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Brian,
Do you think we should post stories in cockney, to get our own back?
Smiler
Who's just come back from the rub down the frog.
"Brian G." <switchmaybe@blueyonder.co.uk> wrote in message
news:%qNBf.8973$wl.7858@text.news.blueyonder.co.uk...
> Hi gang, can someone point me at a place where there is a simple explanation
> of all the terms in this story? I am not American, and I've never understood
> all the terms about student life contained in such stories, Pledge is a
> furniture cleaner here, and the other terms mean nothing at all, but must have
> derived from somewhere.
>
> Brian
>
> --
>
> --
> ___________________________________________________________________________
> Any opinions expressed above, are just that, opinions.
> please add salt to taste.
> Only my Eyes are blind....
> switchmaybe@blueyonder.co.uk
> ___________________________________________________________________________
> "Felix Dartmouth" <felix.dartmouth@archw.com> wrote in message
> news:2l0ft1tsvtaqbodducqsal3ng5pgpesb5b@4ax.com...
>>
>> Sorority Sit-in
>>
>> Felix Dartmouth
>> © March 23, 2003
>> Archives BBS
>> www.archw.com
>>
>> Roxanne was sitting in the meeting with her arms folded. Her legs
>> were crossed, and she was staring impatiently down at her black patent
>> pumps. She realized that her body language was betraying her
>> feelings. She let her arms rest on the chair, and uncrossed her legs.
>>
>> "I think that we in the sorority need to speak with one voice." A
>> smart brunette with fiery green eyes and stood. According to sorority
>> parliamentary rules, the sister who had the floor must stand, and the
>> others would pay her the respect of attention. She continued.
>>
>> "We always uphold our support for the University. But when the
>> policies of the administration are so wrongheaded as they are now, it
>> is our duty to our school to make our voices heard in protest."
>>
>> Roxanne was now a senior, and had seen these types of controversies
>> come and go. Since her stint as the Sergeant at Arms of Pi Lambda
>> Kappa as a freshman, she had held various leadership positions in the
>> sorority and in the university administration. She herself had fended
>> off protest from within the sorority.
>>
>> One movement sought to make it permissible for the sisters to wear
>> jeans and tennis shoes on campus to class. Roxanne fought to continue
>> to require dresses and heels at all times when the sisters were out of
>> their dorm rooms. Any sister that violated the policy would be
>> punished, and those punishments were stiffened under Roxanne's
>> leadership. And indeed, Roxanne, and her position with the sorority,
>> carried out the parliamentary retribution on many of her sisters. But
>> he smiled at herself to think that many of those same young women whom
>> she had so sternly punished had later thanked her for maintaining the
>> high standards of dress, academia, and discipline of Pi Lambda Kappa.
>>
>> Laurie, one of her own protégées in the sorority, a girl from her own
>> hometown, was a sophomore, and had held her old Sergeant at Arms
>> position the previous year. She had shown the same zeal as had
>> Roxanne in assuring the complete restraint of the pledges, and
>> enforcing the discipline of entering pledge class. She was a slim
>> brunette with striking green eyes, and rich dark hair.
>>
>> There was a hubbub on campus about the manner in which grade points
>> would be computed. No longer was the grade of A+ to be given 4.2
>> points. This affected the sorority and that they prided themselves on
>> scholarship and many of them relied on the extra .2 points to climb
>> higher in class rank. On this date, Laurie had chosen to wear a
>> pleaded red skirt, and the peasant blouse, with red and blue
>> embroidery. The low cut straight neckline dared the eye to wander
>> across the expanse of her tanned chest. She still had the floor.
>>
>> "I call us to protest, in civil disobedience, and the office of the
>> president, this Friday afternoon, at one o'clock. We will occupy the
>> office, State our demands, sit, and accept the consequences for
>> actions."
>>
>> Roxanne slowly rose, requesting the floor. Laurie sat down. "I want
>> everyone here to know it will be up to you and your parents to extract
>> you from custody if you are arrested. The sorority encourages any
>> type of peaceful protest, but if you are arrested, you're on your own.
>>
>> Roxanne sat. Laurie stood. "Who is with me?" Four girls around the
>> table raise their hands. Roxanne rolled her eyes. She knew that all
>> four were freshmen and sophomores trying to curry favor with the
>> dynamic Laurie.
>>
>> "Very good. Be at the president's office, 1 PM Friday. Strict
>> sorority dress is required, of course. Just in case, pack overnight
>> materials in your purse."
>>
>> - Friday, the president's office -
>>
>> "There are five girls outside Sir." The male secretary, Rod Johnson,
>> of the university president, looked nervous as he wrung his hands. He
>> held a sheet of paper in his hands. "One of them handed me this. It
>> has to do with that A+ stuff."
>>
>> The president rolled his eyes. "Ah, Mr. Johnson, sometimes, these
>> girls can just get to be too ambitious. They will stop at nothing to
>> edge out the other students on their GPA rank."
>>
>> "What should I do with them?"
>>
>> "Tell them that you have given me their paper, and that they should
>> leave. If they refuse to leave, tell them that we will have them
>> arrested and jailed."
>>
>> Nervously, the Secretary went out into the office. He was a slight
>> man, balding, and approaching 50. He worked in the university
>> administration all his life. He was very nervous about confronting
>> the aggressive young women who were seated in his reception area.
>>
>> "The - the president has your paper. I have to ask you to leave
>> now."
>>
>> Laurie Williams stood. In her heels, she was several inches taller
>> than the man she was addressing. "We demand that the president
>> immediately address this issue, and we will not take no for an
>> answer."
>>
>> Looking down, the man said, "I'm instructed to tell you that if you do
>> not leave, I am to have you arrested."
>>
>> "You? You are going to have as arrested?"
>>
>> The man stood straighter, and looked Laurie in the eye. "Yes," he
>> said. "I am going to see to it that you are arrested."
>>
>> "Nevertheless, we will stay until we are satisfied."
>>
>> The man walked over to his desk. He took out a plastic package that
>> contained 12 plasticuffs, the types that are used for prisoners during
>> riots. He took one out of the package.
>>
>> "Are you going to be the first one to be placed in the cuffs?"
>>
>> Laurie stood proudly. She was wearing a lacy shirt-dress of crisp
>> white cotton, with black hose, and black high heel pumps.
>>
>> Her arms were folded under her breasts. She smiled knowingly. "So,
>> now you're going to tie me up?" Her voice had a mocking tone.
>>
>> "See these restraints? You girls stand up and leave right now,
>> otherwise stand up, turn around, face the wall, and everyone spread
>> your legs and place your hands behind your heads." He glanced over at
>> Laurie. "I'm going to save you for last."
>>
>> All the girls stood, looking over haughtily at the the mousey man in
>> front of them and positioned themselves against the wall. They
>> wondered, would this be the man to place them into bondage for their
>> protest? They had hoped for some the of handsome campus police in
>> their fine uniforms and gleaming handcuffs. Slowly, with many glances
>> back at him they arrayed themselves. Their legs were spread, and
>> their hands were behind their heads.
>>
>> The outer office became somewhat heavy with the young women's scent,
>> as they anxiously anticipated their arrest.
>>
>> "Until the police arrive, you are in my custody. I'm going to have to
>> pat you down for security, and then I will bind your wrists behind you
>> with these plasticuffs. You first, please Miss."
>>
>> He tapped a blonde woman wearing a suit coat, skirt and white blouse
>> on the shoulder. She turned around, letting her arms drop down. "Arms
>> up, please, Miss!" he commanded crisply, and they flew behind her
>> head. He quickly unbuttoned the gold buttons on her navy jacket, and
>> turned her around, as he took off her coat.
>>
>> Her filmy blouse of white nylon was far too immodest to wear without
>> her jacket, and without her bra, her nipples were clearly visible
>> through the material, and she blushed in embarrassment. His hands
>> gripped her ribcage, and he turned her around, feeling her breasts,
>> and pinching them lightly. His hands went into her skirt, and felt
>> for contraband, but all he felt was her furry mound. She gasped in
>> protest, as he quickly took her wrists, and twisted them high up
>> behind her back, and looped the sturdy white plastic around each one,
>> pulling the end tightly to ensure a tight fit around the cuff of her
>> sleeve. With one final squeeze on a breast and stiff nipple, she was
>> commanded to kneel.
>>
>> She was helped to lie on the floor, and plasticuffs were taken around
>> her ankles, and then between her ankles and wrists to affect a
>> backbendingly tight hogtie. Her pulled her over onto her side, making
>> it easier for him to pull her hogtie even tighter. After the strips
>> were tightened to their fullest, he pulled her up so she was on her
>> belly, but she rolled over and lay on her side, almost panting from
>> the exertion of the hogtie.
>>
>> Each of the girls besides Laurie was thus ignominiously searched as
>> they were felt up, and left hogtied in their plasticuffs on the floor.
>> They struggled quietly to achieve a comfortable position on the floor,
>> hoping that perhaps the campus police would come take them into
>> custody soon.
>>
>> Laurie remained standing alone against the wall with her fingers
>> interlaced behind her head. But there was a problem. He only had 12
>> plasticuffs and all of them had been used to hogtie the other four
>> girls. Laurie glanced over and saw all the cuffs were gone. He
>> stepped up and took her by the wrists, and twisted them behind her
>> back.
>>
>> His probing fingers pulled up her skirt, and cupped her butt, as if
>> pretending to search her. His other hand reached around, and cupped
>> her breast, feeling her nipple. She breathed heavily from the
>> humiliation of this indignity.
>>
>> "I can assure you, Sir," she said quietly, "that I have nothing
>> illegal on my person."
>>
>> "That's what I'm determining right now," he said. His hand reached
>> down between her legs, and found dampness.
>>
>> "I see that you're out of cuffs. Do you have another package, Mr.
>> Johnson?"
>>
>> "Nope. I don't. But I'm sure that I can find something to restrain
>> you with."
>>
>> "I have a set of restraints in my purse. My sorority requires that I
>> carry them at all times."
>>
>> "How convenient!" He took her purse, which was heavy, and opened it.
>> Aside from a cell phone and a small make-up case, it was filled with
>> shackles and leather straps! He pulled out a set of cuffs. "What
>> have we here?"
>>
>> "Peerless, ultra-light," she said. "Matching leg-irons and a
>> belly-belt. There's also a hasp collar, and a harness ball-gag with a
>> space-age red ball custom-fitted to my mouth."
>>
>> "May I ask why you carry such a complete set of restraints, young
>> lady?"
>>
>> "I'm the Sergeant at Arms. I have to set an example." She had taken
>> her hands off the back of her head in explaining her restraints.
>>
>> "Wrists behind you, Miss." He took her handcuffs and wasted no time
>> in affixing them tightly over her handbone. Thus secured, he pushed
>> her forward over the chair, and lifted up each of her ankles and
>> locked them into her irons. He pulled her up to a standing position.
>>
>> "Remain still. Let's see what else is in here." He continued to
>> rummage through her purse. He found a light chain that had clamps on
>> each end, and a slightly longer chain attached to the middle of it
>> with another clamp. "And these?" He inquired.
>>
>> Laurie looked a little red. "Well," she said. "Those are kind of
>> personal. That's a nipple and labia clamp combination. Sometimes my
>> roommate ties me up and they are so I don't get - you know - bored."
>>
>> The door to the office opened. All the girls on the floor looked up,
>> as best they could in their hog-ties. Johnson turned around,
>> startled. Laurie brightened. "Roxanne!" She seemed relieved. "I
>> didn't know that you would be joining us."
>>
>> Roxanne was wearing a skintight black leather mini dress with a low
>> plunging neckline. The elegantly thin leather shoulder straps
>> advantage her tan shoulders and back. She was on her way to a party,
>> and was dressed to kill. Her hair hung in loose curls over her
>> shoulders, and her lips were bright ruby red. She wore short black
>> kid gloves that came midway up her forearm. Her hose was dark, with a
>> seam down the middle, and she wore elegant black high-heeled pumps.
>>
>> "Mr. Johnson, good job." She bent down and tested the plastic of
>> restraints on the four girls on the floor her dress rode up to the
>> bottom part of her butt. "I see you have them all restrained."
>>
>> "Roxanne!" Laurie took a noisy stepped forward and her shackles. Mr.
>> Johnson took her left arm with his right hand, and then with his left
>> hand went under her arms and taking her right elbow, he pulled her
>> elbows together and up. "Mr. Johnson!" She gasped. In the process,
>> Mr. Johnson had dropped the nipple and labia clamps on the floor.
>> Roxanne scooped them up.
>>
>> "Hold her, I'll get her clamped up in these," said Roxanne, seeming to
>> relishing the job. "You hold her." As Laurie moved about, she
>> stepped to the side. "Tighter!" commanded Roxanne sharply, and Mr.
>> Johnson pulled up, one hand gripping each of Laurie's elbows, forced
>> them together behind her back, as her chains rattled, she was forced
>> on tiptoe, even in her heels.
>>
>> Roxanne's nimble fingers made quick work of reaching inside Laurie's
>> shirtdress, and finding her nipples. A grimace on Laurie's face
>> indicated that the clamps had been tightly fastened. As Roxanne, with
>> one hand, positioned the clamp around Laurie's clitoris and labia, she
>> looked her right in the eyes as she tightened the clamp. She leaned
>> forward, kissing Laurie on the lips. She kissed her lightly again,
>> with her own lips turned to the side. Laurie knew never to refuse the
>> kiss of sorority sister. "You're going to jail, Laurie," said
>> Roxanne. She spoke very softly, continuing a light kisses around her
>> lips and cheek. "But there's more, more for you anyway. Your hogtied
>> cohorts down there are just going to be locked up on campus Jail until
>> their hearing Monday. But I've arranged a special ride for you. A
>> ride in chains to the state prison for women."
>>
>> "No!" Said Laurie. She tried to struggle, but Mr. Johnson held her
>> even tighter and then arm around her, holding her by one breast. "Why
>> should I be treated any differently?"
>>
>> "Don't worry, sweets. It'll only be for a week. We already talked
>> with your professors. So, have fun clamped girl. Maybe you'll come
>> back with a little more experience. A few more ideas about how to
>> better handle things. I mean, look where this has gotten you."
>>
>> Johnson released her and she nearly fell over, but steadied herself in
>> her shackles. He took a bright red harness gag out of her purse.
>> "Should we strap this in her?" He was trying to figure out which
>> straps went where.
>>
>> The door burst open, and several police entered the room. "No need,
>> the police will have a leather discipline helmet for, and that has a
>> long penis gag in it."
>>
>> "Roxanne, please!" Laurie was instantly seized by the police, and
>> rushed into jangling of her chains and the door and out to the police
>> cruiser. The police brought in hand carts, and each of the four other
>> girls in her plastic of hog-ties were lifted up and placed on them and
>> wheeled away. They would probably be placed in a cell in their
>> current restraints for the night. A policewoman had large plastic
>> bags, and placed all the protesters belongings into them, and took
>> them for the jail personnel.
>>
>> Roxanne and Johnson stood, and Roxanne smiled at him. The door
>> opened, and the president came out, looking around. "Did I hear a
>> noise? What happened to the protesters?"
>>
>> "In custody Sir." Johnson wiped his forehand with a handkerchief.
>>
>> The president motioned with his eyes to Roxanne, radiant in her
>> leather dress. "And this young lady?" asked the president.
>>
>> Roxanne took a stepped forward and with a smile extended her hand.
>> "Sir, my name is Roxanne Oxford with Pi Lambda Kappa."
>>
>> "She is not a protester, Sir."
>>
>> The president shook her hand and smiled. "Well very good to meet you,
>> young lady. Well, I'm off, Johnson. Lock up the office."
>>
>> "Let me walk you out, Sir," said Roxanne.
>>
>> "It's always a pleasure to walk with a student," the president and he
>> offered her his arm. Taking her purse, she smiled back at Mr. Johnson
>> she caught him gazing at her butt, sashaying as she walked out of the
>> room.
>>
>>
>> Sorority Sit-in
>>
>> Felix Dartmouth
>> © March 23, 2003
>> Archives BBS
>> www.archw.com
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