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 16 - Six Tri-Alpha pledges

Led by their pledge mistress, the four pledges carried their overloaded backpacks 
off campus in the stifling afternoon heat. All five women were covered with sweat 
once they finally got to the Four-Beta Sorority house, which meant they would 
have to put their uniforms in the wash and change into clean ones. The women 
stripped off their clothing in the laundry room, and Tracy suggested a few minutes 
in the pool. The pledges eagerly took her up on that unexpected break. 

Tracy jumped in the water with her group, every bit as naked as the women under 
her control. She remained in charge, however, by instructing the pledges to follow 
her doing stretches and specific exercises instead of just lounging around. She 
ordered the pledges to swim several laps and then to get out, towel off, and head 
downstairs to shower.

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A week had gone by since Lisa and the others first submitted themselves to Tracy 
and Heather, which for Lisa was enough time to begin forming an opinion about 
both women. It was obvious that Tracy took her orders from Heather, since the 
Pledge Mistress was a position under the direction of the Sergeant-at-Arms. While 
Heather was in charge of discipline for the entire sorority, Tracy's only authority 
was over the pledges.

Lisa knew that her three companions hated Tracy and were totally afraid of her. 
Certainly Cherine felt justified in hating Tracy given what had happened to her 
the night before, while Kathleen was still traumatized over the strapping she had 
received for her behavior during the medical exam. Lisa had felt Tracy's strap and 
withstood her yelling as well, but she also had been privileged to see a very 
different side of her Pledge Mistress. It turned out Tracy was an intensely difficult 
but very caring woman, one who was willing to take personal risks if she felt it 
was necessary to help another person. She had placed trust in Pledge Lisa and 
momentarily treated her as an equal, which created a secret bond between the two 
women. Among the four pledges, Lisa was the only one who understood Tracy 
was playing a role, that the mean-spirited Pledge Mistress was an act she had to 
perform to make sure her group conformed to the needs of the sorority. 

As for her treatment of Lisa, Tracy's attitude was "you and I have to perform our 
duties as Pledge Mistress and Pledge for the next three months. That's the way 
things have to be between us until you swear in. However, it's not how I really 
see you." Once the pledging period ended, Tracy would change back to normal 
and become much more approachable. Lisa was certain that once she was sworn 
in, she and Tracy were likely to become close friends.

Heather seemed totally different from Tracy. It appeared to Lisa that, of the two 
Four-Beta officers, Tracy was by far the more serious in her personality. Heather 
did not seem to take nearly as much personal interest in the pledges as did Tracy, 
and Lisa did not much care for her. If Tracy secretly sympathized with the 
pledges, Lisa suspected that Heather really didn't.

Because Lisa was not in close contact with Heather, she did not fully understand 
the Sergeant-at-Arm's responsibilities within the sorority and did not have an 
accurate reading of her personality. Heather's position required her to handle 
disciplinary matters throughout the entire sorority and make sure that a group of 
70 young women co-existed with as little friction as possible. She arbitrated 
disputes among members, set up the duty roster, and prevented cliques from 
forming and trying to take over the sorority. She handled medical emergencies, 
members' academic problems, and disputes between the Four-Betas and its rival 
sororities. The long list of duties kept her very busy, but that wasn't a problem 
because she so much enjoyed being in control of others' lives.

Heather's duties also included handling an important part of the relationship 
between the Four-Beta Sorority and the Tri-Alpha Fraternity. The Four-Beta 
Sergeant-at-Arms not only oversaw discipline and conflict resolution within the 
sorority, but also was in charge of hazing and punishing the male pledges for the 
fraternity. The fraternity members generally felt uncomfortable inflicting corporal 
punishment on each other, so they found their solution in using a female 
disciplinarian. Heather fully enjoyed performing that additional role and having 
such absolute control over a group of freshmen males.

Heather's position placed her in contact with the Triple A's much more than any 
of the other Four-Beta officers apart from the sorority's social director. One 
benefit of that constant interaction with her male counterparts was her very active 
sexual life. She enjoyed having sex and had taken advantage of her frequent trips 
to the Tri-Alpha house to experiment with nearly all of the fraternity's upper 
classmen. She sought to avoid any close relationships, because at that point in her 
life she was not ready to commit to anyone.

For a while Tri-Alpha Vice-President Jacob had pursued her hoping for a more 
serious relationship, but Heather only saw him as a casual sexual partner, not a 
potential boyfriend. That was the reason, when she noticed Jacob's attraction to 
Cherine, she did everything possible to encourage them to flirt with each other. 
Cherine's presence in the pledge group had just resolved a potentially 
uncomfortable situation for Heather.

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Following a quick shower, Tracy ordered the pledges to pull out fresh uniforms 
and put them on.

"The Triple A pledges are upstairs in the sitting room. The juniors will be doing 
their medical exams...well, on four of them, at any rate. The other two are going 
to get examined by President Alexandra's attendants. You four will get to watch."

Tracy led her group into the sitting room where three medical examination tables 
and three treadmills were set up. The sorority's 18 juniors were all business, 
dressed in white doctors' jackets and carrying clipboards. The six officers of the 
fraternity were present, along with the six officers of the sorority. Also present 
were Alexandra's two attendants, dressed, as usual, in shorts and t-shirts.

The pledge mistress ordered her group to kneel near the entrance, opposite the six 
Tri-Alpha pledges. The women's eyes immediately became glued to their male 
counterparts, because the six kneeling young men were naked, handcuffed, and 
had very nervous expressions on their faces. What struck Lisa was how different 
the male pledges looked from each other. In most fraternities, freshmen pledges 
all looked more or less the same: tall, athletic, loud, arrogant white males. The six 
naked Tri-Alpha aspirants were a very mixed group. There were two black guys, 
three white guys, and another guy who looked either Middle Eastern or Hispanic. 
The Tri-Alphas were not interested in selecting pledges based on their physical 
appearance. They were interested in getting members who were intelligent, shared 
a willingness to try new adventures in life, and above all, follow a philosophy 
about how to approach the world.

The Tri-Alpha pledges also were of varying heights and physiques, because 
physical fitness was not a prerequisite for beginning pledge training. Three of the 
men, including Ken, were in good shape, but the other three definitely needed to 
spend some quality time in the gym. The pledges did not have to be physically fit 
on the first day (although being fit certainly helped make their lives easier at the 
very beginning). Tri-Alpha pledges were expected to get in shape during the 
pledging period, because exercising was one way the fraternity weeded out 
unsuitable aspirants. The ones who could not handle the physical fitness training 
normally ended up among those quitting. 

Like its sister sorority, the Tri-Alpha Fraternity's pledging process had specific 
goals, which included sexual education, physical fitness, academic performance, 
and willingness to explore new experiences. There was plenty of harsh military-
style physical training, sexual education classes with hands-on practice, and 
classes for acquiring life skills such as understanding how bank accounts and 
credit cards worked. There also was plenty of physical discipline, sexual hazing, 
and corporal punishment which, if anything, was even harsher than the regimen of 
the sorority.

Above everything else, the fraternity wanted to use the pledging process to 
identify prospective members willing to put forth a real effort to earn full 
membership. To become a pledge for the Tri-Alpha Fraternity was not very 
difficult, but to get through the pledging program was difficult indeed. The 
attrition rate for a typical pledge group was nearly a third, somewhat higher than 
the attrition rate for the sorority. The fraternity took in large pledge groups, 
knowing that by the end of the pledging period each group would be reduced to a 
more manageable size. There were no repercussions against a pledge who decided 
to quit, but the fraternity did expect that anyone who left his pledge group to keep 
quiet about the internal workings of the Tri-Alphas. That expectation was not hard 
to enforce, because if any ex-pledge did choose to speak up, he could expect to 
have embarrassing pictures of himself circulating on the Internet within days.

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There was another factor that traditionally contributed to the Tri-Alpha attrition 
rate, their treatment at the hands of the Four-Beta Sergeant-at-Arms. Lisa and her 
companions watched in awe as Heather went into action. Because Pledge Mistress 
Tracy handled most of the routine hazing, training, and discipline matters for the 
sorority pledges, the young women had not seen the full effect of Heather as a 
disciplinarian. She had been somewhat restrained around the female pledges, with 
a couple of exceptions. Now it was Heather's turn to focus on hazing a group of 
freshmen. It turned out that she was much more vicious than Tracy, but she had 
saved herself for the guys. Lisa and her companions were about to learn that what 
Tracy had subjected to them so far had been far less severe than the hazing 
Heather was about to inflict on the males. 

The Four-Beta officer began by pacing back and forth waving a riding crop in 
their faces. She gave each young man a cruel swat on the upper back and then 
ordered them to kneel with their legs spread, fully exposing their penises and 
testicles. She used the tip of the crop to play with the men's sexual organs and 
massage their penises, while one of the Four-Beta juniors took pictures. As she 
moved the crop around their genitals, she made very sarcastic and cruel 
comments. If a pledge got hard, she made fun of him. If he didn't get hard, she 
still made fun of him. 

CRACK!!!

"Ow!"

Heather had struck the fattest member of the group quite hard on the inner thigh, 
very close to his testicles.

"You want to know why I did that pledge? Huh? You wanna know?"

"I…I yes…ma'am…why…"

"Because I felt like it, that's why! And if I feel like doing something, why 
shouldn't I? Why shouldn't I do whatever the fuck I want?"

CRACK!!!

"Uh…uh…oh…fuck that hurts…"

CRACK!!!

"Don't you fucking swear around me, pledge! Where's your fucking manners?"

CRACK!!!

"Didn't your mom tell you never to fucking swear in front of a fucking lady?"

CRACK!!!

"Don't you have any fucking respect for me?"

CRACK!!!

"AUGH! Uh…uh…uh…sorry…"

CRACK!!!

"Sorry WHAT, Pledge? Sorry WHAT?"

CRACK!!!

"Ooo…hoo…Ow!"

"Sorry WHAT, Pledge? You'd better fucking answer me, 'cause I'll rip the skin 
right off your legs if you don't…"

CRACK!!!

"S…sorry…Sergeant-at-Arms…"

CRACK!!!

"MA'AM, you little prick! MA'AM! You address me as ma'am! Didn't you read 
your pledge manual?"

"I…I…"

"That's it! I've had it with this loser! Attendants!"

"Yes Sergeant-at-Arms Heather!"

"Take this pledge and hold him down on a table! I want to show these little 
bastards what happens to irresponsible little pledges who don't memorize the 
pledge manual! I'm gonna show him what a nice thick strap is gonna feel like on 
that chubby little bottom of his."

"Yes, Sergeant-at-Arms Heather!"

President Alexandra's two male attendants immediately grabbed the pledge's arms 
and pulled him over one of the medical examination tables. Heather grabbed the 
same strap she had used on Lisa the night before and lined up to punish the 
pledge. The pledge was one of the three who needed to work out, so his bottom 
was soft. Heather noted out loud that it looked like a baby's bottom.

To the pledge's horror, one of the Four-Beta juniors brought in a camera on a 
tripod and set it up. Once she made sure she was ready to get some pictures, she 
gave Heather a thumbs-up to begin the strapping. With that the Sergeant-at-Arms 
laid into her victim, using her full body to strike as hard as possible. 

CRACK!!!…CRACK!!!…CRACK!!!…

While the high-speed camera snapped in rapid succession, the Sergeant-at-Arms 
struck very hard, landing a total of fifteen swats. Lisa later learned the purpose of 
the sudden punishment. The junior with the camera was trying to get at least one 
good shot of the instant the strap made contact with the pledge's bottom. The 
sorority women were fascinated with taking photos of male bottoms being struck 
by various implements, catching that split-second the bottom is distorted and 
flattens out under the impact of thick leather or wood. They loved seeing the flesh 
displaced, almost like splashing water. For that reason, they most enjoyed photos 
of male pledges with large, soft bottoms, ones that really gave a good splash 
effect when struck.

The pledge cried towards the end, while the others looked on in horror. 
Unfortunately for Heather's victim, there was more humiliation to come.

Lisa realized the entire hazing event had been carefully thought out, because it 
was obvious the Four Betas were prepared with Heather's props. The next ordeal 
was an enema. Two juniors came into the room carrying a large towel and a full 
enema bag. The bag was fuller than the one the Tri-Alphas had used on Kathleen, 
because its purpose was not to loosen the pledge's bowels, but instead to elicit 
responses to some embarrassing questions. Lisa later learned another detail about 
enemas given to male pledges. Unlike the enemas given to Four-Beta pledges, 
those given to Tri-Alpha pledges were pure water. There were no herbs to relax 
the subject or make the experience more enjoyable.

Once the towel was laid out, the two women grabbed the still-crying freshman 
and forced him on his elbows and knees. They made sure his badly marked 
bottom was turned upwards and his anus fully visible to everyone in the room.

While the camera continued to click, Heather put on medical gloves and 
lubricated a fingertip. She massaged the pledge's sphincter, poked her finger 
inside, and finally pulled it out to make room for the enema tube. While one of the 
juniors held the bag, Heather inserted the nozzle and opened the clip. The bag 
slowly emptied as the pledge's stomach swelled. Once all the water was safely in 
his intestines, Heather closed the clip and pulled out the tube. 

"You will hold this until I say you can go potty. If you spill so much as one drop 
of water, we're starting all over. Now stand up!"

The pledge's face reflected the extreme discomfort from the sudden change of 
posture and the shifting of water inside his intestines. He now was ready to be 
interrogated.

"Pledge, I got a question for you, and you'd better answer honestly if you want to 
go potty. You ready?"

"Uh…yes, ma'am…please…"

"How often do you masturbate?"

"I…uh…about once a day…"

"So you don't have a girlfriend?"

"Uh, no…not now…not since…uh…March…"

"Did you masturbate when you had your girlfriend?"

"Uh…yeah."

"That's yes MA'AM, pledge. You're gonna pay for that as soon as we're done."

"Yes, ma'am."

"Well, why would you masturbate if you had a girlfriend?"

"She…uh…was kinda religious…and…uh…she didn't want to…you know…"

"Have sex?"

"Yes, ma'am. She didn't wanna have sex."

"Well, did you tell her you masturbated?"

"No ma'am…I couldn't tell her that…"

"That's terrible! You kept a secret from your girlfriend! If you were so dishonest, 
no wonder she left you."

"I…it was embarrassing…"

"Well, duh…"

Heather gently massaged the pledge's swollen stomach, adding to his distress.

"Now another question. When you masturbate, what do you normally think 
about?"

"I…I got…you know…some magazines…"

"What kind of magazines, Pledge? Please be more specific."

The pledge named a couple of well-known men's magazines, ones that were 
known for using models with breast implants.

"So you like looking a models with fake tits? You're telling me that looking at 
silicone bags makes you want to stroke yourself? Is that what you're telling me?"

"I…ma'am…I didn't…think about it like that…you know…"

"Yeah, you did! You like looking at bags of silicone! For you that's sexy!"

Heather then did something that shocked all the pledges in the room, male and 
female. She took out a box from one the exam tables and held up a silicone breast 
implant. She massaged the device and waved it in front of the pledge's face.

"Hmm…isn't this sexy? Doesn't this bag of silicone just want to make you spew 
right now? Come-on, let's see you get hard!"

Heather continued to fondle the implant only inches in front of the pledge's face.

"Come on…I'm waiting!"

Of course nothing happened to the pledge's penis. Instead, his face was becoming 
more and more stressed from the increasing pressure in his intestines. The other 
officers looked on with concern, because it was obvious the pledge couldn't hold 
the enema much longer. If he released, there would be a horrible mess to clean up. 
Fortunately Heather realized the impending disaster just in time, and ordered the 
attendants to take the suffering freshman to the nearest toilet. He expelled with 
several very loud splashes while the Four-Beta junior with the camera 
documented his ongoing humiliation.

When he finished, the attendants unlocked the pledge's handcuffs and ordered 
him to wipe himself off and flush the toilet. They re-cuffed him and took him 
downstairs to the pledge shower, where more humiliation was waiting. The Four-
Beta sophomores were gathered in the basement, where they converged on the 
victim and chained him in the shower. Once he was covered with soap, they 
shaved off all his pubic hair. They did not shave the hair on the guy's ass. The 
hair on his bottom would have to be removed as well, but in a more permanent 
manner. That would have to be waxed off.

The women ordered the guy on his hands and knees and to turn his now clean 
backside facing upwards. Meanwhile, they heated and applied the wax to the 
surface of the freshman's already suffering bottom.

"You know, Pledge, waxing hurts a lot more after you've been punished, 'cause 
your skin's a lot more sensitive. But that's OK, 'cause we're gonna get rid of all 
that nasty hair and give you a nice smooth ass."

RIP!!!

"Agh!"

RIP!!!

"OW!"

RIP!!!

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Heather repeated the same treatment on the other three heterosexual freshmen. 
She started by cruelly marking the insides of their thighs with the riding crop, and 
then strapped their exposed bottoms for the benefit of the high-speed camera. The 
strapping was followed by an enema, an interrogation about the pledge's 
masturbation habits, and finally a desperate trip to the toilet adjacent to the sitting 
room. Following the ordeal in the sitting room, each pledge then was taken 
downstairs to be showered, shaved, and have his bottom waxed. While Heather 
and her photographer remained occupied upstairs, the sophomores in the 
basement kept busy with clean-up and waxing duty.

Finally the four straight pledges, cleaned up but minus their pubic hair and their 
dignity, returned to their kneeling positions in the sitting room. The attention now 
shifted to Ken, who had declared himself bisexual, and the final pledge, who had 
declared himself openly gay. The humiliating treatment for them was the same as 
it had been for the straight pledges, except their ordeal was handled by President 
Alexandra's two male attendants.

The strapping that followed was no big deal for Lisa's boyfriend, given the 
whippings he had endured during his time with her over the past five months. He 
got the standard 15 strokes and the Four-Beta photographer took several good 
shots of his bottom as the strap made contact. Lisa could have predicted what 
happened next. When Ken stood up he had a full erection. A surge of sexual 
desire and frustration swept through her upon seeing that hard-on. Just two weeks 
before that hard-on would have been for her to enjoy. Now, more than likely, it 
would end up being emptied into a jar or stuck up some guy's ass.

Lisa drew a deep breath when it was Ken's turn to receive his enema and be 
interrogated. As he turned his bottom up and the tube slid in, Lisa felt a pang of 
nostalgia. The last enema he had endured had been the one that she had given him 
following a paddling she had administered to him during finals week of the spring 
semester. She had been totally turned on by the sight of that tube sliding between 
his very red bottom-cheeks, one of his final gestures of total sexual submission as 
her sub and her lover. It hurt her to think, even at that moment, her relationship 
with Ken was not what she thought it had been, that already he had turned in his 
pledge questionnaire with his confession about his attraction to other men.

As she watched her ex-boyfriend struggle to endure the strapping and enema of 
his first episode of hazing, Lisa knew that, in spite of everything, she would miss 
him and the relationship he had given her. With him she had been able to do 
whatever she wanted. She had enjoyed five months of complete sexual 
satisfaction and had become used to having every sexual desire fulfilled. With her 
new lover Lisa knew she would have to restrain herself, because Kathleen would 
never be able to handle the rough treatment she had inflicted on her former 
boyfriend.

Ken's forced confession focused not on his masturbation habits, but instead on the 
details of his secret crush on Jason Schmidt. Lisa had to listen to Ken explain that, 
even while he was dating and having sex with her, his hidden sexual fantasies 
really revolved around Jason. Ken confessed that his feelings towards his friend 
were not sado-masochistic, but more a desire to touch him, share massages and 
cuddling, and eventually exchange oral sex. He might have wanted to spank 
Jason, but only a soft erotic spanking, not one for punishment. Apparently Ken's 
feelings towards Jason had intensified towards the end of the spring semester. He 
had been unable to act on them partly because of his relationship with Lisa, but 
mostly because Jason was fiercely guarded by his girlfriend Cecilia. Had it not 
been for Cecilia, it was very likely that Ken would have tried to seduce him.

At the prompting of his interrogator, Ken's confession turned to his feelings 
towards Lisa. He still cared for her and very much enjoyed the sexual stimuli her 
punishments always elicited from him. What he wished, however, was that he 
didn't always have to be severely beaten to be aroused. He knew, for example, 
that had he been able to seduce Jason and take a dominant role in their love-
making, he could have had an orgasm without having to have it beaten out of him.

Kathleen cast a sympathetic glance over at Lisa, whose pained expression clearly 
indicated she was not enjoying having to listen to the topic. Of everyone in the 
room, Kathleen understood what Lisa must have been feeling at that moment 
better than anyone else. She had endured more than her share of betrayals, some 
of which were far more mean-spirited than anything Lisa had ever experienced. 
Kathleen knew. She had been there, many times over. She resolved to do what she 
could to comfort her lover once the males were out of the house and the women 
had a few minutes to themselves.

By the time Ken was escorted to the toilet, he had confessed more of his most 
secret thoughts than any other member in the pledge group. Lisa's anger and 
feeling of betrayal was tempered by the knowledge that there was no way her 
boyfriend could have put all of what he had just said into words had he tried to 
tell her directly. What got the truth out of him were the enema and his desperate 
desire to use the toilet. As Ken staggered to the bathroom, the fraternity officers 
appeared satisfied with what had just happened and the results of his 
interrogation. Ken's dilemma now was out in the open and he could begin to deal 
with it honestly.

Ken was escorted downstairs to be showered, shaved, and waxed. The showering 
and shaving would be conducted by males, but waxing, even of gay pledges, 
remained the responsibility of the Four-Beta sophomores. The women stood aside 
while the attendants took off their clothes and stepped into the shower with the 
pledge. Ken remained erect throughout most of the shower and shaving. Of 
course, the event was documented in detail by a Four-Beta camera. As soon as 
Ken was rinsed and dried off, the waxing crew forced him to go on his elbows 
and knees. A couple of minutes later his bottom was stripped of all hair and he 
went back into the shower for a final rinse-off.

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As soon as all six of the male pledges were clean and had returned to their 
kneeling positions in the sitting room, the medical exam began. The Four-Beta 
juniors split up into teams, each team picking one of the female pledges to assist. 
The check-ups progressed systematically and very quickly, starting with questions 
about each patient's medical history. The physical part of the exam started at the 
head. The patient was checked for skin ailments, eye problems, hearing problems, 
nose and throat problems, and finally dental problems. Pulse, heartbeat, and 
breathing came next, before each patient lay on his back for an abdominal exam. 
The women momentarily ignored the freshly-shaved public area and concentrated 
on the condition of the pledges' legs and feet. The women checked each pledge's 
posture, body mass, and the flexibility of his joints. Of course, no exam would be 
complete without a rectal temperature measurement. There was a thorough 
examination of each subject's penis and testicles, and last but not least, the rectal 
exam and prostate check. The honor of conducting that part of the exam fell upon 
the female pledges. The young women felt very strange as they slipped their index 
finger in between their subjects' reddish bottom-cheeks, which still bore the 
markings of their recent strappings and hair removal.

The pledges needed to provide semen samples. A fraternity member brought in 
six plastic cups, each with a pledge's name written on it. Once the cups were 
passed out the teams went to work, massaging their subjects' penises and 
prostates. One by one the young men groaned as they surrendered their semen to 
the waiting cups. The Four-Beta junior with the camera was quick to document 
the moment each male pledge climaxed and his specimen was collected. The Tri-
Alpha officer collected the specimens and took them out to a waiting car. It turned 
out the specimens were being collected for real analysis and would be delivered to 
a nearby clinic.

Following the general physical the six young men had to run a mile on the 
treadmills to get their heart rates up. The female pledges giggled as three of the 
naked fraternity aspirants started running. They ran as hard as they could, 
motivated by the Four-Beta Sergeant-at-Arms and her ever-present riding crop. 

The fattest member of the male pledge group got plenty of attention and lots of 
motivational strokes from Heather. When he finished, his body was saturated in 
sweat and his face almost purple from exhaustion. Heather had a disconcerting 
suggestion:

"You know Pledge, what we ought to do? You and me can spend some quality 
time running tonight. I can pace you, and I'll make sure you get a real good 
workout. It'll be just you and me, running in the cool summer nighttime. Of 
course, you'll be running bare-assed, just like you are now, because I wouldn't 
want you to get overheated. Doesn't that sound like fun?"

"I...uh...yes ma'am...I guess."

"Fantastic! We got a deal! I'll come get you at midnight, and we'll go running 
together! Just ask your Pledge Master for permission, and he'll have you ready."

The color in the pledge's face changed from purplish-red to white. Heather 
touched the freshman's arm.

"Come-on sweetie, don't be shy. Just go over and ask your Pledge Master..."

Holy Shit! She's serious about this, thought the pledge to himself. Very 
reluctantly he went over to the Tri-Alpha Pledge Master and knelt. The fraternity 
officer struggled to keep a straight face as he told the pledge what an honor it was 
to get to exercise alone with the Four-Beta Sergeant-at-Arms, and of course he 
had the fraternity's permission.

"I'll make sure you're stretched out and ready to go at midnight. You're one lucky 
dude, and I'm jealous! I'd love to go running with Sergeant-at-Arms Heather, but 
she's never invited me."

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The Four-Betas offered a light dinner to the Tri-Alpha pledges and fraternity 
officers. Heather quietly let out the word to the sorority's sophomores and pledges 
that there was to be absolutely no clean-up from dinner, because the Triple-A 
pledges would be responsible for straightening the Four-Beta house following the 
formal induction ceremony. 

Following the meal and a quick bathroom break, Tracy and her Tri-Alpha 
counterpart directed the male pledges to go outside and off-load the fraternity's 
speaker's podium from a pickup truck parked in the sorority's driveway. It was 
still light outside, and the six naked males had to endure the enthusiastic cheering 
and whistling from neighboring sorority houses as they struggled to get the 
podium off the truck and through the front door without banging or damaging it. 
They carried the podium into the sitting room and set it up next to the Four-Beta 
speaker's podium. The sorority's sophomores checked the room's lighting while 
the male pledges went back outside to off-load several long benches.

As soon as the male pledges finished setting up the ceremonial room, Heather 
ordered them to wash their hands and kneel facing the podiums. Tracy dimmed 
the lights, set President Alexandra's bell on her podium, and ordered her pledges 
to kneel in front of the podiums, facing the males. 

Repeating the protocol from exactly one week before, the Tri-Alpha president, 
dressed in a tuxedo, and the Four-Beta president, wearing a formal evening dress, 
entered the room together and took their positions at the podiums. The Four-Beta 
president rang her hand-bell and the other well-dressed fraternity and sorority 
members filed into the room. As before, the men and women quickly separated by 
sex and by class. The Tri-Beta president again rang her hand-bell. There was both 
old business and new business that needed to be addressed before the Tri-Alphas 
could present their pledges:

"Pledge Mistress Tracy!"

"Yes, President Alexandra!"

"Please present your pledge group and give us and update on their progress!"

"Yes, President Alexandra!" She turned to the four kneeling women: "PLEDGES! 
STAND UP!"

Lisa's group scrambled to their feet, turned to face the podium, and stood at 
attention. Tracy recited the training activities and challenges completed over the 
past week. She surprised the three freshmen by saying her group had adapted 
admirably to pledge life and she was very pleased with their performance so far.

The sorority president then asked each member of the pledge group if she wanted 
to continue pledging. Each young woman responded affirmatively. With that the 
pledges were ordered to turn away from the podium and resume their kneeling 
position facing the males.

Now that old business was finished, it was time to move on to new business and 
the main event of the night, the presentation of the Tri-Alpha Fraternity's six new 
pledges. The chapter president bellowed out:

"Sergeant-at-Arms Patrick!"

"Yes, President!"

"We understand that you have brought us six persons who wish to share our 
journey through life!"

"Yes, President!"

"Very well, Sergeant-at-Arms! You will present them to us!"

"Yes, President!" 

The presentation ceremony was a repeat of the one performed for the Four-Beta 
pledges the previous week, beginning with a tap on the shoulder from a riding 
crop. Each naked pledge stood quietly facing the women and men in the room, 
giving everyone enough time to study his exposed body. One difference between 
the Four-Beta presentation and the Tri-Alpha presentation was the condition of 
the men's bodies. Already they were marked up with welts on their inner thighs 
and bottoms. Lisa and her companions had been spared the humiliation of being 
punished before their public presentation, but apparently with the guys the custom 
was different. They had to show up with their bodies already marked up as proof 
they really wanted to be pledges and commit themselves to the fraternity. On the 
other hand, there was no formal marking of the male pledges with a welt on the 
shoulder from three strokes of the riding crop. The injury to the shoulder was a 
custom unique to the sorority.  The fraternity had nothing comparable. 

A pang of nostalgia swept through Lisa when Ken stood up with his marked body 
and faced the podium. She realized just how hard it would be for her to see him 
several times each week, knowing that he now was out of her reach. Sure, she 
could still punish him during hazing events if she wanted, but what good would 
that do her? For Lisa punishing Ken and sex always went together. She had no 
desire to punish him if she could not enjoy having sex with him afterwards. It was 
at that moment that she resolved one issue in her mind. She decided that she 
would not touch Ken during the pledging period. Whenever he had to be 
punished, she would delegate that task to another member of her group.

President Alexandra and her male counterpart gave speeches similar to the 
welcoming message given to the female pledges the previous week. Following the 
speeches, each male pledge was asked if he wanted to continue with his 
"journey", and each responded affirmatively. Lisa detected a note of hesitation in 
the voice of the fattest member of the group, given that the Four-Beta Sergeant-at-
Arms had singled him out for particularly rough treatment. Lisa wondered if he 
would be the first out of the group to quit.

The males accepted their blindfolds and handcuffs, which had to be put on to 
allow the fraternity members to formally vote for them to continue pledging. As 
was true for the Four-Betas, the Tri-Alphas vote was a formality. Not all of the 
Triple-A pledges were likely to finish the pledging process, but it would be up to 
the pledges themselves, not the fraternity members, to decide whether or not to 
continue the effort to join the fraternity.

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Once the ceremony ended, the six males had to pose for several group shots. The 
first were of the men by themselves, standing next to each other facing the camera 
and facing away from the camera. That was followed by several group-shots with 
the Four-Beta pledges, the naked bodies of the men contrasting with the shorts 
and t-shirts of the women.

The final Tri-Alpha pledge portrait was a rather humiliating one, at least for the 
straight members of the group. Heather ordered the men to line up and turn 
sideways, with the openly gay pledge in the front and Ken in the back. The four 
straight pledges were sandwiched in between. She then instructed each pledge to 
grab the hips of the man in front of him and press against his body. She used her 
riding crop to make sure each pledge was in very intimate contact with the pledge 
in front of him. Finally she ordered the men to turn their faces the camera to allow 
the embarrassing position to be documented on film.

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The pledges carried the benches and Tri-Alpha speaker's podium back to the 
waiting pick-up truck after the ceremony ended and the upperclassmen dispersed. 
Meanwhile, Tracy passed out inspection manuals to the members of her pledge 
group.

"We're testing both you and the Triple-A's tonight. They're gonna clean up the 
house and you're gonna supervise them. How well they clean this place is a 
reflection of your ability to direct them according to what's in the manual. You all 
know what needs to be done, and I'm sure you could do just fine cleaning this 
place up yourselves. Well, let's find out how well you can get someone else to get 
this house in compliance with what's in the manual. I don't consider this just a 
clean-up. I consider it an important test of your ability to organize, give 
instructions, and lead. The fraternity considers this a test of their ability to follow 
instructions and cooperate with each other. In other words, you need to take this 
very seriously. You all understand?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"There's discipline implements in the small room near the back door. Each of you 
is welcome to go back there and grab something, if you think you'll need it."

"Yes, ma'am."

"OK ladies. Inspection tomorrow morning at 6:00 a.m. for all common areas. 
Have a pleasant evening."

"Yes, ma'am."

