and PleaseCain
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Clique (ff, bd, sm)

by deirdre


*****

NOTE: We are not the authors of this story.  "deirdre" was the
enigmatic queen of Usenet sex stories in the mid-1990s.  She posted 156
stories in just over two years, using an anonymous remailer and
apparently *never* corresponding with anyone.  She was last heard from
in late April 1996.  We will repost all 156 stories, with comments by
her, in alphabetical order, between now and the 10th anniversary of her
"retirement." In the coming months, we will announce a "deirdre-fest"
for next Spring.  Meanwhile, enjoy!

To contact us: h_jekyll2000@yahoo.com, or PleaseCain@aol.com.


*****

Disclaimer: my stories, like the private sex fantasies of many people,
often depict "breaking some rules."  Do not read this story if you
believe fantasy stories should never depict situations undesirable in
real life.  Be warned that you may not be comfortable with the sexual
situations.  Do not read this story if you are less than 18 years of
age.

Permission granted to archive, repost, or publish in low-cost CD-ROM
archives of alt groups.  Permission granted to publish in periodicals
and anthologies of this type of material if attributed to deirdre and
an author's payment is sent to AIDS research in the name of deirdre.
-- deirdre


Clique

by deirdre


I watched her as she came into our dorm room.  My new roommate,
assigned to me by the college.  Sarah was her name.  It took me just
seconds to know everything about her--well, not everything, but a lot
more than you might guess.  She was pretty enough, in fact she was
attractive, with a great body.  But she was out of it--she was a social
nobody.  She didn't know quite how to dress (and I saw her whole
wardrobe as she unpacked), and when she talked, she was reticent--she
rarely said more than monosyllables.  And there was something just a
little bit weird about her.  In other words, she was just about exactly
opposite of what I was going to be in college.

Now you might guess that I immediately planned to see if I could change
roommates, to someone who was more in tune with the world and how it
worked.  If you did, then I'd say you are showing your own
prejudices--there is no rule that says someone who is conscious of
their own social position has to be cold-blooded.  In fact, Sarah had
proven to be willing to do me a favor even on that first day, and by
all appearances was kind and without malice, and it didn't bother me at
all to do her the favor of helping her improve her own social position.
 In fact, if truth be told, I actually enjoyed the prospect of helping
her redo her wardrobe and showing her the ropes.

One thing I was certain: college *wasn't* going to be like high school.
 I was going to make sure of that.  In high school, I got to watch
girls like Wendy Taylor and her friends hang out together and lord it
over the rest of us, for no more reason than their group was the most
popular at the school.  Well, Wendy was among the few kids from our
high school I would have to face in college--mostly it would be all new
people.  I was going to scope things out quickly, and establish my
reputation before things fell into place.

On our first supper at the dining hall, I had my first chance to check
out our upper-classmates.  Within two days, I had identified the group
of the most popular girls, whom I watched unobtrusively.  My goal was
clear: be accepted by them rather than whoever came to rule the
freshman class.  That could come later.  I talked to Sarah about
strategy--how to meet them and get to know them, but Sarah wasn't
interested.  "A bunch of snobs," she said, disparagingly.  We ended up
debating the worth of cultivating such friends, neither of us budging
from our positions: she thought it a complete waste of time while I
maintained one's social connections have a large effect on one's
success.  But she was willing to go along with me working towards
getting in their group.

I picked a girl named Hillary Stafford who was a senior, was obviously
a member of the group in full standing, and seemed relatively friendly
and approachable.  Sarah and I very carefully made sure we were
immediately behind her in line at the dining hall, and I made a couple
of casual comments to her.  After the second comment, she gave me this
surprised look.  She also seemed to be amused which immediately put me
on guard.  Perhaps I had misjudged and she wasn't as approachable as
she appeared.  But I don't get flustered easily so I managed to remain
casual and she was willing to trade a little small-talk.  After we were
through the line, she headed over to her group's table and Sarah and I
found our own table.  It wasn't much, but it was a start!  Sarah seemed
amused by my efforts, but she was still willing to go along with
things.

The next day, I managed to walk by Hillary between classes and I said a
casual "hi," and she seemed taken up short, but after a split second
she appeared to recognize me and she said "Oh, hi!"  She said it with
such confidence that I immediately knew why he she commanded such
respect.  That night at dinner I wasn't silly enough to get in line
next to her again, but I did manage to arrange it so we were walking
past her when she got in line and I said "hi" to her again.  Everything
remained casual, but I was more than pleased: less than a week into
college and I was on the right road.

All this time I kept my eye on Wendy too.  She was already in the midst
of a group of freshmen girls who by all appearances looked like they
were going to be the freshman "popular crowd."  They all dressed well
and all looked just as great as Wendy.  I couldn't help but be pleased
as I thought about how things were going as I lay in bed at night.  She
could *have* that crowd for the time being.

After a couple of more days of just an occasional (planned) encounter
with Hillary, Sarah and I once again got in line right after when we
went in for supper.  While waiting in line I said "hi" and introduced
Sarah and myself to her.  And we lucked out--she was willing to talk
with us all through the line, and when we had our food, she actually
asked if she could join us!  Hillary at our table!  Actually, I would
have preferred it if she had asked us to join her table, but I wasn't
going to complain.  But I was surprised--it seemed like the unlikeliest
thing for her to do.  I didn't let the opportunity go to waste--I
carefully geared my conversation to the right balance of friendliness
and respect.  Sarah didn't say much of anything and I did have a twinge
of fear that she might be spoiling things.  But Hillary was amazingly
friendly and perfectly willing to talk.  I realized that I had picked
exactly the right one of the group to make friends with, but I almost
wondered if she really belonged to that group!  Someone who so easily
defected from a group didn't seem like they were a permanent member.
But I recalled watching Hillary with the others and I knew she was
definitely at or near the top of its hierarchy.

Well the next day brought even more success: Sarah and I ran into
Hillary between classes and she stopped to talk to us!  In fact, she
did much more: she told us she and her friends had a "social club" and
she invited us to join!  Sororities are banned at our school and some
of the girls form less-formal, unofficial groups that they sometimes
call social clubs.  I couldn't believe this!  Everything was going too
well!  She told us she'd talk to us again about it and take us to a
meeting if we were interested.

Sarah snorted with disgust when Hillary was out of earshot.  All that
day I talked to her and I couldn't convince her it was worth anything
to go with Hillary and me.  Actually, I wanted her to go--even though I
can put on a good act, it's always best to have moral support.  But she
said she had better things to do with her time.

But I already knew that Sarah eventually always followed my lead.  By
the time we saw Hillary at supper, Sarah's refusal had turned to
complaints about the time we were going to waste.  Hillary sought us
out, brought up the subject again, and when we agreed, she told us
she'd take us to a meeting that same night!  She even agreed to stop by
our dorm room and pick us up!

I fretted about what to wear--this was very important, and I was caught
off guard having to make such a decision without advanced knowledge of
exactly how these things worked.  I realized I should have made friends
with another upper-classwoman who knew about these things.  I finally
picked out something that was at home among casual clothes as well as
with dresses, but it was painful trying to get Sarah dressed similarly,
given her wardrobe.

When Hillary arrived, she was in shorts and it was clear to me that it
was going to be quite casual.  I felt relieved because Sarah had ended
up in a more casual outfit than I had originally been comfortable with.
 Now things looked perfect.

Hillary took us walking into town.  As we walked, she told us there was
an initiation, which was horribly embarrassing, but otherwise was no
big deal.  I asked her what it was, and she said we'd be paddled.  I
almost choked but I kept my cool.  My mind raced for about fifteen
seconds, but then I decided it was well worth it.  Then I began to
wonder at the fact that Sarah hadn't stopped to protest.  I glanced at
her, but she seemed unperturbed.  I didn't think much more about
her--my mind was on what was coming.

Hillary pointed out a house and we walked up to it and Hillary sort of
warned us to just go along with things: that we would suffer a bit of
humiliation but it would be over quickly enough.  I was still nervous
and wondering but I hid it.  Sarah was unreadable as usual.  The lights
were dim all over the house and no one was in the front hall or the
living room when we arrived though I heard voices.  Hillary led us to
another room: a den or something: it had a couch.  She told us to wait
a minute and she left through a door to a more lighted room which I
gathered was the kitchen.

"What do you think?" I asked Sarah.

"Look what you've got me into," was her response.  Actually I couldn't
blame her at that moment.

Hillary came back with two other girls.  One of the girls told the
other one to sit on the couch and soon it was clear to me that there
were three of us to be initiated.  Then the girl who brought her in
left and it was just Hillary and the three of us.  She told us to get
undressed.  Once again I thought very quickly for about five seconds.
Then I committed myself--I started on my blouse.  Sarah and the other
girl both looked a little nervous, then they followed my lead.  Soon we
were in underwear and Hillary told us to take the rest off.  "Don't
worry too much," she added in a low voice, "its basically just a bit of
humiliation."  *More humiliation than I was expecting,* I thought.

Soon the three of us were sitting nude on the couch.  Hillary went and
came back with some pieces of leather and buckles and things which I
soon figured out were restraints!  She told the other girl to stand and
proceeded to restrain her hands behind her!  Then she did her feet and
helped her to sit down again.  There was no going back so I submitted
to the same treatment.  I couldn't believe I was doing this.

Soon we were all three sitting there, bound, on the couch.  Our legs
were bound together and we couldn't have gotten up and left if we
wanted to.  Then Hillary took this device and put it in the girl's
mouth.  It turned out to be a gag.  I'd never seen a gag like that: it
held her mouth open and filled it.  She did the same to me and then to
Sarah.  Then she left.

I looked around.  It was the three of us sitting on the couch like
that.  We were completely helpless.  Once in a while I saw a girl walk
by a door and a couple of girls walked through the room.  They looked
at us briefly and one smiled, but otherwise they didn't react to our
state at all.  Hillary was certainly right about the humiliation.

Then I noticed a girl walking by one of the doors who was completely
nude!  After that, every girl we saw was nude.  After a while there
weren't so many girls walking around and no one was in the room with us
but I saw a couple of girls standing in the kitchen.  Still nude.  They
were talking to other people in the kitchen.

Then I heard a bit more talking and moving around, and then a woman
walked out of the kitchen.  She wasn't nude--in fact, she was dressed
in a suit, as if she were some corporate executive or something.  She
was blond and beautiful though a bit severe.  She appeared to be in her
late twenties.  She walked in and looked at us and a couple of nude
girls followed her.  She didn't smile or say hi or anything.

"That one first," she said, pointing at the girl sitting with Sarah and
me after inspecting us each in turn.  I noticed that when she looked at
me, her eyes never met mine--she hardly even looked at my face.  Then
she turned around and walked back into the kitchen.  The other two
girls pulled the girl off the couch and guided her into the kitchen,
following the woman.  She had a lot of trouble walking and the other
two girls practically had to carry her.  From where we were sitting, we
could see the two girls get her up to a table and lean her over the
edge, facedown.  Then they stood there and held her.  The woman, who
had disappeared from sight, returned with a belt or strap or something
in her hand.  It looked like leather and she had folded it double.

Then I couldn't believe it!  She started whacking the girl's behind
with the strap, but I couldn't believe how hard she was doing it.  The
girl jumped at the first whack and the other two girls grabbed her
tighter to hold her down.  Then she jerked with each whack and it was
obvious that she was struggling to get away.  I could barely hear her
trying to scream through the gag.  But the woman just kept beating and
beating her--I couldn't count how many times.

I started shivering.  I couldn't believe we'd gotten ourselves into
this.  I continued watching as if in a trance.  The woman finally
stopped, and then had what looked like a thin piece of bamboo in her
hand.  She whipped the girl's rear with it and the girl jumped again
and looked like she was struggling even harder.  I started to squirm.
I had to get out of there, but I had no idea how.  The girl was still
struggling and the woman was still working on her rear.  She stopped a
couple of times for a few seconds while the other girls got a better
grip on the girl.  They just went on and on and I couldn't believe it!

I had wriggled onto the floor and was trying to figure out what to do
next.  I was in a blind panic.  It briefly registered in my mind that
Sarah was there too--she was still sitting on the couch, staring at the
spectacle in the kitchen and looked frightened out of her wits.  But
she hadn't moved a muscle.

A couple of girls came in (both nude) and saw me on the floor.

"I guess this one doesn't want to go through with it," said one of the
two.  They immediately started untying me and ungagging me.  I couldn't
believe it: they were going to free me just like that!  I had been
scared that there was no way out!   After they untied me, they led me
out.  I turned around and looked at Sarah.  She was still sitting
there, making no move to come along.

"Sarah?" I queried.  She turned her head and looked at me.  Her eyes
were filled with fright, but she just sat there.  Our eyes were locked
for a few seconds, then one of the girls pulled on me and said to come
on.  They led me to another empty room and gave me my clothes and told
me I could get dressed.

Just as I was finished getting dressed, Hillary walked in...nude.
Suddenly I felt so funny standing there dressed next to Hillary,
completely naked.  I must have giggled nervously.  She led me to the
front door and told me not to worry and that if I should ever have a
change of heart, to let her know and she'd bring me back.  I couldn't
keep myself from an occasional glance at her body which was absolutely
flawless.  She was beautiful dressed or not.  Then she looked down at
her own breasts, then I saw that her eyes were looking back up at me
under her brows.  She was grinning at me.  I felt so foolish.

I walked away from there, my mind spinning.  I was still shivering at
the thought of the whipping I witnessed.  And me, unable to stop them
if they planned to force me!  And Sarah not coming back with me.  And
Hillary.  Sarah never returned that night and she still wasn't back
when I woke up.  I finally ran into her that evening at supper: she got
in line with me.  I was dying to ask her what happened, but I was
strangely reticent to bring it up.  We talked as usual and she came and
sat with me as usual.

Halfway through eating supper, she stood up without warning and went
over to Hillary's table.  I stared at her for a couple of seconds and
then got control of myself again.  She walked over, talked briefly to
one of the girls and then went back to the cafeteria line and came back
carrying something.  When she got closer I realized it was a fork.  She
gave it back to the girl she had talked to and returned to me.  That
was the strangest thing--I didn't know what to make of it.

On the way out, I had another surprise: I looked over at Hillary's
table and I discovered that Wendy Taylor was sitting with them!  She
was just talking and laughing with the rest of them.  I just walked on
with Sarah back to our room, wondering what was going on.

The next morning when Sarah and I were in line for breakfast, Hillary
walked right up to us.  She gave Sarah a couple of books she was
carrying.  Sarah left the line and went and put them on Hillary's usual
table and then came back.  Other than that, Sarah and I had our usual
breakfast except I noticed that other girls besides Sarah sometimes
went over to Hillary's table and did them little favors, and later
between classes I saw the same thing happen outside.  I realized that
Hillary's friends would just call a girl over as if she were a waitress
and the girl would always come.  That night at supper I saw more of the
same.  And Wendy Taylor was sitting at Hillary's table again.

Sarah sometimes went off in the evening and I don't know where she was
going.  She'd still be gone in the morning.  Once I was still
hanging out at the room when she showed up in the middle of one morning
after being out.  She saw me and she acted a little weird.  She looked
worn out and she said she wanted to take a shower.  But she wouldn't
undress: she got out some clean clothes and took them to the bathroom.

But somehow, other than her all-night excursions and the little favors
she did for Hillary's group, she actually seemed a little friendlier to
me.  There was one other incident that left me wondering.  One day I
was going back to my room and I noticed a couple of senior girls who
were friends of Hillary's leaving our hallway.  Our hallway has just
freshmen so I was a little surprised to see them.  When I got to our
room, the door was open about two inches.  I walked in and was amazed
to see Sarah, completely naked, kneeling on the floor next to her bed
with her body on the bed.  Her rear was sticking out in a way that was
positively lewd.  Her head was sideways, flat on the bed, facing my
way, and her eyes were open, but she didn't look at me at all.  She
just looked like she was in a trance.   I said her name twice before
she even moved an inch.  Then she lifted her body slowly, looked at me
and said she had been lost in thought.

I've run into Hillary a few times since then, and she is always
friendly and open with me and I always have the feeling she is waiting
for me to ask to go back.  Once I saw her walking across the campus
with Wendy Taylor and I felt a knot in my chest.  I realized that a
part of me wanted to strangle Wendy.  Or wanted to be where she was.
Or something, I didn't know what.  Hillary was so beautiful, walking in
the sun and the wind.

I wish I felt like I knew what was going on.  I wish I knew what Sarah
did.  I thought about telling Hillary that I'd go with her to be
initiated.  I felt jealous of Sarah's courage as well as her social
position--when Hillary and those other girls talked to her, I felt
completely out of it, even if I was standing there with them.  I felt
so out of it.

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