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 3 - Medical Exam

A couple more turns and a couple blocks later, the van arrived at the Tri-Alpha 
house. The fraternity house was somewhat larger than the Four-Beta house and 
closer to the university. Like the sorority, the fraternity was clean and very well 
maintained. Lisa noticed a rival fraternity across the street that had trash in the 
yard and was not nearly as nice, but she knew that the guys over there were a 
bunch of drunks. At the Tri-Alpha house a passer-by would never see any beer 
bottles or party trash, because neither the Tri-Alphas nor the Four-Betas permitted 
alcohol on their properties. Drunkenness and drug use were grounds for 
immediate and permanent expulsion from both the fraternity and its sister 
sorority.

The minivan pulled up to the sidewalk, which meant the two pledges would have 
to walk up the driveway to get into the house. Again they had to listen to whistles 
and catcalls from the neighboring fraternities as they made their way in the bright 
sunlight to the front door.

Tracy rang the doorbell. “Alright you two, you know the drill. On your knees. 
Show these gentlemen respect, and you’ll get respect. Don’t show them respect, 
and your asses will pay.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

The two naked women sank to their knees, just in time for the door to open. Three 
young men, all of them well dressed, answered the door. Lisa recognized one of 
them as the newly elected Tri-Alpha chapter president. Tracy tapped her with her 
foot, her cue to address the hosts.

“Pledge Lisa requests permission to speak.”

“Speak, Pledge Lisa.”

“Pledge Lisa asks permission for herself and Pledge Cherine to enter.”

“Permission granted, Pledge Lisa. You and Pledge Cherine may enter.”

The two pledges stood up, hugely relieved at finally being able to get off the street 
and out of sight of the other fraternities. They kicked off their sandals and went 
into a huge sitting room that also served as the Tri-Alpha ceremonial room. Two 
other naked young women already were kneeling on the floor. Tracy introduced 
them as Pledge Bernadette and Pledge Kathleen. Lisa had been told that there 
were a total of four pledges in the summer group, and realized the two kneeling 
women must be the other two summer pledges. Lisa and Cherine took their places 
next to the other two women and sank to their knees. 

In spite of being physically fit and almost exactly same age, the four women’s 
bodies were very different from each other. Lisa was tall and thin, her bleach-
blond hair contrasting with her deeply tanned body. Cherine was the shortest 
member of the group, with beautiful solid dark skin that contrasted with the skin-
tones of her three companions. Bernadette’s body was soft and perfectly white 
except for a few faint freckles on her arms and shoulders. Kathleen’s body was 
sharply two-toned; her deeply tanned legs, shoulders, and lower back contrasting 
with her white bottom and breasts. 

Several more well-dressed fraternity and sorority members entered the room, 
including the chapter president of the Four-Betas, the chapter vice-president, and 
the treasurer. Heather, the sorority’s sergeant-in-arms, stood next to the four 
aspirants, holding a notebook and a riding crop.

Lisa found it interesting that both the Tri-Alphas and the Four-Betas were fairly 
representative of the U.S. college-aged population as a whole. Two of the Four-
Beta officers were black, as was the Tri-Alpha chapter vice-president. The 
fraternity’s sergeant-in-arms looked Hispanic, and one of the Four-Beta assistants 
was Asian. Cherine was the only black member of the small pledge group, but 
most definitely she would not be out of place once she became a full-standing 
member of the sorority.

Lisa, whose sharp eyes caught everything, noticed the Tri-Alpha vice-president 
looking longingly at Cherine. He to be seemed smitten with the young woman the 
moment he laid eyes one her. That was no surprise, because Cherine was quite 
attractive. If she could get over her shyness and make it through the initiation, she 
easily could have her pick of the guys in the fraternity.

There was no question that Lisa planned to tell her companion about the vice-
president’s interest in her, because there was a good chance Cherine could play 
his attraction to get herself more lenient treatment whenever she had to perform 
duties in the Tri-Alpha house. That would be important, because Lisa could tell 
that her companion was seriously considering backing out of her pledge 
commitment. Lisa hoped that the prospect of better treatment in the fraternity and 
a possible relationship with one of the Tri-Alpha officers might be enough to 
motivate Cherine to stay in.

Lisa knew what was coming next. It was customary that all new pledges, both 
male and female, be subjected to a medical examination before the ID pictures 
and the swearing-in ceremony. The medical examination had to be conducted in 
full view of the officers of both the sorority and fraternity. The exam was a very 
rough experience for anyone with any modesty and was considered an important 
test of a pledge’s suitability to continue the initiation process. Not only did the 
fraternity and sorority want to ensure that their members had full knowledge of 
the human body, but also they used the medical examinations as an important 
means to evaluate each pledge’s willingness to obey orders and part with any 
remaining inhibitions. On that day the female pledges were required to subject 
themselves to public medical examinations, while Ken his fellow male pledges 
would face similar examinations from the Four-Betas before they swore in the 
following week.

The rules of the fraternity and its sister sorority required examiners to be the 
opposite sex of the subjects being examined. Conducting the pledge examinations 
was an official duty of the junior class; Tri-Alpha juniors examined Four-Beta 
pledges, and Four-Beta juniors examined Tri-Alpha pledges. To that rule there 
was an important exception. If a pledge declared himself homosexual or herself 
lesbian on the initial application form, then the medical examinations were 
conducted by juniors of the same sex. Lisa and her three companions were all 
straight, so the fraternity guys would examine them all.

The equipment in the room included a padded examination table, a full set of 
medical instruments, two treadmills, and a gynecological examination chair. The 
table and treadmills would be used first, while the chair would be used during the 
final part of the medical evaluation.

Ten young men wearing white doctors’ smocks, stethoscopes, and medical gloves 
marched single file into the room. The group split, with five males lining up on 
one side of the table and five lining up on the other side. Each examiner was 
holding a clipboard with medical charts attached.

Heather addressed the first pledge:

“Pledge Kathleen, stand up and step forward please.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

The young woman stood up and took several steps forward. The Four-Beta 
chapter president approached trembling pledge. She pointed at the floor, 
indicating that she needed to get back on her knees.

“Pledge Kathleen. Those tan lines are completely unacceptable!”

“I…uh…yes, ma’am.”

“If you know that, then why do you have ‘em?”

“I…I went to the lake last week with my parents on their boat…you know, 
like…’cause I was with ‘em…and I…I couldn’t go without a swimsuit, you 
know…like…not in front of my family…”

“Well, they look like shit, and we don’t allow it. All right, Pledge. I’m gonna let 
you slide, just because it was with your folks. I’m giving you till the end of the 
week to get those tan-lines off your body. After your ID pictures are taken you 
will immediately report to sergeant-in-arms Heather and she’ll tell you what you 
need to do.”

“Yes, ma’am. Thank you, ma’am.”

“Alright, Pledge, get back with the others.”

“Yes, ma’am!”

As Kathleen turned around, the leader of the Four-Betas landed a sharp slap on 
her bottom, marking her un-tanned skin with a vivid pink handprint. Kathleen, 
very nervous and totally embarrassed, knelt and re-joined the other pledges.

The Tri-Alpha chapter president stepped forward, holding a large old-style glass 
thermometer in his hand. Lisa recognized it as a rectal thermometer, wondering if 
her companions realized how their body temperatures were about to be taken. A 
vague feeling of erotic excitement swept over her as she speculated how the tube 
of glass would feel inserted into her tender backside. She wondered what position 
she and the others would assume and how long they would have to stay still until 
their temperatures registered. She found the entire idea, exposing the most 
intimate part of herself to one of those guys in the white smocks, feeling the 
gloved finger as it gently lubricated and massaged her exposed sphincter, and 
finally feeling of the uncompromising cold glass as it invaded her body…the 
whole idea totally excited her. Her heart rate picked up and she could feel the 
beginnings of wetness between her legs. Oh, please…not the wetness, she thought 
to herself. Not here…not now…

The president of the Tri-Alphas began speaking, as his counterpart from the Four-
Betas stood at his side.

“Alright Pledges, we’re gonna get started. As you all know, an important goal of 
the Tri-Alpha and Four-Beta program is for our members to become thoroughly 
familiar with the human body. The human body is the temple that houses our 
souls, and therefore to understand life we must start by completely understanding 
the temple of our own flesh. As part of our journey to enlighten ourselves we first 
seek to become knowledgeable about our own bodies, and then knowledgeable 
about the bodies of other people. An important part of that wealth of knowledge is 
medical training. We seek to become completely proficient in conducting basic 
medical evaluations, enduring rigorous physical training, and administering first 
aid. As freshmen and sophomores you will routinely subject yourselves to 
medical examinations, but by your third year with us you will be fully qualified 
and expected to conduct medical examinations yourselves. Four years from now, 
or whenever you choose to complete your time with us, the human body will hold 
no secrets from you.”

The president of the Four-Betas gestured to the four kneeling pledges, who 
responded in unison: “Yes, sir.”

The Tri-Alpha president continued:

“An important part of our practical knowledge of the human body is our 
knowledge of each other. Every person in this room will become intimately 
familiar with each of your bodies, and, as time passes, you will become intimately 
familiar with each of us.”

“Yes, sir”

“We’ll start out by doing a general check-up. We’ll be taking your temperatures, 
collecting specimens, and finally looking you over more thoroughly. Well check 
you head to toe: your vitals, your physical fitness, blood pressure, and heartbeat. 
We’ll check your reflexes, eyes, hearing, and then finally look for any lesions, 
cysts, signs of breast cancer, vaginal infections, polyps, hemorrhoids, yeast…the 
works. We’ve got our own heath insurance plan and as of now you are covered. If 
we find anything wrong we’ll forward you to a specialist and you’ll get it fixed, 
on us. We take care of our own.”

“Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.”

“Alright, let’s get started. Anyone want to go first?”

The pledges glanced at each other with very frightened and bewildered 
expressions. They had known that the medical exam was an important test of their 
resolve to continue with their pledge commitment, but now that the moment had 
come, they were totally humiliated and terrified. Even Lisa was scared, but her 
anxiety was mixed with anticipation and intense sexual arousal.

At that moment Lisa realized she needed to take the initiative for her group. She 
needed to volunteer to go first, let her fellow pledges watch her be examined, and 
then give moral support as each of the others went through the upcoming ordeal. 
Lisa could tell that all three of her companions were wavering, wondering 
whether they could really face an entire summer of pledging. No, they couldn’t 
quit; that couldn’t be allowed to happen. Lisa’s character and her instincts for 
helping the others demanded that she not let any of them drop out. They would 
make it through the pledge process, all four of them, as a group. They would 
make it, because Lisa would take the lead and the others would follow her. She 
stood up.

“I’m ready, sir. With your permission, I’ll go first.”

“OK, Pledge Lisa. Hop up on the table and we’ll get started.”

“Yes, sir.”

With that Lisa sat on the table and her examination began. She was a bit surprised 
at the professionalism of the juniors examining her as they asked her to cough, 
took her pulse and blood pressure, looked down her throat, shined lights into her 
ears and eyes, and checked her reflexes. The noted several old scars on her knees 
from childhood bicycle accidents and asked her at length about her medical 
history. The group took turns examining her, switching off to take down notes 
that later would be consolidated into a single medical file. The juniors then told 
her to lie on her back while they checked her digestive system by pressing their 
fingers into her intestines. They pressed her uterus and noted her appendectomy 
scar. 

Finally two new examiners took notes about her breasts and checked them for 
lumps. The two young men moved their fingers in circles around Lisa’s breasts 
and lymph nodes, in a serious effort to find any problems. One of them did find a 
small lump and made a note in his chart to have Lisa see a doctor to check it out. 
More than likely nothing serious, he told her, but why take chances?

Lisa’s examiners switched off again. One of them told her to sit up and get on her 
knees and elbows on the table. She complied, turning her bottom towards her 
companions and assuming the required position. The exhibitionist in her came out 
full-force as she spread her knees, arched her back, and lewdly exposed herself to 
everyone in the room. A warm feeling of erotic excitement swept over her as she 
felt a gloved hand touch her bottom and a fingertip gently spread Vaseline over 
her bottom-hole. Her examiner, who was well aware that she was excited and was 
getting aroused himself, let her wait a moment before inserting the thermometer. 
He wanted to allow his patient’s anticipation to build before the glass rod made its 
way inside her.

The juniors made more notes in their charts while Lisa remained on her elbows 
and knees and the thermometer stayed in place inside her backside. Everyone was 
looking at her, and she was loving it. She was disappointed when she felt the 
thermometer slide out. However, her examiner, who was enjoying Lisa’s 
examination every bit as much as she was enjoying it, decided to prolong her 
ordeal.

“I don’t think we got a good reading. Let me shake it down and we’ll try again.”

Again the fingertip gently massaged her sphincter, and again the thermometer 
made its way inside. She held her position for several minutes before the 
thermometer slid back out. To her disappointment she heard:

“Alright, that reading was good. Your temperature’s normal, but your heart rate 
seems a bit high and you have quite a bit of vaginal discharge.”

The junior changed gloves and again lubricated the fingertip.

“We’ll be done in just a second, Pledge. I’m just gonna do a rectal exam and then 
we’ll move you to the chair.”

The young man slid his finger deep inside Lisa’s bottom and began exploring her 
insides. The feeling was totally weird, but she loved it and was becoming even 
more aroused. At that moment Lisa forgot all about Ken and fantasized about 
being bent over, her hands and feet immobilized, surrendering her bottom to that 
guy in the white lab-coat. Neither Ken nor her former boyfriend had ever taken 
her from behind, but as that stranger’s finger continued to move around that 
fantasy totally filled her thoughts and desires. Take me…take me…take 
me…that’s it…up the ass…yes…fuck me right up the ass…

All too soon the Tri-Alpha pulled his finger out of Lisa’s bottom, but he 
instructed her to stay in position so he could wipe her clean. The gentle touches of 
the cool wipe cleared away the remnants of her temperature taking and exam, but 
only added to her intense excitement.

Lisa eagerly moved to the gynecological chair. She placed her legs in the stirrups 
and found her body even more exposed than before. As she felt the cool air-
conditioning of the room blow against her very wet vagina, Lisa looked around 
and noticed everyone in the room continuing to stare at her. Her breathing 
shuttered and was irregular from her arousal and by now her entire private area 
was very wet.

Heather and Tracy talked quietly, first between themselves, and then to the guy 
who had done Lisa’s temperature taking and rectal exam. This wasn’t the first 
time a pledge had become so aroused during an examination. Usually it was the 
guys who needed to be calmed down, but Lisa was not the first woman who ever 
got out of control, nor would she be the last. There was a solution, and it was 
quite simple…

Tracy put her hand on Lisa’s forearm:

“Pledge Lisa, we’re gonna need to calm you down. We’re used to this, but usually 
it’s with the guys.”

“I…I’m sorry, ma’am. It’s just…”

“That’s OK, Pledge. Just close your eyes and try to relax. We’ll take care of it.”

Take care of it? Take care of what? However, Lisa did as she was ordered and 
closed her eyes. She felt a cloth descend over the top part of her face and heard 
the footsteps of several people coming close to her. Then, all over her skin she felt 
the light touches of several sets of fingertips. The touches explored her entire 
body, seeking her most vulnerable and sensitive areas. She felt the light caresses 
on her face, her lips, her nipples, her stomach, her legs, and finally her exposed 
pelvis. The touches were tentative and teasing, leaving her desperate for more. It 
was obvious that the Tri-Alphas knew what they were doing and that her climax 
was not far off. Soon she was moaning in desperation as a series of light touches 
centered on massaging the juices of her arousal. As she came close to climaxing 
the smell of her orgasm permeated the entire room.

A fingertip expertly teased her clitoris. Lisa knew it probably was one of the Tri-
Alphas who was touching her, but fantasized that it was either Heather or Tracy. 
As she had fantasized just a few minutes before about being fucked up the ass, 
now she was fantasizing about submitting to the two strong-willed women who 
were bossing her and Cherine around. Oh, Tracy, if only it were you doing this to 
me…I’d be yours…oh yes…take me…seduce me…

The Tri-Alphas forced Lisa to climax, but took their time prolonging her orgasm. 
Perspiration covered her body as she shuddered and moaned from the delicious 
feeling of all those hands on her body, and especially that one expert hand 
between her legs that was guiding her through such exquisite joy.

The three other pledges continued to kneel as they watched the seduction of their 
companion in total disbelief. Lisa, easily the strongest-willed member of the 
group, now was completely under the control of her examiners. There was not a 
hint of pride or self-control in her as she spread herself desperately wanting that 
orgasm to continue. The physical sensations she was enjoying filled every thought 
in her head and momentarily took over her entire world.

Finally the spell broke and the orgasm came to an end. Lisa remained in her chair, 
her legs spread wide and her body on display to everyone in the room. She was 
exhausted, totally and deliciously exhausted. Her body reeked from sweat and 
sexual arousal. 

Lisa’s examiners went back to work. They measured her pulse and heartbeat as 
her breathing returned to normal. One of the guys rolled a cart of medical 
instruments close to the examination chair and lubricated a speculum. He took a 
seat between her legs and pushed the device inside. He examined her and called 
out his observations to another Tri-Alpha writing into a medical form. He calmly 
conducted a pap smear and handed the sample to another member of the 
examination team who took it out of the room. The patient, still coming down off 
the high of her recent orgasm, barely noticed anything from the gynecological 
portion of her exam.

One of the team members announced to the others that he did not think that 
Pledge Lisa needed to get on the treadmill, because he had taken a good reading 
of her heart rate right after she climaxed and several more as her pulse returned to 
normal.

“I honestly don’t think we’re gonna get her heart rate that high again no matter 
how hard we run her. I’m pretty sure she was maxed out.”

The others agreed and Lisa was spared a 15-minute run on the treadmill.

The examination ended with the unpleasant part of drawing blood for various 
medical tests. The fraternity had its own specialized chair for blood drawing, 
which made sense because the Tri-Alphas sponsored frequent blood drives as well 
as examining their own members. After the pledge sat down one of the Tri-Alpha 
juniors expertly drew her blood, as well as any nurse could have taken it. He 
barely left a mark in her arm, one that would be gone the next day. Her medical 
exam now was finished and a member of the examination team helped her get out 
of her chair. 

Two new Tri-Alphas dressed in matching shorts and t-shirts entered the room and 
were directed to take Lisa’s arms. The newcomers led her into the hallway and 
guided her to a large bathroom at the end of the building. The bathroom had a 
large shower stall with several long flexible nozzles. It also had a pair of chains 
with cuffs hanging from the ceiling. The two Tri-Alphas directed the pledge’s 
attention to a small sign bolted on the wall next to the shower. Lisa read:

Pledge Shower

Pledges using this facility are required to request assistance. 
Under no circumstance may a pledge enter this room unescorted. 
Pledges requiring assistance will show proper behavior and respect to upper 
classmen at all times.

Lisa, still somewhat tired and disoriented from her medical exam, knelt, not 
knowing what else to do. The guys left her kneeling while they got undressed. 
Now as naked as their pledge, they took position in front of her. Lisa was scared 
at the thought of being nude in a bathroom with two naked guys, but she 
continued to kneel quietly. For a moment the room was full of tense silence, 
because she did not understand what she needed to do. Finally one of the Tri-
Alphas broke the silence with an irritated voice.

“Pledge, you need to ask us to help you get cleaned up.”

Lisa swallowed hard, and forced herself to comply. “Sir, Pledge Lisa asks 
permission to speak.”

“Yes Pledge Lisa, you may speak.”

“Sir, I need you to help me get cleaned up. Would you do me that favor, please?”

“Sure, Pledge Lisa, we’ll be happy to help you.”

The two males took Lisa’s hands and helped her stand up. The moved her hands 
to the cuffs and tightened them around her wrists. 

“Close your eyes and tilt your head back. We’ll start with your hair.”

Lisa heard the water come on and then the warm spray as one of the Tri-Alphas 
ran a nozzle over her scalp. She heard the click of a shampoo bottle lid and felt 
the cold dab of shampoo on her head. A pair of hands gently massaged the 
shampoo into her hair and quickly rinsed it off. She felt a washcloth pass soap 
over her face, and then a second washcloth cleaning it off. The nozzle again shot 
water into her hair, and then, on a gentler setting, washed the remaining soap from 
her face.

Two nozzles covered her body with warm water before two sets of hands lathered 
soap over her entire body from her neck to her feet. The guys seemed to take 
longer than necessary soaping her breasts, but she found that quite enjoyable, if 
not exactly erotic. One of the men spent a very long time soaping and massaging 
Lisa’s bottom. He ran his soapy fingers between her bottom cheeks, gently 
rubbing back and forth to make sure that her sphincter was completely clean. The 
other guy did her stomach and pubic area, running his fingers through the stubble 
of her pubic hair and massaging her vagina. A wave of sexual desire suddenly 
entered Lisa. She gasped as the massaging of her bottom-hole and her vagina 
continued. The guy behind her continued to concentrate on massaging her bottom 
and part of her back, while the one in front massaged her pelvis and stomach. Lisa 
gasped a second time as she experienced yet another exquisite orgasm at the 
hands of the Tri-Alphas.

These guys are good, she thought to herself. They’re really good at this.

Two nozzles sprayed two jets of water over Lisa’s body to clean off the remaining 
soap. She felt a towel pass up and down her body and another drying off her hair. 
Finally two blow-dryers, one for her body and one for her hair, removed the final 
traces of water from the shower.

The guys unbuckled the cuffs and led her to the bathroom sink. They soaped her 
hands and gently massaged and washed them for the final part of her cleaning. 
Lisa’s hands had been the one part of her body they couldn’t wash while she was 
immobilized by the cuffs, so they needed to be done separately. Finally one of the 
guys laid a clean towel on the floor and pointed at it, indicating the Lisa needed to 
assume the kneeling position of a pledge.

As she watched the two guys dry themselves and get dressed, Lisa felt totally 
relaxed and cleaner than she had ever felt in her life. She was genuinely grateful 
for the experience they had given her and wished that she could thank them in 
some way. 

Once they were dressed, the shower attendants led Lisa back to the sitting room. 
She re-entered to see Kathleen on her lying back on the examination table and 
Cherine sweating on the treadmill. Bernadette was still kneeling on the floor with 
a very frightened expression on her face. She seemed hugely relieved to see Lisa 
return bathed and apparently none the worse for her experience.

Lisa returned to her kneeling position next to Bernadette and whispered:

“Nothing to worry about. They got me hooked for sure.”

“So everything’s OK?”

“Oh yeah, you can say that. Wait ‘till they put you in the shower. You’ll see how 
OK it really is.”

The two women’s attention was drawn to Kathleen and her examiners, who 
seemed to be discussing a problem with their patient. The examination of her 
stomach had revealed that she was badly constipated. Her examiners were asking 
her a series of questions, and finally closed in on the problem.

“Pledge, what have you had to drink today?”

“Uh…a couple of cups of coffee in the morning, and…I guess some soda.”

“With caffeine?”

“Yes, sir.”

“The soda too?”

“Yes, sir.”

“No water or juice?”

“Uh, no sir…”

“Well, now we know why you’re constipated. Come-on, Pledge, get a clue! It’s 
summer! You need to drink more than just coffee and soda! That’ll dehydrate 
you, and that explains why your guts are full of dry shit!”

Tears began running down Kathleen’s cheeks. She was horrified at the thought of 
having such an intimate secret aired so publicly.

“Sit up, Pledge! We’re gonna get this fixed!”

One of the shower attendants left the room and came back with a large glass of 
mineral water, with ice and a couple of lemon slices. Kathleen sat quietly drinking 
while everyone in the room waited for her to empty the glass. While Kathleen 
struggled to drink the water, her examiner instructed the two guys in shorts to 
“prepare a solution”. They left the room and momentarily came back with large 
towel, a full enema bag, and a tube of lubricant. One of the guys laid out a towel 
on the floor, while the other presented the bag to the examiner. He shook down a 
thermometer and dipped it in to check the water’s temperature. Kathleen, her eyes 
wide and her body fidgeting, stared at the enema with terror.

Heather addressed her.

“Pledge have you ever had an enema before?”

“I…I mean…no, ma’am…I haven’t”

“It’s a bit scary the first time, but we need to get you cleaned out.”

“Ma’am…Please! I can’t do that! I can’t! Please don’t make me…”

Kathleen jumped off the table and covered herself. Lisa’s heart sank. That was it, 
Kathleen had chickened out. Lisa raised her hand.

“Ma’am, Pledge Lisa requests permission to speak.”

“What, Pledge Lisa?”

“Pledge Kathleen, please listen to me! It’s not so bad! Really it isn’t! Me and my 
boyfriend do it all the time…”

Kathleen, totally terrified, started to cry. Lisa realized that the problem was not 
just Kathleen. All three of her fellow pledges had panicked and were about to 
chicken out. Bernadette had covered her breasts and looked about to jump up, 
while Cherine had stopped running and also was covering herself. Breaking 
pledge protocol, Lisa jumped up.

“Look, Kathleen, I’ll do it! I’ll take the enema for you, and I’ll show you it’s 
really nothing to worry about!”

The members of the sorority and fraternity exchanged looks, not really knowing 
what to do about Pledge Lisa’s outburst. There was no question that she had 
broken pledge protocol and under ordinary circumstances would face corporal 
punishment and a week of severe restrictions. However, she also was 
demonstrating real initiative and leadership by trying to help her companions get 
through the first day of the pledging ordeal. 

The medical examination almost always eliminated pledges, but the presidents of 
both the sorority and the fraternity realized that if they allowed Lisa to have her 
way, she might actually be able to keep Kathleen and Cherine from quitting. The 
officers also realized this incident was an important test of a potential future 
leader, a young woman who was brave and willing to guide the others through 
example.

The sorority president nodded to Tracy, who in turn commanded Lisa:

“Very well, Pledge. You’ll step forward and position yourself on the towel.”

Relieved, Lisa knelt on the towel and leaned forward on her elbows. For the 
second time that afternoon she turned her bottom up and exposed her bottom-hole 
to everyone in the room. She was quite used to what she was doing, because true 
to her word, both she and Ken enjoyed giving each other enemas. Enemas were 
one sexual adventure out of many that she had shared with her boyfriend since 
starting her relationship with him at the beginning of the year. 

Lisa did not feel much erotic excitement as she felt a gloved finger lubricating her 
sphincter for the third time that day, simply because after two orgasms, her sexual 
energy was spent. Still, the enema was something she was looking forward to, 
because she enjoyed the feeling of the warm water as it entered her intestines, and 
the delicious relief that came afterwards when she emptied herself out. She hoped 
the Tri-Alphas had not put soap in the enema, because she had tried that once and 
did not like that feeling of a soapy enema at all. 

“OK, Pledge, just try to relax.”

“Yes, sir.”

The nozzle made its way into Lisa’s bottom and eased into her colon. She heard 
the clamp on the tube snap open, and a moment later felt the pressure beginning to 
build in her intestines. The Tri-Alphas had not put soap in the enema, but instead 
had put an herbal mixture in the solution, something that seemed to warm Lisa’s 
insides and made her feel very relaxed and comfortable. Within a very short time 
two quarts of enema solution were sitting safely inside the pledge’s body.

Lisa knew that for the enema to be effective she had to hold her position for about 
10 minutes. The water solution needed time to travel through her entire digestive 
track and loosen what was inside. She also wanted to keep whatever it was that 
was in that solution in her body as long as possible, because it made her feel 
really good.

Seeing Lisa calmly on her elbows and knees did the trick as far as Kathleen’s 
panic was concerned. She felt rather ashamed of herself, especially after one of 
her periodic cramps swept through her stomach. Kathleen had always thought that 
the cramps were something normal, but maybe they weren’t. Maybe she really did 
need to clean herself out and drink more water. Maybe Lisa and her examiners 
were right after all.

“Sir, I request permission to speak.”

“Yes, Pledge Kathleen?”

“I…I’m sorry about the enema. If you’re not mad at me, I’ll go ahead and take it.”

“OK, Pledge. Please assume the position next to Pledge Lisa.”

A second later Kathleen’s two-toned body was properly positioned next to Lisa’s 
deeply tanned figure. The white triangle of her bottom was facing upwards and 
her sphincter ready to submit to the enema. As she felt the nozzle press into her 
she squeezed Lisa’s hand in fright, but was trying her best to face this procedure 
with as much courage as possible. As the water flowed into her and that relaxing 
solution worked its magic on her insides, Kathleen’s mood changed and her 
courage returned. The crisis had passed. Like Lisa, Kathleen was determined to 
push forward with her pledge commitment and prove herself worthy of being a 
Four-Beta.

As she waited for Kathleen to hold her enema the required 10 minutes, Lisa’s 
intestines were starting to cramp. She had kept her own solution inside her for 
nearly 20 minutes by the time Kathleen was finished and the Tri-Alpha shower 
attendants escorted the two women to the pledge shower room.

As they entered the room, Lisa looked longingly at the toilet, desperately wanting 
to relieve herself. However, she realized that she needed to sacrifice her own 
comfort and let Kathleen go first. Lisa’s fellow pledge sat down and leaned 
forward. A series of grunts and loud plops signaled the initial emptying of the 
young woman’s long suffering intestines. Both women were amazed at how much 
Kathleen had in her; no sooner did she finish with one round of splashes than she 
grunted and emptied herself even more. She breathed heavily and sat exhausted 
on the toilet seat as her companion patiently waited for her to get off so she could 
go herself. By the time Kathleen was done, Lisa was in acute distress and her 
stomach was swelling more and more. However she was determined to let 
Kathleen finish in peace. Finally, to Lisa’s huge relief, Kathleen wiped herself 
and flushed the toilet. Lisa hated to imagine what that water must have contained, 
but fortunately now it was gone.

Kathleen moved to the shower entrance and knelt, while Lisa finally got on the 
toilet and felt the delicious swoosh of the enema solution as it exited her body. 
Meanwhile, the two guys were taking off their clothes yet again and getting ready 
bathe their second pledge. Lisa got off the toilet, wiped herself, and took her place 
kneeling next to Kathleen.

Kathleen entered the shower and the two naked young men attached her wrists to 
the cuffs. At first it seemed they were planning to give her the same treatment 
they gave Lisa. However, unlike Lisa, the shower attendants did not spent too 
much time massaging Kathleen’s private area and did not attempt to bring her to 
orgasm. Somehow they knew that, unlike Lisa, Kathleen was not ready to have an 
orgasm in the shower. It turned out that at least to some extent they were willing 
to respect her limitations. 

Interesting, thought Lisa to herself, these guys really do have us figured out.

The two attendants ordered Kathleen to kneel back down on the towel while they 
quickly cleaned off Lisa. This time they did not give her a full shower, but instead 
concentrated on cleaning her bottom and the area between her legs to prepare her 
for the next task of the first day, the portrait taking. Again the two naked men 
caressed Lisa's clitoris and bottom-hole, but this time it was just to make sure she 
was clean. All too soon they rinsed her off and ordered her to kneel on a towel 
next to Kathleen.


