The Pledge Mistress
Copyright 2006 by EC
EC's Erotic Art & Fiction - http://www.ecgraphicarts.com/

(warnings: erotic discipline, sex between adults, medical fetish, public nudity, 
sexual hazing)

Chapter 2 - The Four-Beta House

Her meeting with Burnside completed and a student aide's guidebook and copy of 
her contract now safely in her backpack, Lisa left the Economics Building and 
continued on her way to the Four-Beta Sorority. It was much hotter outside and 
Lisa was glad to be so lightly dressed as she made her way across the Student 
Center. The sun shined hotly on her face and shoulders, but the rest of her body 
felt quite comfortable under the light dress. An occasional soft breeze blew up her 
clothing and cooled off the still-sensitive area between her legs. 

The young woman exited the university campus and made her way up a tree-lined 
street towards the sorority house. She passed several other sorority houses before 
getting to her destination, all of which housed rich princesses who would never 
have accepted her into their miserable little circles. Not that it mattered, because 
Lisa wouldn't have given any of those pathetic bitches the time of day, let alone 
want to socialize with them. 

Until she and Ken learned about the Tri-Alpha Fraternity and its sister sorority the 
Four-Betas, it never would have occurred to either of them to join one of the 
"Greeks". However, precisely because the Tri-Alphas and Four-Betas were so 
different from the other fraternities and sororities, Ken and Lisa became interested 
in joining last spring. Ken had decided to commit to pledging the Tri-Alphas first, 
and when Lisa started dating him, she decided to follow him and join the Four-
Betas. 

The decision was not one to be taken lightly, because the fraternity and its sister 
sorority demanded a radical change of personal lifestyle from their members, 
which included harsh physical activities and frequently surrendering one's own 
body. Lisa was very nervous, because momentarily she would surrender herself 
and submit to a group of strangers, a very difficult action for someone like her 
who had a strong character and controlling personality.

The Four-Beta house was quite large, one of the largest sorority houses on the 
street. It was an old house, a mansion probably built around 1925. The grounds 
and the building itself were immaculate. A very tall hedge surrounded the entire 
back of the property, protecting a swimming pool, sun deck, and hot tub from 
public view. Having a tall hedge concealing the back yard was important, because 
the sorority strictly prohibited clothing in the pool area.

Lisa drew a deep breath and rang the doorbell. As previously instructed in her 
admission letter, she backed away from the door and knelt on a small mat marked 
with the Four-Beta insignia. She now was a pledge, and until accepted as a full 
member of the sorority she would have to endure an inferior social status in the 
house. She would be required to kneel before greeting any full member of the 
sorority until her probation ended. The kneeling requirement applied not only at 
the sorority house itself, but also when talking to any Four-Beta member on 
campus. The kneeling requirement was an important reason why Lisa wanted to 
pledge in the summer instead of the fall.

The door opened and an attractive, tall, dark-haired woman glanced down at the 
kneeling pledge. Lisa knelt forward, touched her head to the porch, then knelt 
upright.

"Pledge Lisa reporting for duty, ma'am."

"Good afternoon, Pledge Lisa. I'm glad to see you. My name's Tracy, and I'm 
handling your orientation today. Do you have your registration packet ready?"

"Yes, ma'am."

Still kneeling, Lisa took a folder of contracts and releases from her backpack and 
handed it to her companion. The other woman briefly looked it over. Satisfied, 
she organized the papers and closed the folder.

"Follow me, Pledge Lisa."

Lisa stood up and followed her companion into the house. They passed through an 
ornate entryway and descended into the basement. The basement had been 
remodeled and divided into several large rooms; the most austere of which was 
the pledge room. Lisa followed her guide into the pledge room, which was empty 
except for a row of lockers, four army cots, a small sofa, and a very sturdy-
looking table. On the back wall there were three open shower stalls, a toilet, and 
two sinks. The showers and toilet sat out completely in the open, anyone wanting 
to use them would be doing so in full view of the rest of the room. The pledge 
room itself did not have a door, since Four-Beta pledges did not have the right to 
enjoy any privacy or modesty.

Tracy took out a set of keys and unlocked the padlock to one of the lockers. She 
opened the door and continued:

"Pledge Lisa, this'll be your locker. Go ahead and get your clothes off and put 
everything inside."

"Everything?"

"Yes, everything. Of course, everything. Didn't you read the orientation letter?"

Lisa kicked off her shoes and placed them on the floor in the locker. She pulled 
the dress over her head and hung it up on one of the hooks in the back. For her 
there was no real shock going from being dressed to being completely naked, 
precisely because she had started out wearing so little. Finally she took a deep 
breath and picked up the backpack to place on top of her shoes inside the locker. 

The moment Lisa finished placing her personal items inside the locker, Tracy 
pushed the door shut and closed the padlock. Lisa noticed that the padlock was 
quite sturdy, one of those heavy-duty padlocks normally used to secure a garage 
door or an industrial tool shed. There was absolutely no way she could open it on 
her own, and only key to that lock was on Tracy's key ring. That detail meant 
Lisa could only access her personal items with Tracy's permission.

Tracy moved in front of Lisa and gave her a very sharp look. Lisa, her heart 
pounding, stood at attention, not knowing what else to do.

"Alright, Pledge Lisa, there's something that you and I need to get straight with 
each other, and we're gonna do that right now. Do you understand that you just 
broke a rule of your pledge commitment?"

"I…uh…wha…what rule was it, ma'am?"

"You forced me to repeat an order. I told you to put your stuff in the locker, and 
instead of doing it you just stood there questioning me. That's not a good way to 
start out, and I don't appreciate it, you get it?"

Tracy punctuated her statement by poking her finger into Lisa's bare chest.

"But…but ma'am, I wasn't questioning you. I just wanted to make sure that…"

"GET YOUR ASS IN THE FRONT-LEANING REST POSITION…NOW!!!"

Lisa, terrified at the change in her mentor's voice and sudden savage demeanor, 
clumsily dropped to the floor. She positioned her arms to do pushups and 
balanced as best she could on her hands and toes. She was in excellent physical 
condition, so her tall thin body formed a graceful straight line, much to Tracy's 
satisfaction.

"You do NOT argue with me, get it? You will NEVER argue with me again, or I 
WILL fuck you up! I WILL make your life a living hell! GET IT?"

"Yes, ma'am!" 

"Alright, we'll just see how much you get it, Pledge! In cadence, exercise! 
ONE…TWO…THREE…"

"ONE!"

"ONE…TWO…THREE…"

"TWO!"

"ONE…TWO…THREE…"

"THREE!"

"ONE…TWO…THREE…"

At the count of ten, Tracy paused but did not let Lisa get up. The pledge was quite 
winded and her skin glistening with sweat. She had completed a full set of ten 
military-style four-count push-ups, which in reality meant she had done a total of 
20.  Fortunately, her arms were strong from working out and she was able to hold 
her position. 

Another member of the sorority came into the pledge room with a couple of guys, 
one of whom Lisa recognized as an officer in the Tri-Alpha fraternity. While Lisa 
struggled to remain in the front-leaning-rest position, Tracy casually chatted with 
the newcomers. The conversation shifted to Lisa, as Tracy described her pledge's 
qualifications and background. While they conversed, the others glanced down as 
her sweaty, trembling, naked body. Tracy continued talking with an incredulous 
tone in her voice.

"I can't believe what she just pulled, like, within a minute of coming into this 
house! This little bitch argued with me! All this effort I'm putting into helping her 
get settled in, and she actually argued with me!"

The Tri-Alpha guy who Lisa recognized chimed in: "That's not a good way to 
start, Pledge."

"No, sir."

"If you'd pulled that shit with me, you'd have lot more to worry about than a few 
push-ups."

"Yes, sir."

The truth was that Lisa was very afraid that there was more to worry about than "a 
few push-ups". Under normal circumstances at the very least she could have 
expected a couple of belt swats across her unprotected bottom. However, Tracy 
had decided not to inflict any physical punishment because Pledge Lisa had not 
yet taken her ID photos. That might have saved Lisa's skin, but Tracy decided 
that her pledge owed her more pushups. Again she screamed:

"In cadence, exercise! ONE…TWO…THREE…"

"ONE!"

"ONE…TWO…THREE…"

"TWO!"

"ONE…TWO…THREE…"

"THREE!"

"ONE…TWO…THREE…"

Lisa did not do nearly as well on the second set of push-ups as she had done on 
the first. After having done the first set of 20 push-ups and then being forced to 
stay several minutes in the front-leaning rest position, her muscles started to give 
out. With every bit of strength left she managed to make it through the first eight 
counts, but then couldn't do any more. Her arms shook badly and she pushed her 
bottom up as she struggled to not collapse on the floor. She was aware that by 
pushing her bottom up, she was completely exposing herself to her spectators, but 
the choice was either that or fall to the floor.

At that moment another Four-Beta member entered, leading an attractive, petite 
black woman into the pledge room. The new pledge glanced at Lisa with alarm, 
realizing that momentarily she would face the same harsh discipline.

"Pledge Cherine, this'll be your locker. Get your clothes off and put everything 
inside."

"Yes, ma'am."

Lisa watched over her shoulder as Cherine nervously took off her clothes. Her 
street clothing was much less revealing than Lisa's light dress: consisting of a T-
shirt, cargo pants, a thick bra, and a standard pair of panties. As each item of 
clothing came off the newcomer became increasingly nervous, obviously 
distressed that the guys showed no sign of leaving the room. Cherine became even 
more distressed when her mentor expressed disapproval of her underwear.

"Alright, Pledge. Put your clothes in the locker, except that underwear. That's 
going in the trash. If you think you're gonna be a Four-Beta you'd better change 
your ideas about underwear, and change them fast. Don't you ever let me catch 
you wearing anything like that again!"

"Y…yes, ma'am!"

Cherine took the two articles of clothing and looked around the room with a 
terrified expression, wondering where the trashcan was and struggling to not 
cover herself in front of her two male spectators. She was smart enough to know 
that if she dared try to cover her body she faced severe punishment, but was using 
every bit of her willpower to fight her instincts and 18 years of ingrained 
modesty.

"The trash cans are upstairs, right outside the kitchen. Take that crap up there and 
be quick about it!"

"Yes, ma'am."

The naked black girl disappeared through the door and ran up the stairs. A 
moment later Lisa could hear her coming back down, minus the offending 
garments. She stood at attention in front of her mentor, trying to ignore her 
audience and her still-prone fellow pledge. Her pledge mentor, who was called 
Heather, put a heavy-duty padlock on her locker and latched it. Like Lisa, Cherine 
now was separated from her personal items and could only retrieve them with 
Heather's permission.

By the time Cherine's locker was sealed, Lisa was desperately struggling to stay 
in position, her arms and legs shaking and sweat trickling down her body. It was 
obvious she was suffering, and Cherine's wide fearful eyes couldn't keep from 
glancing over at her. 

She glanced one time too many, and her mentor noticed.

"What's your problem, Pledge Cherine, you want to join her?"

"No, ma'am!"

"I think you do! You keep looking over there, and to me that means you wanna 
join her! No problem from my end! Get you ass over there, in the front-leaning 
rest position, now!"

Cherine took her place next to Lisa, shaking not from fatigue, but from terror. In 
one aspect Lisa was the luckier of the two young women. She was completely 
uninhibited about being undressed in front of other people, while it was obvious 
that Cherine had never before been naked in public.

Tracy's voice barked out the command:

"In cadence, exercise! ONE…TWO…THREE…"

"ONE!"

"ONE…TWO…THREE…"

"TWO!"

"ONE…TWO…THREE…"

"THREE!"

"ONE…TWO…THREE…"

The two young women's bodies could not have contrasted more, one short and 
one tall, one black and the other white. However, both performances were quite 
pathetic, because neither was able to properly do the push-ups. Lisa was totally 
exhausted, while Cherine was not used to exercising. Sweat and tears rolled down 
their cheeks as Tracy continued to berate them for their inept efforts. Lisa recoiled 
at the total unfairness of the situation, being yelled at along with Cherine, even 
though she already had done more than forty push-ups, while her companion was 
starting from scratch.

Tracy's voice dripped with total disgust as she ordered the two naked pledges to 
"recover". They stood at attention breathing heavily with sweat running down 
their bodies.

"Alright, you two. Shower-up, and make it quick. Then I want you in front of 
your lockers, ready to move out!"

"Yes, ma'am!"

Lisa and Cherine quickly jumped into the two showers, soaped off, and dried 
themselves with small towels. Lisa noticed the towels were the same type used in 
the dorms at the university, barely the size of a bathmat and too small to wrap 
around a person's body. Four-Beta pledges had no right to cover their bodies, not 
even with towels. In front of the lockers were two pairs of beach sandals, the only 
item the Four-Beta pledges would be allowed to wear when going outside during 
Four-Beta functions.

The two pledges put on the sandals and stood at attention at their lockers, 
desperately trying to ignore the stares from their audience of three women and 
two men. Unfortunately, it turned out that the two Tri-Alpha members were not 
there just to gawk. They had come to escort the two newcomers over to the 
fraternity, where they would endure a medical examination, have their ID pictures 
taken and be sworn in. Tracy ordered the two pledges to march towards the door 
and up the stairs. They were ordered to continue out the front door and across the 
front lawn towards a waiting minivan. The mid-day sun shined hot on their bodies 
as they waited for Tracy to open the side panel door of the van.

There were several college students out on the sidewalk, a couple of whom 
whistled at the two naked young women as they climbed into the vehicle. Once 
inside, Lisa and Cherine saw two towels laid out on the seat behind the driver, 
indicating where they needed to sit.

One of the Tri-Alphas jumped into the front passenger's seat beside the driver, 
while the other guy and two of the Four-Betas climbed into the back seat. For a 
moment Tracy stood at the door of the van and snapped a couple of pictures of 
Heather and Cherine as they put on their safety belts. Then she jumped in, pulled 
the side door shut, and settled on the seat next to the two pledges. The van pulled 
away from the sorority and made its way to the Tri-Alpha house, which was just a 
couple of blocks away.

Except for the soreness in her arms, so far Lisa was none the worse for her 
experience. She had expected everything that had happened to her, which was one 
of the reasons she had decided not to wear any underwear before coming over to 
the sorority. Objectionable underwear was one thing she could eliminate to avoid 
getting reprimanded. She had not anticipated being punished simply for trying to 
get clarification for Tracy's first command, but she was aware that unreasonable 
demands and military-style punishments were an important part of the pledge 
process. There would be plenty of physical punishment as well, paddlings and 
belt-whippings for particularly serious offenses. However, on a day-to-day basis 
the sorority mostly used yelling and military-style exercises to discipline pledges 
because the members did not want to risk injury or have the newcomers too badly 
marked up.

Lisa glanced over at Cherine. Her fellow pledge was absolutely terrified and 
miserable. Her dark eyes were wide with fright and she seemed very close to 
crying. It was very clear that Cherine had not really understood how intense an 
experience pledging the Four-Betas would actually be. Yes, she had read the 
orientation manual, but still had not really comprehended what she was getting 
herself into. Lisa felt that if she had a couple of moments alone with her 
companion, she might be able to comfort her and at least help her get through the 
day, but who knew when that would be.

The minivan pulled to a stop at an intersection as the driver signaled to make a 
left turn. An SUV pulled next to the minivan, with an older guy dressed in a suit 
at the wheel. His eyes went wide when he saw that two of the passengers in the 
back of the vehicle next to him were completely naked.

"No covering up, you two. What happens, happens."

Cherine stared straight ahead as she clenched her fists under her thighs and began 
shaking. Lisa actually found the situation a bit fun. She smiled at the neighboring 
driver, waved at him, and blew him a kiss. The older man's mouth dropped open 
as the van made its turn and continued on down the street.



