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Appointment With Dominance
By Unknown


CHAPTER ONE

She was scared. There were no two ways about it. The hell of the thing was, she was here 
on her own accord. She had made the appointment. She had been the one to approach them.

Oh yes. Them. Charlotte Kane and Alexis Rochlin were two of the most widely acclaimed 
dominatrix in the business. She had made an appointment with them. She was paying them to
harm her. She knew they would.

Well, she would be just as soon as she got up the nerve to walk up the walkway, the front 
steps and knock on their door. But she wasn’t quite ready to that just yet. There were a few 
things she wanted to get straight in her mind first.

It had all started back in college. Dear old State U her freshman year. Cynthia had what 
you might call your basic life while growing up. Two loving parents, an older sister that she 
was extremely close to, and two older brothers that she worshipped and loved dearly. All of 
the Snowe family, including Cynthia, were attractive, well liked, well adjusted, intelligent and 
knew what they wanted out of life and were not afraid to go out and achieve it with their own 
efforts.

Cynthia had graduated first in a class of over two thousand and colleges opened their 
doors widely for the attractive blond. Scholarships paid her way, even though her parents 
were well able to do so. But with the scholarships being so generous, they made up all slack 
and Cynthia had money to burn. Not that she was a flagrant spender, because she wasn’t. But 
she sure as hell didn’t have any unmet needs either.

Almost from day one she was just as popular at college as in her home town. Possibly even
more so. But she didn’t let her natural good looks rule her life. Looks, she knew, would fade 
over time. What made life good was the friends you made along the way and Cynthia Snowe 
made them by the score.

Most good looking females tended to know and use their looks. Not so Cynthia. She was 
just a good on the inside as the out. Everyone liked her.

Including the gals of Omega House.

Before two weeks at college were over Cynthia had been approached by no less than five 
members of the Omegas urging her to Rush their sorority as a Pledge, and to be honest, she 
was overwhelmed by their offers and gladly consented to become a Pledge. In just her short 
time at school, Cynthia knew that the House was the Omega House.

Several of the sororities specialized on who they accepted as members. Some selecting 
only the smartest, some only the richest, some only the most attractive. But the Omegas 
required all of those assets and a few others. If one were offered the Omegas no other sorority
was even considered. And Cynthia was well aware of the honor bestowed on her and eagerly 
became caught up in the Rush to join them. Of course she and the other girls knew that there 
were all kind of initiation rituals involved in joining a sorority. It was also know that some of 
them were purposely harsh, humiliating and degrading. All of which was to prove to the 
Sisters that the new Pledges became aware of the honor of being an Omega. It was, after all, 
the same in the other houses, too.

Regardless of the initiations Cynthia was determined to become an Omega. She had, not 
so casually, seen the way Members were treated across campus. With avid interest, especially 
by the male population. And with respect and a good dose of awe by not only the student 
body but by the teachers and administrators alike.

Yes, she concluded, she would become an Omega. And if all possible, so would her 
roommate, Terra Becker. One of her best friends from back home.

Terra, however, had doubts.

“You would make a wonderful Omega, Cindy, but I’m not so sure about me.”

“What do you mean, Terra? You’d be a perfect Omega, too. You’re smart, have a lovely 
personality and are extremely attractive. What else could they want?”

“How about drive, purposefulness, simple guts, forcefulness, determination, and to put it 
bluntly, the ball busting ego that seems to be an required ingredient of all of the Omegas?”

“What in the world are you taking about, Terra? You have an outstanding personality. Not 
to mention that you are my best friend. If you lack something, then so do I.”

“No, Cindy. You can be whatever you want to be in life. I’m not the same. All I truly want 
out of life is a home, husband to love me and a couple of kids to raise.”

“Well, so do I.”

“Yes, but you want more than that. You’re going to be someone one of these days. While 
I’ll just keep plugging along in mediocrity. But not you. You will be the president or executive 
director of whatever company you want. And that is one of the things I like about you. Your 
determination and drive. But I don’t have that in me. You’re a leader and quite frankly, I’m a 
follower.”

“Not everyone can be a leader, Terra, but that doesn’t make you less than a leader. You 
have a lot to offer. A whole lot to offer.”

“Fine, Cindy. If you want me to pledge the Omegas, then I will. After all, someone has to 
keep you out of trouble.”

“That’a girl,” Cynthia said as she gave her friend a huge hug. “So let’s get ready for the 
initiation.” They had been given explicit instructions on how to dress for their first initiation 
ceremony. Both were in the room, straddling a group of three Sisters who were connected 
intimately in a small daisy chain of mouths to cunts. “Sisters. Please, your attention. Before the 
hour grows too late we have a final Divine for initiation. Please come to order.”

Even knowing it was coming, Cynthia couldn’t stop the impetuous increase of her heart 
rate as it beat against her ribs. Unconsciously her hands curled into fist at the ends of her 
fetters. Taking a deep, shuttering breath to help composed herself, she slowly brought her 
legs closer together and tried to stand proud and tall before those assembled who would 
enact her initiation into the Sisterhood.

With seemingly urgent haste Terra was finally released from all of her demanding lovers 
and her body was freed of its servility. Then, like Virginia, her sponsoring Sister and others led 
her to one of the benched and began to administer to the many marks and abrasions she had 
sustained on their behalf as Charlotte allowed all several minutes to focus on the new 
activities about to begin.

Seeing that all were again paying attention to her, Charlotte gave a wave of her hand and 
a path was cleared between her and Cynthia, the final inductee as a Divine Sister. Then with a 
nod of her head Alexis came forward through the group and made her way to the 
apprehensive Cynthia still shackled to the wall where she had been for the past several hours 
as the other two had received their initiation into the Sisterhood.

“The final Divine Sister to be initiated this year is Cynthia Snowe. Alexis, please bring 
Cynthia forward for our inspection and acceptance.”

At Charlotte’s final word the last shackle was removed from Cynthia’s wrists, by one of the 
Sisters whom she did not know, just as Alexis reached her and offered her hand to her. 
Cynthia took the offered hand as she repeated the words in her mind that were to be her 
responses to President Charlotte Kane during her verbal acceptance.

Alexis led her to stand beside Charlotte then withdrew her hand as she took a half step 
back.

“Cynthia Snowe had two sponsors into the Sisterhood, but as President I can not act in 
that role. Alexis, as Cynthia’s cosponsor, will you step forward and tell us of Cynthia Snowe?’ 
“With pleasure, madam president,” she said as she stepped forward and stood next to Cynthia.

“Cynthia’s desires far exceed those of our previous Divine inductees. Not only does she 
want her flesh kissed by whip, crop, cane and similar weapons, she too wishes implements or 
bodily parts as does Divine Terra into her bodily openings to fill those openings to her limits. 
She does not eliminate the use of piercing devices being used on her. Nor does she request 
that we refrain from any mode of administering pain. Unless otherwise learned by her telling 
us, the only restrictions are the restrictions of the Sisterhood. No permanent damage. No 
dismemberment. And no threat of death. The control word she has chosen is ‘bigotry’ and 
when any hears her say bigotry they must stop what they are doing to her as she had reached 
her limit. Do all hear and agree?”

“We hear and agree to the rule governing Cynthia Snowe into our ranks.”

“Cynthia, are the words spoken by your cosponsor true and correct?”

“They are true and correct, Madam President of the Sisterhood.”

“And do you agree to all she has said?”

“I… I agree and await my initiation into your exclusive ranks as a Divine Sister of the 
Sisterhood of Omega.”

“So be it. Let the initiation begin.”

The words had been spoken and Cynthia hoped very sincerely that she would be able to 
live up to them as she felt a shiver of apprehension slide down her spine as Charlotte to Alexis
to bring forward the items of her initiation.

“To facilitate your initiation, will you please lay on the floor, Cynthia, as Alexis and I prepare
your initiation?”

Unable to get the words out of her constricted throat, Cynthia nodded her head and 
lowered herself to the stone floor.

“On your stomach at first, please.”

Cynthia rolled over onto her stomach at Charlotte’s words as out of the corner of her eyes 
she saw Alexis coming toward her with several metal objects that for the life of her she could 
not understand their intent. Her nipples instantly hardened even more as they pressed into 
the cool, unmoving and slightly abrasive stones beneath her and again tried to calm her 
racing heart.

She was still unsuccessful in that endeavor.

“Place your hands at the small of your back so Alexis may bind them.”

It was almost as if Charlotte’s voice was coming from a great distance away as Cynthia did 
as ordered and felt Alexis’ warm hands wrap her cool wrists in a strand of coarse rope and pull
it rather snugly. Each of the three circles of rope cut into her flesh and Cynthia knew that there
would be no way to remove the rope from her wrists, if she had even wanted to, which she 
didn’t.

“Now back over onto your back with legs spread and feet on the floor,” came from the 
President of Omega House as she stood over the prostate inductee at her feet with a smile of 
acute anticipation on her face.

As Cynthia rolled over Charlotte bent down and picked up one of the metal pieces that 
Alexis had brought and stood up with it in her hand. With her other hand she reached up 
toward the ceiling and began pulling a length of chain down. The chain, link by link, rattled in 
the near absolute silence that filled the chamber. A click proclaimed that the chain connected 
to the metal bar had just been clipped to the overhead chain and everyone, including Cynthia,
knew that part of her initiation would be suspension.

Looking up at the hanging bar Cynthia inspected it as much as she could. Basically it was a
straight metal bar with a metal fastener in the center from which the was attached. The bar 
was perhaps four feet long, slender and highly polished. But what caught and captured 
Cynthia’s attention were to two inward turned hook-like projections at each end.

She had no idea at their purpose but knew it would so become obvious if they did have a 
purpose.

“Raise your legs straight up, Cynthia, and allow Alexis to place it at the back of your 
knees.”

Cynthia then knew one of the purposes of the bar. With her legs over it the bar would be 
used to suspend her above the floor. She pressed her bound hands into the small of her back 
and brought her legs up in the air as Alexis pulled the chain even more toward the floor and 
touched the backs of her knees with the cool metal. Cynthia, as goose bumps paraded up and
down her legs, folded her legs over the bar and again placed her feet on the stone floor as 
she stared at the gleaming metal bar and chain.

As Alexis knelt at her feet, Charlotte said, “Try to raise your two big toes for the toe clamps,
Cynthia so Alexis can attached the bar of pain to them.”

The bar of pain?

Looking over her hard capped breasts Cynthia tried to see what Alexis was holding. It was 
two distinct parts of metal.

The smaller, which Cynthia could see was a circular bar with small adjusting clips at each 
end, which she had to assume was the part referred to as the toe clamp. She could see that 
the ends were almost small circles in two parts. A small screw, which Alexis was turning, 
allowed the two parts to separate and become two distinct parts. And as Alexis slid each part 
around her right big toe how it was to be attached.

Needless to say, never in her life had Cynthia even heard of, let alone seen or had used on 
her, any type of toe clamp. She felt and watched Alexis adjust the turning screw and the two 
parts again came together, her toe between the two now joined halves. She then repeated the
procedure with Cynthia’s other big toe. When Alexis was finished Cynthia experimentally 
wiggled her toes just enough to realized that even if the toe clamps were small, they were very
effective in holding her in place.

The toe clamp section of the contraption had been explained, but not the major section 
that looked something like a weird shaped sword in the center of the curved metal and a 
mysterious hook at the end farthest from Cynthia as it still laid on the stone floor connected 
by the bar of the toe clamp.

For the life her Cynthia could not understand its use but that did not make it any less 
threatening.

Charlotte stood very close to Cynthia and placed her hand on the bar beneath her knees. 
“Slowly and very carefully straighten your legs, Cynthia, as Alexis places the bar of pain in the 
correct position.”

This was getting scary, Cynthia thought, as she ever so slowly began to straighten her legs 
as ordered. With avid curiosity and vast trepidation she watched as Alexis slowly pivoted the 
bar of pain on the axis of the toe clamp and began to slide it under the bar her legs were 
supported by and pulled the hook decorated end between her legs.

Cynthia didn’t want to be correct on her now startling assumption. But when Charlotte 
told her to slowly lower her legs and she did, she couldn’t help but notice that Alexis used one
hand to pull her pussy lips apart as the bar of pain came closer and closer to that very same 
pussy.

The sword-like curved center of the bar of pain was gleaming in the light. Cynthia could 
not stop staring at the sharpened edge that kept getting closer and closer to her pussy that 
Alexis was holding open with one hand as with the other she lowered the bar of pain to her 
spread cunt.

It was cold! Was Cynthia’s first reaction as the sword-like edge slid between her hot cuntal 
lips.

It’s heavy, was her second thought as slowly Alexis let up on her support of the bar and 
more and more of it pressed into Cynthia’s cunt and nervous clit.

Cynthia had a mad, and immediately discarded, idea of straightening her legs and pulling 
the bar of pain away from her chilled snatch. Immediately discarded because she knew that it 
would cut her pussy and clit to ribbons and she understood one of the reasons why the metal 
blade was curved.

The only unsolved mystery was the purpose of the hook-like end that was now about a 
foot above her heaving tits.

Tits!

No, they wouldn’t!

Or would they?

A better question was, did she want them to?

But when both Charlotte and Alexis silently knelt on both sides of her, bent down and 
each took a nipple in their mouths, Cynthia knew beyond a doubt that she did want her tits 
connected in whatever fashion they planned to the end of the bar of pain that was slowly 
digging deeper and deeper into her slot and clitoris.

Neither, obviously, was an amateur when it came to arousing female nipples and Cynthia 
soon knew that hers had never been so hard, nor so pointed upon the ends of her heaving 
boobs. With a shuttering acceptance of what was to come, Cynthia relaxed and enjoyed their 
combine attention to her.

She knew that soon her nipples, or perhaps her breasts, would be attached to the bar of 
pain, but that no longer bothered her in the least. She really was where she wanted to be and 
accepted that fact for its true worth as she allowed, even encouraged, her body to accept the 
gentle administrations it was receiving by their mouths and caressing hands.

When she felt them pull away from her, Cynthia didn’t even bother opening her eyes. She 
just felt with her body. Felt them each take a nipple between fingers and pull on them, and 
smiled. But she did open her eyes when she felt something else tickle her left boobie.

A string was hanging from the hook end of the bar of pain. Cynthia knew that it would be 
her nipples attached to the hook and not her breasts. The string was too short to encircle 
both breasts and still reach the hooked end of the bar of pain. No, it would be her nipples 
only that were in a weird, complicated fashion attached to her toes. And to her pussy and clit, 
too.

An ingenious invention, the bar of pain, she thought, as Charlotte and Alexis quickly had 
her nipples bound in string and connected to the bar of pain. Then, just as an experiment, 
Cynthia wiggled her toes. Sure enough that made the sword like center of the bar press 
against her cunty and clit and make her tits jiggle, too.

And she was still to be suspended.

But all gathered knew that that was the next order of business as both Charlotte and Alexis
were again standing beside her looking down at her with questioning expressions on their 
faces.

Cynthia wasn’t sure exactly .what they were waiting for. Permission? Curiosity? Or where 
they doubting her resolve?

Whatever they were waiting for, Cynthia knew her answer, and with a lick of dry lips, she 
said, “I wish to be a Divine Sister of the Omegas.”

That seemed to be the answer they had been waiting for. Or maybe any positive response 
would have done. Cynthia didn’t know, but her response erased all lingering questions from 
their expressions, as Charlotte said, “Raise her. Let the bar of pain be her acceptance into the 
Sisterhood of the Omegas.”

Clink by rattling clink, the-chain was slowly pulled through a pulley it was attached to. Link
by link the bar beneath her folded-over legs began to rise. And link by link the bar at her 
knees, her feet began to leave the floor. Each clink of chain made the bar of pain rub a 
different spot between her legs.

The sharp edge slid into her gooey slot and scraped across her enlarged clit and pulled her
nipples even more.

Clink, clink, clink, the chain got closer and closer to the ceiling. Each clink, each link of 
chain moved the bar of pain over Cynthia’s bound body. As more and more of her body was 
supported by her knees the more and more she had to bend them to keep from falling, the 
deeper the bar of pain cut into her very center. The more it pulled on her attached nipples 
until they were stretched almost to the severance point of leaving her breasts all together until
finally she hung upside down.

The blood rushed to her head, but that was the least of Cynthia’s worries. Her solitary 
anxiety, consciousness and will power was concentrating on one and only one fact. Do not 
move. Because if she moved, even a fraction of an inch, she was convinced that not only 
would she pull her nipples off her body, but she would cut her clit to shreds.

There was no doubt in her mind that the bar of pain was very, very apply named. Even 
hardly daring to breath her body was poised on the brink of destruction of everything she 
held dear. Her nipples and her clit, which over the years had provided her with hours and 
hours of satisfaction, gratification and basic everyday lust.

No, the rush of blood to her head wasn’t even in the running of being considered.

A movement just out of vision drew her attention enough for her to turn her head to see 
what it was.

She wished that she hadn’t.

Because both Charlotte and Alexis stood next to her strung up body with a fat, fluffy 
feather in their hands.

And Cynthia had perhaps the ticklish feet in the United States. Which they were bringing 
the feathers to.

If someone had told Cynthia just minutes before that it is impossible to laugh while her 
cunt and clit were being cut to ribbons and while her nipples were almost being pulled off her
breasts, she would have called them a liar.

But not that at that minute.

Because that was exactly what she was doing. She was laughing as the sword like center of
the bar of pain cut into her clit and cunty and the hooked end of it pulled her nipples, while at
the other end of the bar her toes and feet just could not keep still as the feathers touched her 
feet again and again.

At that moment in her life Cynthia didn’t even know the meaning of a code word, let along
hers. And if she had and could have remembered it, she sure as hell wouldn’t have used it for 
the simple fact that she was coming, climaxing and spiraling toward heaven and beyond.

*

After an eternity Alexis cut the string attached to her nipples as Charlotte steadied the bar 
of pain between her legs. Then as Charlotte held it, Alexis unscrewed the toe clamps and the 
bar of pain was totally removed from her body and her hands were freed, too, as she 
remained with her legs over the bar for the remainder of her initiation induction into the 
Sisterhood.

Cynthia concluded, that after surviving the bar of pain, whips and other assorted weapons 
striking her were child’s play to accept. Not only to accept but to find vast sexual release from.
And she did just that.

Hanging upside down, supported by her own legs and hands against the floor, Cynthia 
wasn’t even aware that she was screaming as climax after climax rolled through her body. But 
through blurred eyes she did see an array of cavorting Sisters strewn across the floor like so 
much confetti before she was finally lowered to the floor and she dove her mouth into 
Charlotte’s drooling cunt until it was dry and she was so exhausted that she just curled up on 
the floor and impolitely went to sleep as the orgy continued around her.

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CHAPTER TWO


The next weekend Terra, Cynthia and Virginia moved their belongings into Omega House and 
took up full time residence with open arms. And opened cunts.

And opened assholes.

And opened bodies in general.

And it is not surprising that they were welcomed with eager anticipation, lust, and plans.

Donna and the other established Divines gave them some very helpful ideas and 
suggestions their first day at Omega House.

“Because you three are the newest Divines you will be in the greatest demand. The rest of 
us know how new and thrilling this is for you three, but take some advise from us. Don’t go 
overboard.”

“She’s right,” interrupted another Divine who they had learned was Sharon, “it is thrilling 
to be so popular with the rest of the Sisters, but do take it slow for a while. At least until you 
learn your limits and capacities. Naturally, you can accept pain, and by being a Divine we all 
know you can take the pain. But give yourselves time to adjust.”

“She’s right, you know. We’ve all been in your position before. And it is an ego booster to 
be so wanted, but you just are not used to all that much pain yet. You will, in time. But give 
yourselves that time. We aren’t saying to lock yourselves in your room and hibernate. Far from
it. But use your schedule book carefully.”

“Just how does our schedule book work anyway,” Terra asked, but the other two were just 
as interested in knowing the answer.

“Basically as any other schedule does, except that this one records your times of accepting 
pain or planned attention from the other Sisters. No Sister can commandeer you on the spur 
of the moment. They have to enter their requests in your book and you have to agree to it 
before it happens. If, for example, Came Wade asks Terra to allow her to burn her tits, which I 
assure you she will even knowing that Terra is not into burning, she can’t do it by simply 
writing it Terra’s book. Terra has to agree, not only to what is requested, but when and for how
long, too.”

“So we, in effect, control our own pain or actions or whatever?”

“Always.”

“Always?”

“Yes, always. I don’t know if you consider yourselves as slaves or not, but that is a major 
part of being a Divine. But we don’t look upon ourselves as slave. Oh, sure, are bodies may 
look like any slave’s, but we are not slaves in the true sense of the word. In fact, if you consider
that it is us and not the other Sisters who control what, how hard, with what, and so on, we 
are actually the ones in charge.”

“How do you figure that,” Virginia asked.

“By the simple fact that no one, not even President Charlotte can make us do what we 
don’t truly want to do. They don’t set the limits, we do. Thus we are the ones in control.”

“Okay, I can understand that,” Cynthia said, “but get back to the schedule books. What are 
you recommending us to allow. At least until we learn our limits, as you put it.”

“That’s hard to say, actually. It depends on what is requested. If someone just want to 
apply a few whip strokes then have you muff dive, it’s no problem. But, on the other hand, if 
someone wants to spend literally hours using whip or whatnot, it’s another story. But 
whatever you do, don’t book events for every day of the week. You’ll burn out in less than a 
month at that rate.”

“And Cynthia, I think you have to be the most careful,” interjected yet another Divine.

“Why?”

“Because you have imposed damn few limitations. You’re going to get all kind of offers 
and not only for a standard whipping, either. There are about five Sisters who get massive 
kicks out of burning, and let me tell you each and every burn takes a hell of a lot out of you. 
Schedule those far, far apart.”

“I see what you mean. But don’t any of the Sister ever just want plain old fashioned female 
sucking and fucking?”

Several laughed at her choice of words. “Oh do they ever! And they call on us Divines with 
predictability. But those don’t have to worry you at all. You simply match them to your sex 
drive and enjoy. It’s the pain inflicting ones that need to be carefully scheduled.”

*

Cynthia, Terra and Virginia learned the very first day that the other Divines had told them 
the truth. They were in ardent demand and loved each and every second of it, as was natural.

But they also took their advise and scheduled with heedfulness all encounters involving 
any level of pain being administered to them.

After their first week they began making adjustment and refinement to their personal 
schedules to allow other social life. After all, there was a great big wide world out there for 
their use too.

The several occasions when all of the Divines got together soon become welcomed 
interludes. No one else could understand as the other Divines did what they were really going 
through and what they felt, or needed. And their advise was invaluable. As were their 
comments about the other Sisters and their desires.

So the newest Divines began knowing about the other Sisters before even coming into 
direct contact with them. What they might expect from them and even graceful ways of 
getting around unwanted activities without harming delicate feelings and causing problems 
for all concerned.

“What recourse do we have if something is done to us that we don’t want to happen,” 
Cynthia asked Donna one night as they chatted in her room just prior to going to bed.

“We have the ultimate power to cast them out.”

“Out of Omega House?”

“Yes. It is our ultimate weapon and few will even dare to contemplate its use.”

‘Tell me about this.”

“As has been explained to you, Terra and Virginia, we are ultimately the ones in charge, 
especially when it comes to matters of pain. When the Divines were first established some 
thirty years ago it was a different matter. Divines were looked upon as slaves without regard 
to their wants and desires. They were thought of as second class. And to put it plainly, some of
the more devious Sisters took advantage of that.”

“What do you mean? Surely they didn’t go beyond prescribed limits.”

“Oh, but they did. And then some. There is a story, deeply buried but circulating 
nevertheless, that there was this one Sister by the name of Selina who could only be called a 
true sadist. She was around long before the schedule books came into being and as the story 
goes, one day she took a new Divine to her room.”

“Here you get varied versions of what happened. But the most generally accepted one is 
that Selina took the Divine, whose name is lost in history, to her room and for several hours 
they made mad passionate love with each other. Several later attested that moans of passion 
were easily heard as they past Selina’s room, which is one of the excuses they used for not 
interfering.”

“They also heard muffled noises of an occasional strap being administered to the Divine, 
but as you might guess, around here little notice was given to that. Anyway, after the fact, this 
is what was reconstructed.”

“Selina took the Divine to her room, and as I said, they made passionate love for hours 
with Selina occasionally using a crop to make the Divine move quicker to her demands. That 
in itself is nothing unusual. But what she did over the remainder of the day is.”

“It is reported that the Divine spend literally hours in bondage setups of various natures as
Selina kept using the crop on her body, most, it seems, on her ass, pussy and legs until she 
was almost incoherent and close to passing out from the overextension of pain administered 
to her. But Selina was a crafty old bitch.”

“Guessing that that was her last opportunity with the Divine, knowing that no sane person 
would ever allow herself to again be alone with Selina, Selina reasoned that it was now or 
never. Promising the Divine that if she would submit to one final degradation, she would be 
freed. At which point it is assumed that the Divine would have done anything to end her 
suffering. And she agreed.”

“Selina had what you might call an extensive collection of erotica. Among her collection 
were the standard whips and such, but she went in for the more eccentric. Massive dildos 
seemed to fascinate her. After her trial, which the Sisters presided over, all of this came out. It 
is said that some of her dildos were way beyond the capacity of anyone to accept within 
bodily openings with anything close to comfort.”

“But with the dazed Divine, she used them. Somehow she had gotten a hold of an 
inflatable dildo, that upon casual inspection was quite ordinary, if one ignored the small tube 
and ball at the end. That inflatable dildo was inserted in the Divine’s ass as she was bond, they
say, across the back of a chair.”

“Then with the dildo in her, Selina again resorted to using the crop on her ass and the 
backs of her legs until they were horribly cut and bleeding before stopping. She then inserted 
another large dildo up the girl’s pussy. A waist strap with connecting crotch strap held both in 
place. Then she proceeded in placing the Divine in a lower body glove.”

“What’s a lower body glove,” Cynthia asked with a tinge of fear as she thought she could 
guess.

“It is just that. A single garment, in this case made of shinning black leather, that covers 
the body from breasts down. It is a single unit that goes around both legs like a leg of pants, 
up hips and abdomen. It ends just under the breasts. A very strong zipper holds it together 
around the victim. And there are adjusting ties in the back for adjusting to various size 
victims.”

“At this point of the story, it goes that one of the Sisters, assumably a roommate to Selina, 
entered dorm showers, leaving a confused Cynthia in their room.

Cynthia knew that for some reason Terra was reluctant to talk about what had happened. 
She also knew that eventually she would tell her, if for no other reason than their long 
established friendship. When she had first seen Terra on display at the House Cynthia had 
thought her to be… a reluctant victim? or ashamed of her situation. But she was beginning to 
reassess that opinion by observing her roommate’s continued subdued actions.

Well, whatever, she would learn her story. Grabbing her own showering articles Cynthia, 
too, made her way down the hall to the showers.

*

“I really don’t want to talk about it, Cindy,” came Terra’s response to Cynthia’s request 
about what had happened to her earlier at the House.

“But why? All of us were purposely harmed and, yes, even humiliated. It is all part of the 
initiation that all the sororities do. Why won’t you tell me?”

“Because… I’m ashamed.”

“Ashamed? But why? You weren’t treated any different than anyone else was. You heard 
Charlotte say that it was required testing for us to see if we were worthy of joining their 
exclusive ranks. And, now more than ever, I know she is right. The Omegas are unique. And it 
is a privilege to be even considered. And they are considering you. You didn’t get black balled.
You have a good chance of being accepted.”

“But you don’t understand, Cindy.”

“No, I don’t. Which is why I want you to tell me about it.”

“I can’t. You’d hate me.”

“No way will I ever hate you, Terra. You are my best friend. Have been for years. Please?”

“You promise you won’t hate me?”

“I promise. Come on Terra, tell me,” she urged as she slid her arm around her friend’s 
shoulder and pull her close. “You can tell me anything and I’ll not only still be your friend but 
I’ll understand. You have nothing to be ashamed of. In fact, you have everything to be proud 
of. So, come on and tell me.”

“Okay, but remember your promise.”

Giving her another hug, she said, “I’ll remember and you’ll always be my friend. No matter 
what.” Taking a deep breath to help calm her emotions, Terra leaned more securely into 
Cynthia’s embrace and began her story, hoping desperately that she wasn’t about to damage 
their friendship beyond redemption when her secrets came to light.

“After everyone left the main lobby my three Sisters came to me. Their first order was that I
disrobe. I knew, by the way we had been ordered to dress, that that would be a likely 
possibility and had accepted it. And all through the ordeal I kept one thought in my mind. 
That you wanted me to become a member of the Omegas.”

With that stated Terra ventured a quick glance at her roommate before continuing. She 
saw approval on her friend’s face and hoped that that would continue to be the case as she 
resigned herself to Cynthia’s request for the full truth.

“As you might guess, I stood before them in trepidation and a good measure of fear. They 
were the key to my acceptance into the House. But all through everything I kept your face 
before my eyes. I fought their actions not at all because I knew that by doing that I was 
pleasing you.”

“They seemed determined to humiliate me. They made me assume the most degrading 
positions. Showing them my ahh pussy, opening my ass for their inspections. They pinched 
and pulled my breasts and slapped them until they shook all over my chest. And still I didn’t 
dare voice an objection.”

“They explained that I was unworthy and needed to be shown my proper place. They made
me go from one to the next, lying across their laps as they ahh spanked me. By seeing the 
other Pledges later I know that all of us were treated similarly and it was nothing personal 
towards me. But…”

“Come oh you can tell me, Terra,” Cynthia said as her friend seemed to need 
encouragement to continue. Hugging her shoulders, Cynthia pulled her head onto her 
shoulder and patted her hair. Those acts seemed to be what Terra needed and she continued.

“But I know that! am different. For years I’ve been able to suppress my ahh natural 
tendencies, but tonight they came out fully.” Not daring to look at her friend she closed her 
eyes and prayed that Cynthia wouldn’t hate her for what she was about to reveal.

“I have known for years that I have two deeply buried secrets. Secrets so disgusting that I 
tried to deny their existence. But as they continued to spank, poke and prod me I could no 
longer deny what I felt. I enjoyed what they were doing to me. I loved the pain.”

Unable to continue, knowing that Cynthia could no longer accept her as her friend, Terra 
waited for the condemnation to come. She expected it. Knew that Cindy would be as ashamed
of her as she was of herself.

But Cindy just continued to hold her close to her. She didn’t scream out her disgust. She 
just wrapped her arm closer around Terra’s shoulders and pulled her even closer, and said, “Go
on. Tell me everything.”

Amazed at her friend’s calm acceptance Terra knew that she would finally tell her the 
whole truth about herself.

“The more they hurt me the more I wanted to be harmed. My body and mind were 
reacting to the pain with arousal. I not only became hot and extremely horny, I actually found 
sexual release during their combined actions to me. And they knew. They laughed at me. 
Called me a pain loving slut. And it was true. I am a pain loving slut and have known it for 
years but didn’t let anyone know it.”

“Once they discovered my true nature it was all over. They knew they could do whatever 
they wanted to with me. They made me kneel in front of them as they used those wooden 
paint stirrer and paddled my breasts with them as I remained free and allowed them to do it. I 
not only allowed it, I begged them to it. When that lost its thrill they made me get on hands 
and knees and… bring them to release with ahh my mouth as the other two continued to 
abuse me. And I loved that too.” Knowing that if she didn’t finish soon she never would, Terra 
quickly finished her list of sins. “And that is my other secret. I love women. Sexually.” Terra’s 
body was tense as she waited for Cindy to repudiate her. But instead of the upbraiding her for
her confession, Cindy caressed her cheek and said, “Tell me the rest, Terra.”

Almost from the beginning of Terra’s recital Cynthia had guessed at the confessions she 
would make. Cynthia had long suspected that Terra wanted to be more than just her friend 
and she had the same desires. But neither had had the nerve to damage their relationship if 
they were proven wrong. Knowing that that barrier was about to be dropped Cynthia could 
do nothing but hold her closer and pray that she had been correct.

The fact that Terra had made such a point of saying that all during her trial she had kept 
Cynthia’s face before her, gave her that hope.

“I love you, Cynthia. Not only as a friend but as ahh a lover, too.”

It was out. It had been said and Terra waited for Cindy’s indignation to fall down on her as 
she fully understood what she had just told her. But instead, she felt the most gentle of kisses 
brush her hair before Cindy said, “And I love you the same. But before we get into that I want 
you to tell me the rest of what they did to you and how you reacted.”

That Cindy loved her too was all that Terra could comprehend. The joy. The release was so 
intense she could hardly control it as she struggled to do as she asked. No longer wanting to 
suppress anything from her, she told her the whole, unabridged truth of what had happened 
and how it made her feel.

“They laughed at my reactions. They made fun of my arousal as I went from one to the 
other and made them come with my mouth as they spanked me, hit me, and kept my lust at a 
peak. They drove fingers, then hands into my leaking cunt as I served their bodies again and 
again. But even as they laughed at me I felt that they were giving me their approval at the 
same time.”

“It was weird. It was like they wanted me to react as I was. They delighted in my every 
lustful moan as their hands heated up my body to the boiling point, again and again. At one 
time there was a hand up my pussy and another one up my sluttish ass as my mouth paid 
homage to the third. I couldn’t get enough. But with each touch, each suck, and each quiver 
of passion, I dreamed of you.”

“Then just before it was time to stop they placed that clamp on my cunt lips and attached 
the weight. They made me beg them to use the wooden paint stirrers on the hanging weight. 
And I did. I begged them to do it as I came over and over as the metal cut into me, as the 
weight jerked and pulled my pussy and I came even more.”

“When the first of the other women began to return to the lobby they told me that I was 
to be display in all my sluttish way. They tied me to the chair and ordered me to keep my face 
turned toward the room. To lean back into the ropes that bound me so all could see that I was
a sluttish slave to women.”

“They knew that the humiliation of my position would tell everyone of my desires. And it 
did. But when I saw you come in I no longer cared, Cindy. I wanted you to finally see me as I 
truly am. As a female loving slut that craves pain and degradation. For years I’ve dreamed of 
groveling at your feet. My face buried in your beautiful pussy as you wield weapons to my 
sluttish flesh.”

Cynthia used her hand to turn Terra’s face up to hers and within seconds they were kissing 
passionately as only two well known people could. It wasn’t a kiss of just passion. It was a 
shared kiss of acceptance. Of understanding. And of mutual love. They were making a 
commitment to each other with that kiss.

Breaking their embrace, Cynthia pulled back so they could see each other clearly before 
she spoke. “I’m glad you finally told about your wants, Terra. And I do truly love you as a lover 
and a friend. But we do have something of a problem.”

“A problem? But what? You said you loved me the same way.”

“Yes, I did. And I’m sure that we can make suitable arrangements between us. But 
unfortunately we can never be an exclusive union.”

“But why?”

“Because, Terra, my dear, I too am a pain loving sluttish bitch.”

“You’re what?”

“A pain loving bitch that wants to do her own groveling at other women’s feet. Perhaps it’s
best that I relate to you precisely what I experienced and learned about myself tonight. Who 
knows. Maybe we can both be Divine Sisters for the Omegas.”

“Divine Sisters? I don’t understand.”

When Cynthia Snowe was finished with her own rendition of the night’s events and all she 
had learned, not only about herself, but about the role of a select few in the Omega society, 
the two friends vowed that they would find a way around all obstacles in their paths.

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CHAPTER THREE


To prove their new relationship to each other, Cynthia and Terra quickly divested themselves 
of their bathrobes and found themselves together on the bed without even being aware of 
how they got there.

But both took avid advantage of the situation nevertheless. Both were quick to allow the 
other unrestricted access to their bodies. Hands roamed. Lips blended. Tongues tasted and 
licked whatever was offered. And all was offered with exuberance. They held nothing back 
from each other. Their years of friendship and their recent talks erased all lingering attempts 
to withhold from the other.

They treated the other the same that they wanted to be treated and there could be no 
doubt about the fulfillment they gave each other. At times they were gentle, at others 
extremely harsh. Nothing was forbidden the new lovers in their quest to please the other. 
Neither had a mad desire to harm anyone, but they did want the other to be pleased so those 
qualms were quickly put aside.

Sharp fingernails dug into eager flesh. Teeth sank into yielding tissue. Hands slapped 
quivering mounds, both fore and aft as they continually rearranged themselves upon the bed. 
Their quest was to taste, touch, smell all offerings as their combined sounds filled their eager 
ears, brains and hearts.

It was a unique situation for both of them. To harm and be harmed. To submit and 
demand. To lead and to follow all at the same time. An unbreakable bond was formed 
between them that would never be broken by time, circumstances, or distance. Every inch they
could reach, inside and out, was explored with fingers, hands, tongues and love until the need 
for release became unbearable and in typical female fashion they formed the classic sixty-nine.

Fingers and nails dug into hot ass cheeks as hands took fistful of flesh to hold the other in 
place. Noses flattened against wet and red slots. Tongues slid in and drilled for white gold. 
Teeth nibbled delicate, hardened, pulsating projections and as they simultaneously came and 
both drank up the abundant love offerings.

*

“What do you think the Sisters will do to us tonight, Cindy?”

“I don’t know. But you can bet our asses that we’ll enjoy the hell out of it,” Cynthia 
laughingly responded as they were again making their ordered preparations before attending.

“Do you think that them giving us copies of The Divine Sister Handbook is an indication 
that we’ve already been accepted?”

“I’m sure of it. And if that isn’t a good enough indication these preparations are. Can you 
get this area for me?”

The area in question was a small patch of hair Cynthia was trying to shave from around her
pussy. Terra willingly obliged, after all, Cindy had just performed the same service for her. The 
letters that had accompanied the handbooks had been explicit in just how they were to 
prepare themselves for the night’s events.

Shaved public mounds being only one of the orders as Terra took the razor from Cynthia’s 
hand and knelt before her to do as requested. She loved Cindy’s snatch. Loved to kiss it, lick it 
and even shave it. In the last few days they had become closer than ever and it was by no 
means demeaning for her to be doing the task she was.

Cynthia had asked her and she was doing it for the same reason. For love of each other.

“Do you think we could make a special request tonight?”

“What kind of request, Terra?”

“I… I want to watch you. And I want you to watch me, too, as we are initiated tonight. 
Think they’ll let us?”

“I don’t know. But we can ask, and I drink they’ll let us. That would be something, wouldn’t
it? It’s depressing about all the years we’ve lost. Years of mutually shared pain and love. Maybe
they will understand. After all, they did send two copies of the handbook for us. They know 
our desires and I’m sure they have to know that we are not celibate with each other any more.
Oh, that’s good. Let me feel if it’s all shaved off.”

Running both hands between her legs Cynthia couldn’t help but sigh. “Quite an effect, 
isn’t it? Shaved pussies.”

“I’ll say. Can you give me a hand braiding my hair like requested?”

“Sure.” Taking her hands from her crotch, Cynthia knelt on the bed beside Terra and-began
braiding her hair on the sides of her head as ordered in the accompanied letters. “Then we 
have to polish our nails and get dressed.”

“Dressed? What a choice of words, Cindy. Undressed would be closer to the truth. 
Spanking new State T-shirts cut into shreds is not my idea of being covered. You saw the way 
our tits poked through the cuts.”

“Indeed I did. And I’m sure that they will react the same as we did when we saw just how 
we did look.”

“That was one of the best times, wasn’t it?” Reaching for the nearby jewelry case, she took 
out a pair of hooped earrings. “Think these will be considered fat enough for them?”

Looking around to see her holding them, Cynthia responded with, “Sure. Nice and fat. 
Why do you think they wanted us to polish our toenails, too?”

“Who knows. But it’s no big deal one way or the other. But I do know that we are being 
ordered to be the most femmes as possible. Clean, polished, shaved and groomed to the hilt. 
It’s nice to know that even if we are to be their slaves we’ll retain all of our female attributes at
the same time. At least they aren’t trying to turn us into some sort of cross between male and 
female.”

“No, not at all. And it’s easy to understand. They want female slaves, not some weird cross.
Which is just as well. I have absolutely no desire to a male at all. And neither do you. Just 
because we derive extreme satisfaction out of servicing females do not make us dream of 
being male.”

“True,” Terra confirmed. “But I must confess, I still want men in my future. If for no other 
reason than children. And they are good in their own ways, too.”

“You don’t have to convince me of that. We, my dear Terra, love both worlds and there is 
no reason to deny ourselves either. Heavens, I even have a date with Tony tomorrow night and
you have one with Stan. No, they don’t want us to be lesbians. Just their sluttish Divine Sisters 
of pain. Which we are both more than willing and anxious to be. Come on, your hair’s done. 
Let’s get dressed and get over there. The sooner we do, the sooner we can feel those feelings 
again.”

“Right.”

*

“I am pleased to inform you,” Charlotte Kane said as those assembled for the night took 
their assigned places in the lobby of the House, “that we have already made three selections 
for Sisterhood in the Omega. Cynthia Snowe, Terra Becker and Virginia Swift please stand and 
come forward so all may see and know of your acceptance.”

Cynthia and Terra smiled at each other as they got up off the floor and joined Virginia 
Swift beside the President of Omega House. Each knowing just what their roles in the Omega 
organization was to be.

Divine Sisters.

The three young women stood proudly before those gathered. Proud of the honor they 
were receiving. And proud to show everyone their almost nude bodies.

Cynthia and Terra were dressed’ in their shredded T-shirts and equally shredded shorts. 
Breasts, pussies and ass hardly hidden by the hanging hunks of fabric that could no longer be 
considered clothing.

Beside them Virginia was even less covered. Heels, a lacy garter belt and nylons were her 
sole attire.

“We will be having a separate ceremony for these three new Members after the remaining 
candidates undergo another test of acceptability within our selective ranks. You three,” facing 
Cynthia, Terra and Virginia, “will be escorted around the House during their initiation period 
for further instruction. Go now with these three Sisters.”

They were escorted to the side of the room. Handcuffs were placed on their wrists as their 
hands were bound behind their backs. When they were told to kneel in front of their 
respective Sisters facing them, they did so without hesitation on their part. And when each 
Sister slowly raised her white robe and opened her legs, the newest Members of the Omega 
Sorority didn’t need further instructions.

They leaned forward, as a group, and buried their faces in the exposed pussies before 
them as Charlotte Kane continued her speech. The white robes enclosed them in the musky 
semi-darkness as they divided their attentions between Charlotte and the pussies in their 
mouths.

“There are now twenty-six of you vying for the remaining twenty-two openings this year. 
By the end of tonight we will have made our final selections. If, however, you think there is 
something about you that should be considered before we make our final eliminations, please
inform your Pledge Sister. We will make the appropriate decision after conferring.”

“Each of you were presented with instruction before arrival and now is the time to follow 
those instructions. Let us commence.”

The three newest Members felt the white robes being lifted off their bodies and a moment
later hands were turning them around to face the remainder of the hopeful pledges. It was 
quite a sight to see, too.

Wraps and covering were toss off like so much refuge as eager young women, each with a 
different directive sent to them that morning, when in a multitude of directions seeking out 
their appropriate Sister, or unwrapping an order item, or assuming a specified position.

A group of ten girls lined up hip to hip in the center of the room at the direction of one of 
the Sisters who was proudly, and determinedly, holding the House paddle in her hand for 
them to see. It was obvious to Cynthia, Terra and Virginia those ten had been given similar 
instructions, as within seconds of seen the Sister holding the paddle aloft, they lined up with 
elbows and foreheads on the floor, asses up as they were soon surrounded by a bevy of 
Sisters eagerly awaiting their turn to wield the House paddle against them.

It was a sight none would ever forget. Ten nimble, padded asses raised for the paddle’s 
decent as one by one the Sisters made their way down the line of asses. Each delivered three 
strokes to each aspiring pledge as all eagerly looked on or awaited her turn. Fifteen Sisters did
the paddling, earning each hopeful member forty-five solid whacks of wooden torment.

But none faltered. Each ass remained high and offered even after the carpeting was 
sprinkled with tears. Ten asses were beet red. Ten sets of wiggling tits brushed above the 
carpet. And many of the bystanders clapped, whistled and urged the others along as each 
consecutive ass grew a deep shade of red.

In the ensuing two hours every hopeful pledge’s ass was at least spanked. Each set of tits, 
large or small, was woman-handled until each owner gave vent to her screams of pain. The 
longer they withheld it, the harder the combined Sisterhood made their efforts.

Toes were kissed. As were feet, asses, armpits and notably pussies. Pledges were draped 
over chairs, laps and banisters. Every bodily open was intimately investigated by a variety of 
items, from fingers to massive dildos. Innumerable assholes were swabbed clean by eager and
not so eager tongues.

To the three forced to kneel through the entire two hours it was stimulating as hell. They 
had been allowed, actually encouraged, to talk with each other, their sponsor and any Sister 
who cared to join them.

Cynthia was not surprised to learn that Virginia was the gal she had seen at the first night 
of initiation receiving the spanking as the others had gathered and that she would make the 
final third Divine Sister of the year, along with her and Terra.

As the time progress they freely exchanged confidences. Telling each other of their wants 
and desires. And it was not surprising to learn that none of them were going to be Divine 
Sisters because of the financial benefits offered to those who became Divine. All three had 
eagerly accepted for very personal and very greedy reasons.

Incomparable lust. Soaring passions that far exceeded the realms of, to them, mundane 
sex. None were confirmed lesbians. But all were confirmed pain loving, humiliation loving, 
greedy sensualists that freely allowed their bodies’ cravings to rule them and their sexual 
delights.

As they watched the ongoing arousing sights it was easy to find the other Divine Sisters in 
the groups. All six of them were covered just as Donna had been on Cynthia’s first night there.
But by just observing, it was easily ascertained that each was also different.

Donna and two others, that none of them knew their names, were obvious recipients of 
the whip and similar weapons.

One of the Divines was the owner of seven body rings. One in each nipple, in each pussy 
lip and ass cheeks and one gleaming from her exposed clitoris. All of which were used during 
the two hours devoted mainly to the promising pledges.

The remaining Divine’s desires was also abundantly obvious as her burn marks proclaimed.
Red, welted marks were on her breasts, including nipples, her full ass cheeks, inner legs and 
puffy cunty. She also had several tattoos. A unicorn on her inner leg with the horn pointed 
toward her snatch. A yellow rose on her left breast complete with conspicuous thorns 
highlighted. And a coiled, partially unfurled whip graced both halves of her ass.

The three newest members eagerly talked about what they wanted done to them by the 
Sisters in the not so distant future. Virginia quit .y admitted her craving for whip and crop and 
similar devices. After only minor prodding Cynthia confessed to wanting special attention paid
to breasts and vagina at the same time. And after considerable pressures Terra finally admitted
to wanting to be placed in inescapable bondage while engaged in sexual and painful relations.

With the variety of actions going on around them as they talked, none had any doubts 
that the Sisterhood would be more than up to meeting their individual needs. They just 
prayed that they themselves could handle the Sisterhood’s desires.

One thing that did startle them during the pledges initiations was that one of the pledges 
was making it plain that she was not going to submit to their desires. Cynthia thought for sure
that she would be blackballed before the night was over.

Cynthia would have lost that bet.

She had begrudgingly allowed her ass to be spanked by one of her Sisters, but when told 
to spread her ass for a dildo, she refused and had the nerve to take the dildo in question in 
her own hands and drive it up one of the Sister’s ass instead. To Cynthia’s surprise none 
complained. Not even the Sister’s who ass was invaded. Cynthia was so shocked that she 
actually stopped one of the Sisters and asked her about it.

“Why should we be upset? We love to do the same thing. Gloria has already been 
accepted. We need women like her in Omega House. It’s even possible that she will succeed 
Charlotte as President next year. Yes, a very good Omega.”

Finally the time of the Pledges passed and they were told to leave. The required blackballs 
being distributed as they left.

It was time for the newest Omegas final initiation rights. The three drew straws for the 
order. Virginia was to be first. Followed by Terra then Cynthia.

*

The doors were locked for the night and everyone made their way to the rooms in the 
basement of Omega House and the initiation of the Divines. The tattered remains of Cynthia’s 
and Terra’s clothes were quickly pulled from them and tossed aside as they were chained to 
opposite walls of the room. Virginia was led to the center.

“You three, Virginia, Terra and Cynthia, have been accepted into the Omega’s as Divine 
Sisters. The responsibilities and privileges of that status have been explained to you and you 
have freely chosen to assume the full role of Divines. If that is still your wish, state so now.”

All three answered in unison, speaking the Oath that had printed the Divine Sister 
Handbook. “I wish to be a Divine Omega. To serve and be served by my peers of the 
Sisterhood.”

Facing the congregated Sister in the room, Charlotte asked, “Do you accept these Pledges 
as Divine Sisters of Omega House?”

“We accept them as Divine Sisters within our ranks,” was heard in full voiced unison.

“Will the other Divine Sisters please step forward.” When assembled, Charlotte asked them,
“Do you, the Divine Sisters of Omega, accept these three into your selective ranks? Do you 
promise to treat them as your equal? To never be jealous of them? Or to the attentions they 
will receive by the other Sisters?”

“We accept them as fellow Divine Sisters and vow to always treat them as our beloved 
equals.”

“All concerned have exchanged vows of our Sisterhood. A vow that can never be broken. 
The only way to be released for these vows is by death. Do all agree and accept?”

“We agree and accept.”

“Susan,” turning to one of the white robed figures on her left, Charlotte told her, “you are 
Virginia sponsor into our exclusive ranks, As such it is your privilege and responsibility to 
know her desires and tell us all of them. Speak and tell us of Virginia Swift.”

“Virginia desires are similar to our beloved Divine Donna’s. She wants her flesh kissed by 
whip, crop, cane and similar weapons. But let no Sister ever pierce her flesh with sharp 
implements, for this she does not want. All bodily openings are offered by Virginia to use and 
abuse as they so desire. The control word she has chosen is Snake’ and when any hears her 
say snake they must stop what they are doing to her as she had reached her limit. Do all hear 
and agree?”

“We hear and agree to the rule governing Virginia Swift into our ranks.”

“Virginia, are the words spoken by your sponsor true and correct?”

They are true and correct, Madam President of the Sisterhood.”

“And do you agree to all she has said?”

“I agree and await my initiation into your exclusive ranks as a Divine Sister of the 
Sisterhood of Omega.”

“So be it. Let the initiation begin.”

As Susan, Virginia sponsor into the Omega’s, stood before her and began her 
preparations, Cynthia suddenly understood her conversation with President Charlotte during 
the Pledges earlier time upstairs. She had thought Charlotte’s questions just curiosity ones. 
But such was not the case. She had been learning Cynthia’s desires and limitations to present 
to the Sisterhood. Including her Control word’. When asked what she disliked or despised the 
most, Cynthia had answered with bigotry and knew that that would become her control word.

The concept of a control word, however, did not have to be explained to her. It was 
precisely that. The word used to control the amount of pain, or whatever, she was able to 
accept. She also knew without being told that the control word was not to be used 
indiscriminately, but with care. As they prepared Virginia for her initiation into the Omegas, 
Cynthia repeated the word to herself over and over. Trying to commit it to deep memory so 
she would know it at the appropriate times.

Susan assisted Virginia in donning manacles on her wrists and she was soon standing in 
the center of the room with her hands held over her head by them. Donna and another 
Divine, whose name Cynthia still didn’t know, reverently knelt at Virginia feet and began to 
attach a spreader bar to her ankles. When they were locked in place they began to turn the 
bar, forcing Virginia feet farther and farther apart on the cool stone floor. When they were 
finished Virginia body was totally available to her chosen weapons.

Hands up, legs spread, cunt exposed along with the seam of her ass, Virginia licked her lips
as Susan stood beside her with a stiff, leather covered rod in her hand. Placing her left hand 
on Virginia wrist and resting the end of the rod on her right breast, Susan asked, “Where do 
you want the first stroke to land, Divine Virginia?”

Another lick of dry lips, Virginia lowered her head to look at the rod against her breast. 
And smiled. “Each nipple first, Sister Susan, if you please. Followed by my breasts. After that,” 
raising her head to look around the room, “the choice is entirely yours to make.”

Cynthia marveled at Virginia calm. But then it wasn’t all that surprising when she 
considered that she, too, was in complete empathy with her.

All watched Susan slowly bring back the rod in preparation. All knew where it would land, 
including Virginia. And all eagerly awaited its arrival. A few heartbeats later no one was 
waiting any more.

Susan, with a snap of her wrist, drove the stiff leather covered rod into Virginia right 
nipple. All could plainly see her breast fold around the rod and knew that Susan had been 
anything but mild in administrating to her sponsored pledge.

But Virginia uttered not a sound as she watched Susan prepare for her second blow to her 
other nipple as requested. Then that too became history, slowly others began to join in. Never
more than four were wielding weapons at Virginia at the same time but all seventy-one Sisters
struck her at least once to show that they accepted her within their ranks.

Chained to the wall, Cynthia watched in fascination. Virginia managed to withhold 
screaming until a good twenty or so blows had landed. By somewhere around fifty or so 
Virginia began to cry. Tears flowed from her eyes and screams came from her throat as one of 
the other Divines reverently knelt between her legs and silently paid homage to her skills as 
Virginia torment continued.

But all gathered knew that to Virginia it was not really torment. It was her expressed desire
that she be precisely where she was. Accepting what she wanted to accept. The tears were 
meaningless. What did have meaning was the Divine at continue swallowing between her 
opened legs. Virginia was climaxing and none could or wanted to deny it. She had become an 
required part of them. A necessary part.

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CHAPTER FOUR


Cynthia only saw three Sisters still wearing their white robes as Virginia’s climatic gurgles 
tolled out of her throat as three of the Sisters continued to apply whips and a crop to her 
straining body.

She could understand why several Sisters were rolling on the floor caught up in their own 
lusts as mouths were buried between widely spread legs. Skin was everywhere. Pink skin. Tan 
skin. Brown, black and olive skin filled her eyes as they traveled lustfully around the room as 
the sharp cracking sounds of leather striking flesh filled her ears.

Pulling her eyes off the cavorting Sisters tumbled all over the floor, Cynthia turned her 
attention to Terra directly across from her chained to the wall as she was chained to hers. She 
was pleased to see that her roommate, lover and friend was just as excited as she by what 
they were viewing. Her Pledge Sister, Monica, was having a whispered conversation with her 
and Terra was listening intently to what she was saying.

Feeling her own female juices rolling around in her swampy cunt, Cynthia was sure that it 
was the same for Terra. But Terra wasn’t giving her full attention to herself. No, it was directed 
at Monica. Cynthia assumed that Monica was getting all the information that she would need 
when it was Terra’s time for initiation.

Cynthia wondered when Charlotte would come to her and have a similar conversation. She
knew that Charlotte had most of the information needed. She had gotten that by talking and 
asking specific questions to her earlier when all the Pledges had been going through their 
initiations. Knowing that there were several things she did and did not want done to her as a 
Divine, Cynthia tried to sort them in a logical order in her mind while she had the chance.

While Virginia was undergoing her final initiation Cynthia had done more than watch her. 
She had watched the other Divines and Sisters. To her, the other Divines were the most 
important and after hearing Susan state Virginia’s wants and dislikes she wanted to get all of 
hers covered too.

Just precisely what was it that she wanted done to her?

And what didn’t she want done?

Those were the crucial questions that demanded her attention at the moment, even if her 
eyes continued to roam around and at least subconsciously see what was transpiring before 
her. Recalling that Virginia had eliminated piercings from her repertoire Cynthia began 
thinking about that fascinating/terrifying possibility.

In actuality Cynthia had little experience in accepting pain to judge her requests by. She 
knew, for a fact, that paddling was more than good, it was fantastic. And she had had her tits, 
nipples, ass and cunty pinched, pulled and prodded, after all her and Terra had not been 
celibate over the past few days. judging by her responses to the paddling she didn’t think she 
would have any qualms about accepting other instruments striking her either. With a quiver of
lust, she decided that whips, canes, crops and so forth would be included in her category of 
acceptable means of administering pain.

Naturally her body openings were to be available too. That went without question onto 
the list. She was sure that Terra’s list would include large objects in her cunty and ass. She had 
told her about her first night when fists were in them and she had even requested that 
Cynthia do it to her on two of their times together, too.

A week or two ago Cynthia would have denied the possibility that she wanted a fist in her 
body. Not so now. Even though the thought was terrifying, it was also vastly appealing. So 
that too would be on her list.

But the thought that just refused to leave her mind was bondage. Sever, painful bondage. 
Ropes, cuffs and chains were thrilling but deep down she knew that something more was 
needed to send her sky high into lust and passion. Pain was a natural ingredient, but so was 
bondage. Sever, long lasting, prolonged, and multiple bondage was a must.

Envisioning herself bound Cynthia’s mind conjured up several appealing scenarios. All 
centering around three specific locations of her body. Ass. Breasts. And even afraid to admit it 
to herself, cunt. She had vague visions of tits and cunt connected in some outlandish manner 
that she couldn’t quite imagine how it was accomplished. But there was no denying that it was
dreamed of.

Pulling her attention back to the events in the room, Cynthia saw that Susan, still dressed 
in her leather crotch digging panties and studded leather neck ban was directing two of the 
Divines in the removal of the spreader bar connected to Virginia’s ankles. Apparently Virginia’s
initiation was finally over.

There was no doubt in her mind that Virginia would be extremely sore for days to come. 
From collar bone to kneecaps, even showing through her nylons, were deep red lines overlaid 
all of her skin. There didn’t appear to be any pink remaining on her full breasts. The 
predominate colors were red, black and blue. As was the entire area surrounding her 
lightly-haired mound. And as her legs were finally freed and Virginia used her legs to turn 
herself around, Cynthia could see that her back had received just as much attention.

Starting just below her shoulders, down her back, over her full hips and ass, to her knees 
were even more, deeper colored lines. Cynthia didn’t know how she could still be standing 
under her own power. Virginia’s legs were trembling, but they were supporting her as her 
hands were lowered. But as the blood rushed suddenly back into her arms and her scream 
again split the air, her legs no longer were functioning as intended.

Susan instantly dropped her leather covered rod and pulled Virginia into her arms. Then, 
with the help of two other Divines, they led the exhausted newest Member over to one of the 
benches that was quickly vacated by three Sisters. Cynthia could hear her moan as her beaten 
tush made contact with the wooden surface. Within seconds hands covered with a whitish 
cream were rubbing Virginia’s body.

Minutes pasted under their administration and Cynthia soon realized that it was a 
numbing ointment being applied as Virginia’s moans began to lessen with the continued 
application.

“Sisters, may I have your attention,” Charlotte asked as she stood nude and majestic in the 
center of the room. “We have two more Divine Sisters to welcome into our ranks. Please do 
not wear yourselves out with the first.”

Several giggles could be heard as the Sisters began to untangle themselves from their 
partners and slowly get to their feet. Flicking a quick look over to Terra she saw that Monica 
had released Terra from the wall.

It was time for Terra’s initiation into the ranks of Divine Sister of the Sisterhood.

Cynthia couldn’t help but smile at her friend. Terra was really a very beautiful woman. 
Five-seven, dark blond hair and stunning figure. Her shaved mound glistened and Cynthia 
knew that over the ensuing hours she had come several times as her coating of juices attested
to as Monica regally led her to the center of the room and President Charlotte.

Cynthia gave her a bold wink of encouragement. Not that she thought she needed it, but 
because of the love, trust and understanding they shared. No, she didn’t need it. Cynthia, and 
everyone else for that matter, could see her wet snatch and hard capped breasts. No one had 
any doubts that she was more than eagerly looking forward to her initiation into the select 
ranks of Divine Sister.

“Monica,” turning to Terra sponsor, Charlotte told her, “you are Terra’s sponsor into our 
exclusive ranks. As such it is your privilege and responsibility to know her desires and tell us all
of them. Speak and tell us of Terra Becker.”

“Terra’s desires are similar to our beloved Divine Donna’s, also. She wants her flesh kissed 
by whip, crop, cane and similar weapons. But she is offering more than that. She also wishes 
implements or bodily parts that will fit into her bodily openings to fill those openings to her 
limits. She does not eliminate the use of piercing devices being used on her. But her greatest 
desire is for restrictive bondage being used during most acts that she participates in. She also 
requests that her mouth never be bound. The control word she has chosen is Spider’ and 
when any hears her say spider they must stop what they are doing to her as she had reached 
her limit. Do all hear and agree?”

“We hear and agree to the rule governing Terra Becker into our ranks.”

“Terra, are the words spoken by your sponsor true and correct?”

“They are true and correct, Madam President of the Sisterhood.”

“And do you agree to all she has said?”

“I agree and await my initiation into your exclusive ranks as a Divine Sister of the 
Sisterhood of Omega.”

“So be it. Let the initiation begin.”

Thus they all listened to similar words about Terra, Cynthia’s friend, lover and roommate. A
chill when down Cynthia’s spine as saw Terra reverently kneel before Monica and slowly dress’ 
her in what Cynthia could only assume was the costume they had agreed upon for her 
initiation.

Terra began rolling tall, eight inch spiked heels onto Monica’s feet, up her ankles, calves. 
The skin tight leather was smoothed by Terra’s hands, brushing out each and ever wrinkle 
from toe to just below her kneecaps as Monica stood upon her shaky platform of toes and 
spiked heels.

Cynthia gasped, as did several others in attendance, as one of the Divine Sisters brought 
forward the rest of Monica’s Apparel.

Terra took the stiff leather panties’ from the Divine and began placing it around Monica’s 
hips. Terra kissed Monica’s mound before adjusting the various parts to it. It was a very snug 
fit, a fact attested to by the amount of force Terra had to use to snap the snaps at Monica’s 
waist. But they were not true panties.

There was a strap that hung down the front which Terra took and slid, with extreme care, 
between Monica’s cunt lips, up her ass crack and fastened at the back of the waist. There was 
no back to the panties’ as such, just the black leather connecting front to back by the strap 
through her legs.

But that wasn’t what had caused several to gasp.

In the stiff leather flap that covered Monica’s mound was hole. A hole that Terra filled with 
a huge, rippled, leather, fat-headed cock and snapped it into place. Another, shorter strap was
then snapped to the crotch strap that held the dildo-supporting flap in place.

Cynthia could not believe her eyes, nor Terra, as she watched her pick up a huge, spike 
covered leather ball and attach it to the slot in the flap just below Monica’s tock’ and clip it to 
the flap. None could have any doubts that those vicious spikes would be driven into Terra’s 
body when Monica fucked her with the massive dildo she was wearing.

Cynthia was amazed at Terra courage to even contemplate accepting not only the huge 
dildo but the spiked ball slamming into her oh so delicate flesh as it would when being 
fucked. Eventually Terra had dreams and aspiration that she hadn’t even told her. She naturally
knew about her desires to be filled by cock or hand or whatever. But having spikes driven into 
her at the same time?

But it was obviously Terra’s decision. There could be no skepticism about that as she 
herself had dressed Monica in the unmistakable pain giving outfit she was wearing. She and 
Terra were going to have some very serious talking to do in the not so distant future, Cynthia 
thought, as it was now time to place Terra in her requested bondage for her initiation to 
continue.

Terra took the two sets of stiff leather bands with their short connecting chains and placed 
them in Monica’s hands. She kissed Monica’s hands then turned around placing her arms 
behind her back for Monica to attach them to her. Resting on her legs, with them bend 
beneath her, Terra then leaned forward pressing her breasts into her folded knees as she tried 
to raise her arms off her back to allow Monica easier access to them.

Monica fastened the first cuff on Terra’s left upper arm. Then did the same to her right. 
From each hung the short connecting chains and the remaining two bands. All watched as 
Monica took hold of the one hanging from Terra’s left arm and placed her right wrist through 
it. Then her left wrist to her right arm.

Monica stood up and Terra raised her upper body from her knees and all knew that Terra 
had not only lost the use of her hands but her arms too in the upcoming initiation. She would 
be utterly defenseless in stopping anyone from doing whatever they wanted. Of course her 
legs and feet were free but if she remained on her knees they, too, would be of no use to her.

Cynthia couldn’t help the moan that escaped her lips as Monica knelt behind her 
roommate and slit between her legs as she slowly pushed Terra’s head to the floor. Ass up, 
legs spread, Terra could do nothing to stop Monica from driving the huge dildo and 
accompanying spiked covered ball into her body.

But Cynthia knew, deep down inside, that Terra did not want to stop Monica in any way or 
fashion. Even as far away as she was from her roommate, Cynthia could smell her distinct 
female aroma of extreme arousal. She had become accustomed to Terra’s scent over the past 
few days and could recognized it even in a room filled with other female discharges of lust.

There was no doubt in her mind that Terra was more than willing for Monica to drive that 
cock and spiked ball into her. She was more than willing. She wanted it. Needed it like a dope 
addict needed a fix.

Monica used her hand to take control of her cock. Pressing it into Terra’s well oiled cunt 
slot, she moved it over and around the offered opening. Collecting Terra’s drooling goo over 
the surface of the leather Monica rocked slowly back and forth.

Sliding the ribbed dildo over Terra’s cunty lips and her clit.

Cynthia could see the increasing red of blood flowing all over Terra’s excitement building 
body. Her face turned a deep red. Her breasts began to swell and her ass quiver in 
anticipation/dread as Monica began to slowly retreat until just the flared head of her cock was
pressed against Terra’s sucking slot.

Cynthia was sure that in the next second the cock head would drive into her roommate’s 
cunty.

But it was another bet she would have lost.

Monica, using her hand, tipped the cock head up an inch and aligned it with Terra’s 
twitching asshole. And began to press into it. Terra’s jaw dropped down and her eyes screwed 
shut, but she made no protest to the dildo’s invasion up her ass as Monica pressed some 
more.

The huge head of the cock made it past Terra’s opening and slit inside as Terra moaned 
but otherwise remained still. Cynthia gave a moan of her own as her eyes watched inch by 
slow black inch sink into Terra’s ass. Four. Five. Ten! And Monica just kept pushing into Terra.

Eleven inches were buried in Terra’s ass when she felt the first cold touch of one of the 
spikes against her split snatch and she could no longer withhold her desire, and she screamed,
“Ffffffuuckk meeeeeeeeeeeee.”

Cynthia saw Monica take a deep breath and a moment later every other person in the 
room did likewise, then held it as Monica’s mound slapped against Terra’s ass cheeks and the 
dildo was all the way inside. All twelve inches of ribbed cock was buried up Terra’s convulsing 
ass as the spikes slammed into her spread cunty and inner legs and again she screamed.

“Yyyyyeesssss ahhh fuuuuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk mmeee.”

Monica did. Oh God, did she ever. All watched as each successive rib of the cock came out 
of Terra’s ass only to be slammed back in with a force that drove all the spikes into Terra’s 
flesh. The spikes scraped and poked into her as her sounds of ecstasy filled their ears. Their 
minds. And their own drooling snatches.

In and out. Back and forth Monica drove herself and the attached cock and spiked ball into
the Divine kneeling before her accepting, wanting, each and every stroke and poke she 
delivered. The bumpy end of the cock pressed into her own clit with each forward drive of her 
hips and her own passions built along with Terra’s.

Terra’s hips pressed and slammed back into Monica as they pounded into each other. Both
were lost in the void of eroticism they were creating with each other. Terra spread her legs 
even wider, accepting and wanting the spikes to find her exposed and throbbing clit. She just 
needed one tap to send her over the threshold. She tipped her ass up higher, making her slot 
open even wider on Monica’s next forward thrust and it happened.

The point of one spike , slid through the opened fold of her clit and smashed it into her 
underlying public bone. That was it. That was all she needed. Her body was off and racing up 
hills, over mountains and rocketing into space as her rolling, rumbling climax filled her body, 
her mind and her sole.

Monica was two strokes behind her. Pressing against Terra’s ass as much as she could, 
Monica pressed the nub at the base of her cock into her own clit and held it there. And held it 
there. And held it there until the last shutter was over and she pulled out and wearily sat back 
on her own haunches as she forced air into her lungs.

A second later Cynthia watched as two Sister took Monica by her shoulders and pulled her
away from Terra’s still rocking body. Then maybe five seconds after that, both of them were 
driving their hand held dildos into both of Terra’s sucking openings as a third Sister used 
Terra’s hair to raise her head and she slid under her. Releasing Terra’s hair her face was 
instantly buried into the Sister’s opened cunt and Terra was sucking away at both ends.

A forth Sister wiggled her way between legs and Terra until she was lying on her back her 
mouth plastered against Terra’s hanging tit. Her actions inspired yet another Sister to do 
likewise as Cynthia watched on with amazement.

Terra, her roommate, her friend since they were ten years old, had two dildos reaming out 
her ass and cunt. Had two Sisters attached to her hanging tits and treating them to a series of 
sucks, kisses, nibbles and bites, as she was doing her own sucking, kissing, nibbling and biting 
with her mouth on the pussy of yet a fifth Sister.

And thus it went as Sister after Sister made use of Terra’s inflamed, overextended body. 
Dildos entered her body. Fists entered her body. As did feet and tongues and fingers and 
more fists and more tongue and more and more and more.

Hands spanked her raised ass.

Whips struck her back.

Flared crop heads kissed the sides of her hanging breasts when mouths weren’t attached 
to them.

Then for a change they raised her to her knees. One Sister knelt behind her and drove her 
fist up her asshole. Another laid in front of her and did the same with her hand up Terra’ cunt. 
And five others surrounded her using whips, canes, crops, leather covered rods on her breasts,
arm covered back and arched back ass. Then a sixth Sister took her chances at being hit as she
pressed Terra’s mouth against her pussy.

And Terra?

Cynthia and all could see that she loved, craved and wanted each stroke, each penetration 
of her body, each licking suck of offered pussy. The Sister straddling her mouth use her 
hanging braids as a steering wheel and Terra’s mouth eagerly followed each and every 
directive.

As a different set of Sister began rearranging Terra for them, Charlotte Kane came and 
stood next to Cynthia.

“Makes you hot, doesn’t it,” Charlotte asked Cynthia as she brought her hand to Cynthia’s 
breasts and began caressing them.

“Yyess it ahh does.”

“You looked surprised earlier. Hadn’t Terra told you about all her wants?”

“Notaa ahh by a long shot.”

“But you can see that she is, shall we say, enjoying herself grandiosely, can’t you?”

“Oh I ahh don’t doubt that.”

“What was it that surprised you so much? I’m sure she told you about her first night of 
initiation where she took fists in both ass and cunty.”

“Yessa she did tell me that. But not her penitence for being spiked.”

“Ahh. So that’s it. I had a long talk with Monica after her first night with Terra and she 
voiced absolutely no qualms. None at all. She seemed to think that Terra would be willing to 
do almost anything. Your friend seems to have unlimited tolerance toward receiving pain. But 
how about you, Cynthia? What are your limits? By chance have the been expanded recently?”

“Ahh yes, I ahh think they have. Dramatically so.”

“And what are they now,” she asked as one hand went to Cynthia’s pussy and began a 
lusty inspection of her dripping slot of hot goo.

Cynthia closed her eyes as Charlotte’s fingers began their magic in her as she tried to 
collect her wondering thoughts to present to her. She thought she was fighting a loosing 
battle when Charlotte began to pinch her enlarged clit between fingers and thumb.

“Come. You can tell me. Or would it be easier if I listed what I think you want?”

“Ahhh pleasseeee.”

“My honor, Cynthia. Let’s see,” she paused as her fingers took a deep hold on Cynthia’s 
ditty. “Stop me when I say something that does not sound appealing to your pain loving body.
Okay?”

Cynthia could only nod her head in agreement as she felt her body climbing that magical 
spiraling staircase to sexual bliss as Charlotte’s voice began to fade.

“Whips.” She paused and received no response from the heavily breathing Cynthia. 
“Piercings.” Again she paused. No denial came and she smiled. “Wicked bondage that 
connects your avid desires.”

Cynthia responded to that one by forcing yet more throbbing clit into her crushing fingers.

“Ah what a delightful Divine you will be, Cynthia my dear. And what about the thought of 
heat? Hum? Does the thought of fire on your skin make this pulsate even more,” as she 
pinched her clit even harder.

“I…”

“Come on. You can tell me.”

“I ahhh don’t know.”

“Fine. It’s a possibility we can investigate in the future. And what about these beauties,” 
again taking Cynthia’s tits in her hands and squeezing the between her fingers, “do they crave 
bondage and pain of their own?”

“Yyyyess.”

“Wonderful. Wonderful, my dear. And is there a deep dark desire to be suspended? 
Upright and upside down, too?”

Cynthia didn’t know where her answers were coming from. Was it from her conscious 
mind? Or from deep within her subconscious? But wherever they were coming from, she did 
know the answers to the questions that Charlotte was asking.

“Yyyyesss.”

“What did you think of the spectacular little cunty clip that we used on Terra? Does your 
pussy want to be encased in punishing, ungiving metal?”

“Yyyyesss.”

“And how about these titties too? Hum? Do they want to be bound, pulled, teased, 
tormented and attended to, too?”

“Yyyyesss.”

“Ahh wonderful. Simply wonderful. And what kind of restraints to you picture your body 
in? Ropes? Leather? Metal?” Seeing Cynthia’s cunt arch forward into the air seeking attention, 
she added with a chuckle, “Or in anything we can think of? Is that it, my dear?”

“Yyyyesss.”

Charlotte threw back her head and laughed. Her hands dug into Cynthia’s boobies and 
they oozed between her gripping fingers. “I’ll have to think of a very appropriate initiation for 
you, my dear. Oh, yes. A very appropriate initiation, indeed. In the mean time,” taking her 
hands off Cynthia’s breasts and bringing them to her cheeks, she pulled Cynthia’s face to hers 
and they shared a deep, meaningful kiss, before she said, “watch your lovely little roommate 
and dream of being in her place. Oh, yes. I will have a lot of fun with you this year.”

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CHAPTER FIVE


Cynthia did what Charlotte had told her to. She watched Terra. Terra and the Sisters working 
on, in, around and over her arm bound body.

Terra was covered with sweat.

And whip marks.

And cane marks.

And rods of wood covered marks.

Cynthia did know if her pussy and asshole would ever resume their normal sizes again. 
Had perhaps too many large things been shoved, wiggled, twisted, slammed into them to ever
regain their normal shape?

But if she was any judge, and she knew she was, of Terra, she had to admit that Terra was 
far from complaining about what was happening to her. The insides of her legs were literally 
covered with oily and abundant discharges. She must have had innumerable climaxes to 
produce that much glistening goo.

And her body’s acceptance of all she had withstood had more than inspired others to 
emulate her. A soft smile came to Cynthia’s lips as she couldn’t help but notice what the other 
Divines were doing. Or more correctly having done to them. And several of the non-Divine 
Sisters, too.

Divine Donna was buried chin deep up a cunt. Her ass was raised and gleefully accepting 
her own allotment of strokes from whips, canes and crops by the four Sisters surrounding her.

And Virginia, who had just finished her own initiation a few short hours ago, was again in 
the thick of things. Cynthia didn’t know how her body could accept so much pain and still 
function. But it was more than functioning. Virginia was conspicuously having a grand old 
time as again and again her flesh took more than its share of punishing weapons crashed, 
slammed, cracked and snapped into it, as she, too, did a very creditable job with her own 
talented mouth.

The Divine who liked to be burnt and tattooed, whose name Cynthia still didn’t know, was 
being given just the type of attention she craved. Cynthia was sure that no tattoo would result
from the needles being driven into her breasts, stomach and mound but that sure didn’t stop 
her from enjoying the hell out them.

Another Divine was doing her share of accepting fists in her body, too. Three of them in 
fact. One in her pussy. One up her ass. And the third between her lips. She had naturally heard
of deep throating a cock. But a fist? But that was what she was witnessing not ten feet away 
from her bound body.

Practically under her feet were four Sisters apparently doing their damndest to drive fists 
up each others’ snatches. Some with more luck than others.

Being pleasantly aroused but well under control, Cynthia marveled at the actions, 
reactions, undulations, moans and assorted screams that filled the room around her. Some 
seventy odd women, all physically attractive, were all engaged in some form of lesbian love or 
lust, except for herself.

But she knew her turn would come.

Soon.

Very soon.

Of course it was still somewhat of a mystery just what she would be doing. Or forced to do
at her initiation into the Sisterhood of Divine Sisters of the Omegas. Not only was she anxious 
for it to happen, soon, but much more than willing.

A few short weeks ago she wouldn’t have dreamed that she would be in the place and 
under the circumstances that she was at this moment. Oh, sure, she had heard vague 
references to pain, bondage, submission, degradation, humiliation and such being associated 
with acts of sex. But she sure as hell never pictured herself being the more than willing victim 
of such encounters.

That had all changed a few short days ago.

It had changed as she hung by shackles attached to her wrists as the huge Omega paddle 
slammed again and again into her offered up ass. It had changed when a sucking Divine had 
made her come like never before as the paddling continued. It had changed as she had 
watched that same Divine Donna’s body. It had changed when the marks on her flesh had had
an undeniable effect on not only her body but her mind.

Then had come Terra and her. Oh, what wonderful memories those were.

But perhaps the most notable change had come as she had silently read through the 
Divine Sister Handbook that listed never before imagined acts of pain, depravity, humiliation 
and sexual acts. It seemed that just by reading about them made her want them.

But what made her, and the other Divines, what they were? She, herself, was a go-getter of
the first order of magnitude. She had more records, awards, and achievements than most 
people collect in a lifetime already to her credit. And she knew there were many more to 
come. Becoming a Divine Sister did not eliminate those dreams or desires. But in some 
strange way intensified them.

Then another thought popped into her mind.

The activities that she was committing herself to as a Divine Sister were not necessarily 
going to be limited by only females. Oh, no. There was a definite spot in her future for men, 
hopefully a very special man. What would it feel like to be fucked by a man instead of the 
dildo under similar circumstances as Terra had just underwent? Better? Worse? She was sure 
that time would tell. But in the interim she had a whole Sisterhood to keep her more than 
content in that department.

*

Clapping her hands together to gain their attention, Charlotte again stood in the center of 
the room, straddling a group of three Sisters who were connected intimately in a small daisy 
chain of mouths to cunts. “Sisters. Please, your attention. Before the hour grows too late we 
have a final Divine for initiation. Please come to order.”

Even knowing it was coming, Cynthia couldn’t stop the impetuous increase of her hear 
rate as it beat against her ribs, Unconsciously her hands curled into fist at the ends of her 
fetters. Taking a deep, shuttering breath to help composed herself, she slowly brought her 
legs closer together and tried to stand proud and tall before those assembled who would 
enact her initiation into the Sisterhood.

With seemingly urgent haste Terra was finally released from all of her demanding lovers 
and her body was freed of its servility. Then, like Virginia, her sponsoring Sister and others led 
her to one of the benched and began to administer to the many marks and abrasions she had 
sustained on their behalf as Charlotte allowed all several minutes to focus on the new 
activities about to begin.

Seeing that all were again paying attention to her, Charlotte gave a wave of her hand and 
a path was cleared between her and Cynthia, the final inductee as a Divine Sister. Then with a 
nod of her head Alexis came forward through the group and made her way to the 
apprehensive Cynthia still shackled to the wall where she had been for the past several hours 
as the other two had received their initiation into the Sisterhood.

“The final Divine Sister to be initiated this year is Cynthia Snowe. Alexis, please bring 
Cynthia forward for our inspection and acceptance.”

At Charlotte’s final word the last shackle was removed from Cynthia’s wrists, by one of the 
Sisters whom she did not know, just as Alexis reached her and offered her hand to her. 
Cynthia took the offered hand as she repeated the words in her mind that were to be her 
responses to President Charlotte Kane during her verbal acceptance.

Alexis led her to stand beside Charlotte then withdrew her hand as she took a half step 
back.

“Cynthia Snowe had two sponsors into the Sisterhood, but as President I can not act in 
that role. Alexis, as Cynthia’s cosponsor, will you step forward and tell us of Cynthia Snowe?’ 
“With pleasure, madam president,” she said as she stepped forward and stood next to Cynthia.

“Cynthia’s desires far exceed those of our previous Divine inductees. Not only does she 
want her flesh kissed by whip, crop, cane and similar weapons, she too wishes implements or 
bodily parts as does Divine Terra into her bodily openings to fill those openings to her limits. 
She does not eliminate the use of piercing devices being used on her. Nor does she request 
that we refrain from any mode of administering pain. Unless otherwise learned by her telling 
us, the only restrictions are the restrictions of the Sisterhood. No permanent damage. No 
dismemberment. And no threat of death. The control word she has chosen is bigotry and 
when any hears her say bigotry they must stop what they are doing to her as she had reached 
her limit. Do all hear and agree?”

“We hear and agree to the rule governing Cynthia Snowe into our ranks.”

“Cynthia, are the words spoken by your cosponsor true and correct?”

“They are true and correct, Madam President of the Sisterhood.”

“And do you agree to all she has said?”

“I… I agree and await my initiation into your exclusive ranks as a Divine Sister of the 
Sisterhood of Omega.”

“So be it. Let the initiation begin.”

The words had been spoken and Cynthia hoped very sincerely that she would be able to 
live up to them as she felt a shiver of apprehension slide down her spine as Charlotte to Alexis
to bring forward the items of her initiation.

“To facilitate your initiation, will you please lay on the floor, Cynthia, as Alexis and I prepare
your initiation?”

Unable to get the words out of her constricted throat, Cynthia nodded her head and 
lowered herself to the stone floor.

“On your stomach at first, please.”

Cynthia rolled over onto her stomach at Charlotte’s words as out of the corner of her eyes 
she saw Alexis coming toward her with several metal objects that for the life of her she could 
not understand their intent. Her nipples instantly hardened even more as they pressed into 
the cool, unmoving and slightly abrasive stones beneath her and again tried to calm her 
racing heart.

She was still unsuccessful in that endeavor.

“Place your hands at the small of your back so Alexis may bind them.”

It was almost as if Charlotte’s voice was coming from a great distance away as Cynthia did 
as ordered and felt Alexis’ warm hands wrap her cool wrists in a strand of coarse rope and pull
it rather snugly. Each of the three circles of rope cut into her flesh and Cynthia knew that there
would be no way to remove the rope from her wrists, if she had even wanted to, which she 
didn’t.

“Now back over onto your back with legs spread and feet on the floor,” came from the 
President of Omega House as she stood over the prostate inductee at her feet with a smile of 
acute anticipation on her face.

As Cynthia rolled over Charlotte bent down and picked up one of the metal pieces that 
Alexis had brought and stood up with it in her hand. With her other hand she reached up 
toward the ceiling and began pulling a length of chain down. The chain, link by link, rattled in 
the near absolute silence that filled the chamber. A click proclaimed that the chain connected 
to the metal bar had just been clipped to the overhead chain and everyone, including Cynthia,
knew that part of her initiation would be suspension.

Looking up at the hanging bar Cynthia inspected it as much as she could. Basically it was a
straight metal bar with a metal fastener in the center from which the was attached. The bar 
was perhaps four feet long, slender and highly polished. But what caught and captured 
Cynthia’s attention were to two inward turned hook-like projections at each end.

She had no idea at their purpose but knew it would so become obvious if they did have a 
purpose.

“Raise your legs straight up, Cynthia, and allow Alexis to place it at the back of your 
knees.”

Cynthia then knew one of the purposes of the bar. With her legs over it the bar would be 
used to suspend her above the floor. She pressed her bound hands into the small of her back 
and brought her legs up in the air as Alexis pulled the chain even more toward the floor and 
touched the backs of her knees with the cool metal. Cynthia, as goose bumps paraded up and
down her legs, folded her legs over the bar and again placed her feet on the stone floor as 
she stared at the gleaming metal bar and chain.

As Alexis knelt at her feet, Charlotte said, “Try to raise your two big toes for-the toe 
clamps, Cynthia so Alexis can attached the bar of pain to them.”

The bar of pain?

Looking over her hard capped breasts Cynthia tried to see what Alexis was holding. It was 
two distinct parts of metal.

The smaller, which Cynthia could see was a circular bar with small adjusting clips at each 
end, which she had to assume was the part referred to as the toe clamp. She could see that 
the ends were almost small circles in two parts. A small screw, which Alexis was turning, 
allowed the two parts to separate and become two distinct parts. And as Alexis slid each part 
around her right big toe how it was to be attached.

Needless to say, never in her life had Cynthia even heard of, let alone seen or had used on 
her, any type of toe clamp. She felt and watched Alexis adjust the turning screw and the two 
parts again came together, her toe between the two now joined halves. She then repeated the
procedure with Cynthia’s other big toe. When Alexis was finished Cynthia experimentally 
wiggled her toes just enough to realized that even if the toe clamps were small, they were very
effective in holding her in place.

The toe clamp section of the contraption had been explained, but not the major section 
that looked something like a weird shaped sword in the center of the curved metal and a 
mysterious hook at the end farthest from Cynthia as it still laid on the stone floor connected 
by the bar of the toe clamp.

For the life her Cynthia could not understand its use but that did not make it any less 
threatening.

Charlotte stood very close to Cynthia and placed her hand on the bar beneath her knees. 
“Slowly and very carefully straighten your legs, Cynthia, as Alexis places the bar of pain in the 
correct position.”

This was getting scary, Cynthia thought, as she ever so slowly began to straighten her legs 
as ordered. With avid curiosity and vast trepidation she watched as Alexis slowly pivoted the 
bar of pain on the axis of the toe clamp and began to slide it under the bar her legs were 
supported by and pulled the hook decorated end between her legs.

Cynthia didn’t want to be correct on her now startling assumption. But when Charlotte 
told her to slowly lower her legs and she did, she couldn’t help but notice that Alexis used one
hand to pull her pussy lips apart as the bar of pain came closer and closer to that very same 
pussy.

The sword-like curved center of the bar of pain was gleaming in the light. Cynthia could 
not stop staring at the sharpened edge that kept getting closer and closer to her pussy that 
Alexis was holding open with one hand as with the other she lowered the bar of pain to her 
spread cunt.

It was cold! Was Cynthia’s first reaction as the sword-like edge slid between her hot cuntal 
lips.

It’s heavy, was her second thought as slowly Alexis let up on her support of the bar and 
more and more of it pressed into Cynthia’s cunt and nervous clit.

Cynthia had a mad, and immediately discarded, idea of straightening her legs and pulling 
the bar of pain away from her chilled snatch. Immediately discarded because she knew that it 
would cut her pussy and clit to ribbons and she understood one of the reasons why the metal 
blade was curved.

The only unsolved mystery was the purpose of the hook-like end that was now about a 
foot above her heaving tits.

Tits!

No, they wouldn’t!

Or would they?

A better question was, did she want them to?

But when both Charlotte and Alexis silently knelt on both sides of her, bent down and 
each took a nipple in their mouths, Cynthia knew beyond a doubt that she did want her tits 
connected in whatever fashion they planned to the end of the bar of pain that was slowly 
digging deeper and deeper into her slot and clitoris.

Neither, obviously, was an amateur when it came to arousing female nipples and Cynthia 
soon knew that hers had never been so hard, nor so pointed upon the ends of her heaving 
boobs. With a shuttering acceptance of what was to come, Cynthia relaxed and enjoyed their 
combine attention to her.

She knew that soon her nipples, or perhaps her breasts, would be attached to the bar of 
pain, but that no longer bothered her in the least. She really was where she wanted to be and 
accepted that fact for its true worth as she allowed, even encouraged, her body to accept the 
gentle administrations it was receiving by their mouths and caressing hands.

When she felt them pull away from her, Cynthia didn’t even bother opening her eyes. She 
just felt with her body. Felt them each take a nipple between fingers and pull on them, and 
smiled. But she did open her eyes when she felt something else tickle her left boobie.

A string was hanging from the hook end of the bar of pain. Cynthia knew that it would be 
her nipples attached to the hook and not her breasts. The string was too short to encircle 
both breasts and still reach the hooked end of the bar of pain. No, it would be her nipples 
only that were in a weird, complicated fashion attached to her toes. And to her pussy and clit, 
too.

An ingenious invention, the bar of pain, she thought, as Charlotte and Alexis quickly had 
her nipples bound in string and connected to the bar of pain. Then, just as an experiment, 
Cynthia wiggled her toes. Sure enough that made the sword like center of the bar press 
against her cunty and clit and make her tits jiggle, too.

And she was still to be suspended.

But all gathered knew that that was the next order of business as both Charlotte and Alexis
were again standing beside her looking down at her with questioning expressions on their 
faces.

Cynthia wasn’t sure exactly what they were waiting for. Permission? Curiosity? Or where 
they doubting her resolve?

Whatever they were waiting for, Cynthia knew her answer, and with a lick of dry lips, she 
said, “I wish to be a Divine Sister of the Omegas.”

That seemed to be the answer they had been waiting for. Or maybe any positive response 
would have done. Cynthia didn’t know, but her response erased all lingering questions from 
their expressions, as Charlotte said, “Raise her. Let the bar of pain be her acceptance into the 
Sisterhood of the Omegas.”

Clink by rattling clink, the chain was slowly pulled through a pulley it was attached to. Link 
by link the bar beneath her folded-over legs began to rise. And link by link the bar at her 
knees, her feet began to leave the floor. Each clink of chain made the bar of pain rub a 
different spot between her legs.

The sharp edge slid into her gooey slot and scraped across her enlarged clit and pulled her
nipples even more.

Clink, clink, clink, the chain got closer and closer to the ceiling. Each clink, each link of 
chain moved the bar of pain over Cynthia’s bound body. As more and more of her body was 
supported by her knees the more and more she had to bend them to keep from falling, the 
deeper the bar of pain cut into her very center. The more it pulled on her attached nipples 
until they were stretched almost to the severance point of leaving her breasts all together until
finally she hung upside down.

The blood rushed to her head, but that was the least of Cynthia’s worries. Her solitary 
anxiety, consciousness and will power was concentrating on one and only one fact. Do not 
move. Because if she moved, even a fraction of an inch, she was convinced that not only 
would she pull her nipples off her body, but she would cut her clit to shreds.

There was no doubt in her mind that the bar of pain was very, very apply named. Even 
hardly daring to breath her body was poised on the brink of destruction of everything she 
held dear. Her nipples and her clit, which over the years had provided her with hours and 
hours of satisfaction, gratification and basic everyday lust.

No, the rush of blood to her head wasn’t even in the running of being considered.

A movement just out of vision drew her attention enough for her to turn her head to see 
what it was.

She wished that she hadn’t.

Because both Charlotte and Alexis stood next to her strung up body with a fat, fluffy 
feather in their hands.

And Cynthia had perhaps the ticklish feet in the United States. Which they were bringing 
the feathers to.

If someone had told Cynthia just minutes before that it is impossible to laugh while her 
.cunt and clit were being cut to ribbons and while her nipples were almost being pulled off her
breasts, she would have called them a liar.

But not that at that minute.

Because that was exactly what she was doing. She was laughing as the sword like center of
the bar of pain cut into her clit and cunty and the hooked end of it pulled her nipples, while at
the other end of the bar her toes and feet just could not keep still as the feathers touched her 
feet again and again.

At that moment in her life Cynthia didn’t even know the meaning of a code word, let along
hers. And if she had and could have remembered it, she sure as hell wouldn’t have used it for 
the simple fact that she was coming, climaxing and spiraling toward heaven and beyond.

*

After an eternity Alexis cut the string attached to her nipples as Charlotte steadied the bar 
of pain between her legs. Then as Charlotte held it, Alexis unscrewed the toe clamps and the 
bar of pain was totally removed from her body and her hands were freed, too, as she 
remained with her legs over the bar for the remainder of her initiation induction into the 
Sisterhood.

Cynthia concluded, that after surviving the bar of pain, whips and other assorted weapons 
striking her were child’s play to accept. Not only to accept but to find vast sexual release from.
And she did just that.

Hanging upside down, supported by her own legs and hands against the floor, Cynthia 
wasn’t even aware that she was screaming as climax after climax rolled through her body. But 
through blurred eyes she did see an array of cavorting Sisters strewn across the floor like so 
much confetti before she was finally lowered to the floor and she dove her mouth into 
Charlotte’s drooling cunt until it was dry and she was so exhausted that she just curled up on 
the floor and impolitely went to sleep as the orgy continued around her.

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CHAPTER SIX


The next weekend Terra, Cynthia and Virginia moved their belongings into Omega House and 
took up full time residence with open arms. And opened cunts.

And opened assholes.

And opened bodies in general.

And it is not surprising that they were welcomed with eager anticipation, lust, and plans.

Donna and the other established Divines gave them some very helpful ideas and 
suggestions their first day at Omega House.

“Because you three are the newest Divines you will be in the greatest demand. The rest of 
us know how new and thrilling this is for you three, but take some advise from us. Don’t go 
overboard.”

“She’s right,” interrupted another Divine who they had learned was Sharon, “it is thrilling 
to be so popular with the rest of the Sisters, but do take it slow for a while. At least until you 
learn your limits and capacities. Naturally, you can accept pain, and by being a Divine we all 
know you can take the pain. But give yourselves time to adjust.”

“She’s right, you know. We’ve all been in your position before. And it is an ego booster to 
be so wanted, but you just are not used to all that much pain yet. You will, in time. But give 
yourselves that time. We aren’t saying to lock yourselves in your room and hibernate. Far from
it. But use your schedule book carefully.”

“Just how does our schedule book work anyway,” Terra asked, but the other two were just 
as interested in knowing the answer.

“Basically as any other schedule does, except that this one records your times of accepting 
pain or planned attention from the other Sisters. No Sister can commandeer you on the spur 
of the moment. They have to enter their requests in your book and you have to agree to it 
before it happens. If, for bizarre library example, Carrie Wade asks Terra to allow her to burn 
her tits, which I assure you she will even knowing that Terra is not into burning, she can’t do it 
by simply writing it Terra’s book. Terra has to agree, not only to what is requested, but when 
and for how long, too.”

“So we, in effect, control our own pain or actions or whatever?”

“Always.”

“Always?”

“Yes, always. I don’t know if you consider yourselves as slaves or not, but that is a major 
part of being a Divine. But we don’t look upon ourselves as slave. Oh, sure, are bodies may 
look like any slave’s, but we are not slaves in the true sense of the word. In fact, if you consider
that it is us and not the other Sisters who control what, how hard, with what and so on, we are
actually the ones in charge.”

“How do you figure that,” Virginia asked.

“By the simple fact that no one, not even President Charlotte can make us do what we 
don’t truly want to do. They don’t set the limits, we do. Thus we are the ones in control.”

“Okay, I can understand that,” Cynthia said, “but get back to the schedule books. What are 
you recommending us to allow. At least until we learn our limits, as you put it.”

“That’s hard to say, actually. It depends on what is requested. If someone just want to 
apply a few whip strokes then have you muff dive, it’s no problem. But, on the other hand, if 
someone wants to spend literally hours using whip or whatnot, it’s another story. But 
whatever you do, don’t book events for every day of the week. You’ll burn out in less than a 
month at that rate.”

“And Cynthia, I think you have to be the most careful,” interjected yet another Divine.

“Why?”

“Because you have imposed damn few limitations. You’re going to get all kind of offers 
and not only for a standard whipping, either. There are about five Sisters who get massive 
kicks out of burning, and let me tell you each and every burn takes a hell of a lot out of you. 
Schedule those far, far apart.”

“I see what you mean. But don’t any of the Sister ever just want plain old fashioned female 
sucking and fucking?”

Several laughed at her choice of words. “Oh do they ever! And they call on us Divines with 
predictability. But those don’t have to worry you at all. You simply match them to your sex 
drive and enjoy. It’s the pain inflicting ones that need to be carefully scheduled.”

*

Cynthia, Terra and Virginia learned the very first day that the other Divines had told them 
the truth. They were in ardent demand and loved each and every second of it, as was natural.

But they also took their advise and scheduled with heedfulness all encounters involving 
any level of pain being administered to them.

After their first week they began making adjustment and refinement to their personal 
schedules to allow other social life. After all, there was a great big wide world out there for 
their use too.

The several occasions when all of the Divines got together soon become welcomed 
interludes. No one else could understand as the other Divines did what they were really going 
through and what they felt, or needed. And their advise was invaluable. As were their 
comments about the other Sisters and their desires.

So the newest Divines began knowing about the other Sisters before even coming into 
direct contact with them. What they might expect from them and even graceful ways of 
getting around unwanted activities without harming delicate feelings and causing problems 
for all concerned.

“What recourse do we have if something is done to us that we don’t want to happen,” 
Cynthia asked Donna one night as they chatted in her room just prior to going to bed.

“We have the ultimate power to cast them out.”

“Out of Omega House?”

“Yes. It is our ultimate weapon and few will even dare to contemplate its use.”

“Tell me about this.”

“As has been explained to you, Terra and Virginia, we are ultimately the ones in charge, 
especially when it comes to matters of pain. When the Divines were first established some 
thirty years ago it was a different matter. Divines were looked upon as slaves without regard 
to their wants and desires. They were thought of as second class. And to put it plainly, some of
the more devious Sisters took advantage of that.”

“What do you mean? Surely they didn’t go beyond prescribed limits.”

“Oh, but they did. And then some. There is a story, deeply buried but circulating 
nevertheless, that there was this one Sister by the name of Selina who could only be called a 
true sadist. She was around long before the schedule books came into being and as the story 
goes, one day she took a new Divine to her room.”

“Here you get varied versions of what happened. But the most generally accepted one is 
that Selina took the Divine, whose name is lost in history, to her room and for several hours 
they made mad passionate love with each other. Several later attested that moans of passion 
were easily heard as they past Selina’s room, which is one of the excuses they used for not 
interfering.”

“They also heard muffled noises of an occasional strap being administered to the Divine, 
but as you might guess, around here little notice was given to that. Anyway, after the fact, this 
is what was reconstructed.”

“Selina took the Divine to her room, and as I said, they made passionate love for hours 
with Selina occasionally using a crop to make the Divine move quicker to her demands. That 
in itself is nothing unusual. But what she did over the remainder of the day is.”

“It is reported that the Divine spend literally hours in bondage setups of various natures as
Selina kept using the crop on her body, most, it seems, on her ass, pussy and legs until she 
was almost incoherent and close to passing out from the overextension of pain administered 
to her. But Selina was a crafty old bitch.”

“Guessing that that was her last opportunity with the Divine, knowing that no sane person 
would ever allow herself to again be alone with Selina, Selina reasoned that it was now or 
never. Promising the Divine that if she would submit to one final degradation, she would be 
freed. At which point it is assumed that the Divine would have done anything to end her 
suffering. And she agreed.”

“Selina had what you might call an extensive collection of erotica. Among her collection 
were the standard whips and such, but she went in for the more eccentric. Massive dildos 
seemed to fascinate her. After her trial, which the Sisters presided over, all of this came out. It 
is said that some of her dildos were way beyond the capacity of anyone to accept within 
bodily openings with anything close to comfort.”

“But with the dazed Divine, she used them. Somehow she had gotten a hold of an 
inflatable dildo, that upon casual inspection was quite ordinary, if one ignored the small tube 
and ball at the end. That inflatable dildo was inserted in the Divine’s ass as she was bond, they
say, across the back of a chair.”

“Then with the dildo in her, Selina again resorted to using the crop on her ass and the 
backs of her legs until they were horribly cut and bleeding before stopping. She then inserted 
another large dildo up the girl’s pussy. A waist strap with connecting crotch strap held both in 
place. Then she proceeded in placing the Divine in a lower body glove.”

“What’s a lower body glove,” Cynthia asked with a tinge of fear as she thought she could 
guess.

“It is just that. A single garment, in this case made of shinning black leather, that covers 
the body from breasts down. It is a single unit that goes around both legs like a leg of pants, 
up hips and abdomen. It ends just under the breasts. A very strong zipper holds it together 
around the victim. And there are adjusting ties in the back for adjusting to various size 
victims.”

“At this point of the story, it goes that one of the Sisters, assumably a roommate to Selina, 
entered the room. It is reported that the Divine was in the lower body glove. She had 
manacles on her wrists, connected with a chain to a leather band around her neck. There was 
also a gag in the Divine’s mouth that precluded her from speaking.”

“But couldn’t the Sister see that the Divine was in poor shape?”

“It is reported that she did notice that the girl was almost in a stupor but as the Divines in 
those days were treated unmercifully, she didn’t pay much attention. According to her later 
testimony, she just assumed that after hours of sex, she was somewhat dazed. And a few 
minutes later she left the room.”

“Selina then placed the Divine on the floor on her back. It must have been as painful as 
hell for her to lay on her beaten ass and legs, but Selina obviously didn’t care about the 
Divine. She was too concerned with her own desires.”

“Holding the ball pump of the inflatable dildo in her hand, she straddled the Divine’s face, 
ripped off the gag and plastered her face to her mouth. The poor girl was probably having 
problems just breathing and trying to accept the awful pain she in. To add oral sex on top of 
all else that she had endured, well you can imagine.”

“She then ordered her to suck cunt until she came and whenever the Divine faltered Selina
used the ball pump and inflated the dildo up the girl’s ass. Or just to hurry her along, or 
whatever. Selina ruptured her intestines and caused massive internal damage. The poor girl 
almost bleed to death when Selina left her, still in the glove in her room and went down to 
dinner.”

“Left her? How could she?”

“It is agreed that Selina was a bit more than a little warped. She later testified that the 
Divine had had the nerve to go to sleep while she was still trying to get her jollies.”

“So how did she get free?”

“One of the other Sisters got curious. She found her on Selina’s floor just as she had been 
left. In the glove, hands and neck manacled, and the gag replaced in her mouth. At first she 
thought that the girl was asleep. But then she noticed that blood was slowly dripping out of 
the ends of the glove. The next thing she noticed was the revolting smell coming from her.”

“She quickly unzipped the glove and almost gagged at the stench of ruptured guts and 
blood. She tried to let the air out of the dildo but didn’t know how and called for help. The 
whole House became involved. The girl was cleaned up as best they could and taken to the 
hospital.”

“What happened after that?”

“She eventually recovered and testified against Selina at the trial.”

“You keep mentioning the trail. Who held it?”

“The Sisterhood. As the story goes, the Divine did not want her story publicly know, 
because of family and such, and agreed to abide by the decision of the Sisterhood.”

“What was the decision?”

“The decision was that Selina was expelled from the Omega’s and punished.”

“How?”

“By her own inflatable dildo, which the Divine got to use on her. But she had more 
experience with pain than Selina did. It is said that it took her over two days to inflate it fully 
up Selina’s ass. Selina’s intestines did not rupture but we can guess at the pain she received 
during that time. But the best result of Selina’s story is the Handbook.”

“What handbook?”

“The Divine Handbook. It was a direct result of Selina. It was then that the Divines were 
organized as a very important part of the Omegas. Because, to put it bluntly, without us 
Divines there would be no Omegas. All of the Divines were interviewed and some of their 
stories brought to light just what they had been made to suffer.”

“It took the Sisterhood two years to rewrite the Sisterhood manual and the Divine Sister 
Handbook, but it was the only real alternative. We became recognized for our true service to 
the other Sisters and are now accorded the highest esteem of all the Sisters. We are protected 
and to a point, really cherished. It was also written in the bylaws that a Divine could bring 
charges against any Sister for an offense and allowed a trial on her behalf. If found guilty, the 
Sister is expelled.”

“That is why now days each Divine’s limits are part of her initiation. It is her protection 
from over abuse. Take Terra for example, if she brought charges against a Sister for Burning 
her and a burn is on her body, the Sister is expelled because all agreed that they would agree 
to and accept Terra’s limitations. And it makes no difference on how sever the burn is, either. A
faint red mark is just as damning as third degree burns.”

“A curiosity question. What ever happened to the inflatable dildo anyway?”

“Selina took it with her when she left. It was still up her ass. And still inflated. But the Divine
kept the ball.”

*

The story of Selina had a direct impact upon all of the Divines. It made them more aware 
of the vital service they performed for the Sisterhood. Even Terra began to change as she 
realized the power she had been given as a Divine Sister. It was a subtle change but noticeable
nevertheless.

Her confidence grew, over time, and Cynthia was amazed at the change in her friend. Terra
stopped simply accepting what was offered. If she wanted something, she went out after it 
and got it. And not only in the sexual desires she had come to crave. It spilled over into all 
facets of her life. Her grades soared. Her social life blossomed.

Eight months later she was married.

Cynthia was truly happy for Terra, but she did leave a huge void behind. A void that 
Cynthia tried to fill the only way she knew how.

She became deeper and deeper involved in the life of a Divine Sister. She began to actively
seek out Sisters and as time progressed, she drifted more and more to Charlotte Kane and 
Alexis Rochlin to fulfill those needs.

It was through Charlotte and Alexis that Cynthia’s realm of pain, bondage and lusts 
expanded. Nothing became forbidden between the three of them. What one couldn’t think of,
the others did and Cynthia became the willing whipping boy, or in this case, whipping girl, for 
all of their experiments.

Outlandish bondage setups became the norm. Cynthia literally spent hours at a time in 
elaborate harnesses, devices and situations. Her body was bound, harnesses, poked, prodded, 
bent, twisted, folded, pierced, burnt, heated, cooled, squashed, pulled and all around made 
painful.

It got so Cynthia could not even sleep is she wasn’t in some lingering pain. And she 
became addicted to having it available.

But through it all she kept her sanity. It did not rule her life, although it did become a 
major ingredient of her life. Virginia, too, expanded her fields into pain.

Summer break from school became a nightmare for Cynthia and she eagerly looked 
forward to the resumption of classes in the fall. And Gloria.

Charlotte and Alexis had graduated at the end of her freshman year. And as one of the 
Sisters had predicted, Gloria, of reversing the dildo on a Sister during initiation, became the 
new President of the Omega House.

She was a natural for the position.

If the Omegas were strong, demanding women, Gloria was even more so. She lived for the
challenge. She craved authority, domination, mastery, command, control and power. 
Especially in sexual matters. As the years would tell, Gloria became insatiable in her quest over 
others, but she was also blessed with intelligent understanding as well. She always knew 
others limits and respected them. To a degree.

It was Gloria that Cynthia turned to during her last three years at State U. It was Gloria that
stretched Cynthia’s limits until they were almost nonexistent. She taught Cynthia to crave 
hours of stringent bondage and broadened her scope in the field of humiliation to include 
public displays that were carefully controlled. And she widened her range of accepting 
piercing.

There were actually entire months that passed without Cynthia even being whipped as the 
intricate bondage and other facets took precedence over such mundane aspects of receiving 
pain from others.

But there was a price paid too. Cynthia almost totally withdrew from society as a whole, 
except for schoolwork. There she soared and upon graduation she was again valedictorian of 
her class and a whole new world was again laid at her feet. The world of business in which she 
excelled even beyond her expectations.

That, too, had its price. A price that Cynthia was not willing to accept. Business successes 
were grand, but she needed her life of submission to pain.

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CHAPTER SEVEN


That insistent need had again lead her to Charlotte Kane and Alexis Rochlin.

She was scared and anxious. There were no two way about it. The hell of the thing was, she
was here on her own accord. She had made the appointment. She had been the one to 
approach them.

Oh yes. Them. Charlotte Kane and Alexis Rochlin where two of the most widely acclaimed 
dominatrix in the business. She had made an appointment with them. She was paying them to
harm her. She knew they would. After all, they had in the past quite frequently. And harsh!

Well, she would be under their control just as soon as she got up the nerve to walk up the 
walkway, the front steps and knock on their door. It had been three years since last she had 
seen them, or been under their control.

Just as she was sure she had changed over the past three years, she was sure they had too.
They were no longer Sisters in her sorority who got their kicks out of blistering buns. It was 
now their professions. A highly successful profession at that. They had each only spent a few 
months in the ordinary world of business before jointly coming to the conclusion that they 
had a commodity to offer.

The highly paid commodity of hurting others for pay. Be they be paid by those doing the 
requesting or by their partners’. Cynthia had heard, via underground newspapers to be sure, 
that Charlotte and Alexis charged outlandish fees to control, train, enslave or whatever one 
wanted to call it.

Husbands paid to have reluctant wives trained to their tastes. Pimps paid to have hookers 
instructed in high paying entertainments for clients. The wealthy paid to have slaves 
indoctrinated in their perverted ideas. And then there were the ones, like Cynthia, who paid 
for what they needed and could not find elsewhere.

Yes, it was all waiting for her just up that sidewalk and through that door. With a final 
shake of her head, Cynthia began the long walk that would take her there. And with each step 
it became easier. After all, she knew exactly what would happen once she entered.

Those feelings would again be pulled from her body.

She pressed her finger against the doorbell and held it there for several seconds. As soon 
as she released it, she heard, “Yes. State your name please.”

The voice came from the other side of the door and as Cynthia looked she could see the 
glass eye of a peep hole and knew that she was being watched.

“Cynthia Snowe. I have an appointment to meet with Charlotte and Alexis.”

“Both!” she heard the voice say and could easily understand the shock she heard in her 
voice. No, Cynthia could not see many people having the nerve to request both Charlotte and 
Alexis. Of course there are few could claim friendship with them. Somehow she doubted that 
Charlotte and Alexis had few that called them friend. No, not in their chosen field of business.

Cynthia saw the light again through the peep hole and knew that the eye had been 
withdrawn. That fact was confirmed a second later as the door opened.

“Won’t you come in? I will take you to the interviewing room.”

Cynthia stepped over the threshold and knew that she had entered a different world. It 
was all there in subtle ways. It wasn’t so much as what she saw, as what she felt. As she 
followed the attractive redhead down a hallway, she could feel herself slipping into that deep, 
dark, threatening, exhilarating world of human submission.

Her body even began to react. Her nipples were suddenly very noticeably hardening. Her 
quim began to ooze and she could feel her juices beginning to dribble over her pussy lips as 
her blood began pumping faster and harder throughout her body. Each step that took her 
forward was a little bit faster than the last as she eagerly hurried toward her destiny.

“Please wait in here. his. Charlotte said to tell you, to make yourself at home. She will be 
about a half an hour or so.”

Cynthia could literally see the redhead looking at her. Trying to understand her. And her 
relationship with Charlotte and Alexis. But Cynthia was not in the mood to enlighten her. No, 
she had other things on her mind, as she tried to understand the comment about making 
herself at home.

As the door closed behind the retreating redhead, Cynthia let her eyes traverse the room 
looking for some kind of clue.

It was a well appointed office. Thick, luscious carpeting, leather furniture, a massive, sturdy 
and well made desk filled most of one wall. Suggestive, but sedate, pictures graced two walls, 
windows filled a third, and a bank of TV screens filled the fourth. A good dozen small ones 
and a huge on in the middle of them to be precise. Again bringing her eyes back to the 
massive desk, she saw it.

The TV controller was lying smack dab in the center of the desk as if in an offering. Cynthia
smiled. She had no problem remembering that both Charlotte and Alexis were avid voyeurs. 
She couldn’t remember all the time that they had silently watched not only her but others 
being put through their paces back at Omega House. Yes, they would be the type to install 
video cameras throughout their new domain. Both for viewing and recording.

Walking around the desk, pulling the impressive chair back, Cynthia, with a smile, sat at the
desk and picked up the controller to study it. It was by no means a standard controller. It was 
easily four times larger than most and was filled with button after button. Fortunately, all were
adequately labeled.

Kicking off her heels, Cynthia pressed Master On and just as she suspected all twelve TV 
screen across the room began to flicker as they warmed up. A second later the big center one 
changed from black to silver as she wiggled in the leather chair. She knew that she was 
suppose to watch while she waited.

A quick study of the controller showed her a button that was labeled Main Screen 
Selection. Assuming that the TVs were numbered in a logical order, Cynthia pressed I and, just
as she thought it would, the scene from the top left TV was projected on the center screen.

It appeared to be a deserted room. A room with scant equipment. But, deciding that it was
well worth the time to investigate, Cynthia used the joy stick and as she suspected the camera 
began to pan the room. Getting used to the joy stick, she jerked the view around the room. It 
was set up to resemble a gym of some sorts. Large padded mats were on the floors and two 
of the walls. Dumbbells. Weights. Exercise bike.

Just about to click to TV 2, she saw a dark shadow over in a corner. Adjusting the joy stick 
and pressing the zoom switch Cynthia pressed her ass into the leather covered seat as she 
finally saw the room’s inhabitant.

She was a little bit of a thing. Looking like your typical gymnast. Short, but a muscle 
packed, bundle. Perky tits stood straight out from her chest. Leg muscles pulled and stretched,
showing each and every muscle from pointed toes to tucked in waist. But Cynthia knew she 
had never before seen a gymnast in quite that position atop a pommel house.

Having her own fond memories of toe clamps from her night of initiation, Cynthia saw why
the gal’s toes were so pointed. Toe clamps were attached to each large toe. Each toe was 
bound to the ends of the pommel horse as she straddled the two handles in the center of the 
horse.

But that wasn’t all she straddled. A huge, massive, quivering dildo rose majestically from 
between the two handles and Cynthia could see it squirming away up her opened snatch. No 
doubt about it, that dildo was doing a grand job of reaming her out as her hands were bound 
overhead to keep her from falling off the pommel horse. A good thing, too. Because the 
quivering dildo was not the only thing moving. The gal was pumping it to beat the band.

No, it was not something you would see on Wide World of Sports, to be sure. But the gal 
sure as hell didn’t look like she was complaining in the least. She was having a ball.

Cynthia pressed 2 and the image changed on center screen.

Brilliant light flooded the screen and she had to adjust the lighting, cutting it by several 
clicks of the button, before she could see what was going on in that room. A huge bed filled 
the center of the room. A nude woman on it surrounded by flood lights, camera equipment, 
microphones and all the trapping of movie making.

Flicking the button marked Volume Cynthia began to hear the words. It took her only a 
few minutes to know what was going on. They were making a movie and the gal on the bed 
was the star of her husband’s masterpiece. He ordered her body in a vast variety of positions 
as she twisted on the bed. A dildo was her co-star as she followed order after order. It was in 
her mouth, her cunt, her ass. Her legs opened, closed, bent and spread.

She squeezed her tits, ran the dildo over them, poked it into them and in her navel on 
command as cameras were held inches from it as it roamed her naked flesh. And if she didn’t 
move fast enough her husband used a crop to urge her on. She had eventually needed ample 
urging as her body was well marked.

Smiling at Charlotte and Alexis’ sideline business of amateur movies, Cynthia clicked the 
button to 3 and again the scene on center TV changed to a room that only could be defined 
as a dungeon.

Chains supporting hanging manacles, some metal others leather hung from ceiling and 
were attached to walls. An impressive collection of whips, canes, switches, crops, gags, clips 
and clamps were on evil display attached to wall hooks. Spreader bars, harnesses and leather 
gear hung on another wall. But panning the joy stick as much as she could Cynthia could not 
see a victim in the room. Impressive and very interesting as it was, she wanted to see 
equipment used not just on display and clicked to 4.

TV 4 was a prison, complete with cells, bare beds that showed stripped coverings, a small 
sink and toilet. Moving the joy stick around the room she counted four cells. Three were 
empty. The fourth was not.

A titanic busted woman was literally bound to the cell door. Arms and legs tied to the 
frame, as were her huge knockers. Yards of rope encircled them, cutting them away from her 
heaving chest. The ends of the ropes were tied to cell bars and pulling them savagely toward 
her sides. But the most intriguing item was the police night stick hanging from her cunt that 
she was humping to beat the band. God, that woman had the cunt control! To be able to not 
only hold that stick in her cunt, but to fuck it too was an amazing feat of lustful muscles.

5 and 6 were empty rooms. Both holding unused movie equipment ready for the next 
home movie. Cynthia concluded Charlotte and Alexis had a booming sideline business and 
she wondered if they were sold privately, or if they went commercial in their ventures. Room 5 
was another dungeon room. TV 6 was a setting that looked like it was outdoors. Obviously 
various settings were provided by the establishment for various wants or needs. She’d have to 
ask about this movie stuff when time permitted.

Room 7 was complete with stage. And what props they used! Whipping posts were sunk 
into the floor boards. And every weapon ever invented to inflict damage on human flesh was 
hanging from loops, hooks and nails on the three side walls of the stage. Panning the camera 
around the room, Cynthia came to the conclusion that the stage was used as intended. Tables 
and chairs faced it. There was even a well stocked bar off to one side. She could easily envision
some luscious bit of female flesh being the star performer as eager customers looked on or 
participated. Yes, room 7 showed ample possibilities.

Unfortunately it was currently empty.

Screen 8 was dedicated to water sports. Enema bags literally hung all over the room, some
of them massive suckers, to be sure. Plastic sheeting covered the floor. Mop and buckets were
tucked away in the corner as was a toilet and bathtub. Intriguing equipment abounded all 
over, most of it designed to elevate or highlight asses. Padded benches, sawhorse type things,
straight backed chairs with attached wrist and ankles straps, and overhead chains to hold 
victims were all over the room. As were butt plugs of various sizes. There were special gags on
a shelve that would hold the most stubborn of mouths open to what was coming their way, 
along with funnels and tubing.

But that room too was empty, except for a naked gal who was cleaning up from the last 
occupant.

She was a stunning gal, compete with nipple and cunt rings, but cleaning up shit and urine
was not stimulating to the watching Cynthia who flicked to the next TV.

Room 9 was far from empty. It held five, count them five, women. Each was chained. Two 
were suspended from overhead chains. Two were chained to wall manacles. All four showed 
recent evidence of being visited by whips. But it was the fifth one that captured Cynthia’s 
attention.

She was in the process of being whipped. By Charlotte.

Cynthia turned up the volume as she used her free hand to delve into her leaking cunt. 
Here was what she had come for. For Charlotte and the control she held not only over her 
body but her mind.

“You can’t fool me, slut,” Charlotte said as she fastened a spreader bar to the gal’s ankles 
and began extending it until her legs were so widely spread she was screaming, “you cunt is 
nothing but a damned swamp. You get hot watching other sluts whipped, don’t you?”

“IIII… ahhh yeesssss.”

“Well, I’ll just fill it up then. How would you like my damned fist up it, slut?”

“IIII… ahhh yeesssss.”

“Yea. But you’re gonna have to pay the price first, aren’t you?”

“Yessssesss ahhhh wwwhhiippp mmmmme. Makee mmeee burmnnn.”

“Oh, I will, bitch. I will.”

Cynthia drove her fingers up her own cunt as Charlotte picked up a whip from the floor 
and began to rapidly whip the bound gal as she begged. Begged to be whipped. Begged to 
have Charlotte’s hand up her slavish slot. And God did Charlotte comply. The whip became a 
blur of stinging black. It struck hard capped tits, quivering ass and drooling snatch. And the 
exact instance that Charlotte jammed her fisted hand up her cunt Cynthia came.

Yes. This was what she came here for. The pain. The humiliation of begging to be hurt. To 
be filled. To be made to squirm and twist and come and come and come. In the professional 
world she was a ball buster and reveled in her drive and success. But it was not complete. She 
needed this too. Needed to be as the gal on the TV screen was. To be bound. To scream in 
painful pleasures that others could only imagine.

Vaguely she heard Charlotte as she talked to the gal she was jamming her fist in and out of
but it didn’t really register. All that truly registered was what she was feeling. And dreaming of 
happening to her once Charlotte finished with the last of the five gals and came to her. Came 
to her and made her compete too.

Then, out of her passion clogged ears, she heard Charlotte. A Charlotte who appeared to 
be taking to her.

“Damn it, Cynthia, if you can hear me flick the button that’s labeled Intercom. I know 
you’re watching. Press the damned button or I’ll make you leave.”

Shaking her head to clear it, Cynthia looked at the controller clutched in her hand and 
desperately sought out that button. Pressing it, she heard a click. “Is that you, Cynthia?”

“Yyeesss ahhh Charlotte it’s me.”

Cynthia saw her turn fully toward the camera and suddenly understood that Charlotte 
could tell that it was focused on her and what she was doing as she smiled at the camera. “Is 
this what you want, Cynthia? To squirm and twist by my command?”

“Yyeess ahh yessss.”

Charlotte’s laugh filled the room Cynthia was in. “I’ll be with you shortly. But while you 
wait, turn to number 12 and watch it carefully. I’ll ask you about it, so study it well. No other 
TV, just 12 until I come. Is that understood?”

“Yesss ahh yes, Charlotte. I’m turning to 12 now.”

“You had better. Watch 12. Oh, and take off all your clothes, too. I want you totally 
available when I arrive. And if you can get what’s in the top drawer of the desk up your cunt 
before I get there, I’ll be very pleased. Now, turn to 12 and prepare yourself for me.”

“Yesss ahh Charlotte.”

Cynthia flicked to 12 and stood up in preparation of disrobing. But what she saw almost 
made her stop.

Screen 12 was totally different than all the others. It was for male dominance. And it was 
occupied with a man and with Alexis. As nervous fingers began the task of removing her 
clothing, Cynthia’s eyes bugged out in amazement.

Of course she knew that there were men who when in for female dominance too. But this 
was the first factual evidence she had ever seen.

The room was similar to others she had viewed but there was one distinct difference. The 
equipment was designed to be used on men, not women. Instead of implements to torture 
breasts, there were cock rings, ball rings, cock and ball devices galore. Whips and whatnot still 
were available, after all a whip didn’t know if it struck male or female bodies.

The man, an attractive man at that, was tied to an X frame. Hands up and legs spread. 
Cynthia knew that if she were in his place she’d be hotter than hell. But he wasn’t. No. His 
flaccid cock was testimony to that. It wasn’t even partially hard, but hung limply between his 
legs as Alexis stood beside him, whip in hand. And as Cynthia toss the last of her clothing to 
the floor she began to listen to what the man and Alexis were saying.

“It isn’t working,” came from the man.

“Well, we haven’t given it much of a try. How about a taste of the whip? Just to be fair.”

“I… okay. But I don’t think this is really what I’m looking for.”

Opening the drawer and pulling out a gargantuan dildo, Cynthia squirmed herself on top 
of the desk and started shoving it up her snatch as she watched and listened to the man and 
Alexis. As the head wedged its way up her leaking track Cynthia came to a startling 
conclusion.

The man was here as an experiment. It was his very first encounter with receiving pain for 
pleasure. And was not producing the desired effects.

Alexis was indeed whipping him with the whip. Not hard, more like tickling him with it. But 
even that mild, it was obvious to her and to Alexis, too, that it encouraged not one once of 
blood to fill his still lagging cock. She flicked it gently back and forth across his lagging 
member, across his male nipples, it caressed his inner legs and belly.

“Care to try a harder one?”

“I ahh don’t think it will do any good. Receiving pain just doesn’t seem to be my thing.”

“How about a hard one, just to test your theory?”

“I ahha, sure give it a try.”

As Cynthia drove a good eight inches of the fat dildo up her cunt, Alexis brought her hand
and arm back. A second later the magnificent sound of leather striking flesh filled the room 
along with the a groan from the man as the whip laid red lines across his male nipples.

Both Cynthia and Alexis looked at his still hanging member with disappointment. Three 
more times the whip landed and still his cock showed no evidence of rising.

The same could not be said for Cynthia’s cunt. It was fast approaching a massive climax by 
just watching Alexis wield the whip. Cynthia was sure that the sound alone could have made 
her come. And as she jammed the last three inches in her cunt and came, she came to a 
startling conclusion.

It was the sound, and the dildo, that had made her come so violently. Not the man. For 
some perverted reason known only to her subconscious she was not stimulated by seeing a 
man submit to and receive pain. Only women. Not men.

But that thought was totally erased when she suddenly felt hands on her pleading tits.

Charlotte had arrived and just her touch had made Cynthia come even harder as she 
jammed the dildo up her sucking cunt and offered her tits, or whatever else Charlotte wanted.

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CHAPTER EIGHT


“What do you think of him,” Charlotte asked as she dug her fingers into Cynthia’s yielding 
breasts as her eyes went to the center screen in front of them.

“Him… ahh what do… ahh… you mean… him?”

“The man with Alexis. Do you find him attractive? Or do you envision someone larger 
being your husband?”

“Husband?”

“Yes, husband,” Charlotte responded as she pressed both hands into Cynthia’s tits and got 
a good hold on each nipple. And began to pull them. Stretching them away from her chest 
wall as Cynthia continued to pound away with the dildo up her sucking and spasming cunt.

“Www why do you say husband? Who is he?”

“Ever heard of Bryan Austin. The self-made millionaire of the financial world?”

“Bryan Austin? That is Bryan Austin?” That fact so surprised her that she stopped moving 
the dildo. A fact that Charlotte was quick to remedy.

Standing behind Cynthia she pressed her tits into her chest as her fingers curled into the 
upper fullness and her nails began to cut into flesh. “Get that dildo moving again and don’t 
stop until I tell you to.”

As two nails popped into her flesh Cynthia again divided her attention between Charlotte, 
the TV screen and her snatch. All of which were driving her over the brink again and again.

“Bryan called us some two weeks ago with an unusual request. A request that we try to 
train him in either the reception or administration of pain. It seems that his sex life is flagging 
with all the strains of making millions and he is looking for a new avenue to stimulate his few 
free hours.” Charlotte knew Cynthia. Knew her well and used that knowledge as she kept her 
on and just over the brink of sexual climaxes as she continued to relate her story of Bryan 
Austin.

“He said that he had tried numerous sexual scenes over the past year or so, trying to find 
the one that was magically for him. He admitted to homosexual attempts that left him as soft 
as he is now. Masturbation never thrilled him. He tried group sex and had one climax but 
stated it was too much trouble and he really didn’t like it. Too much chance for contracting an 
antisocial disease and he didn’t want to take the chance of others discovering who he was an 
blackmailing him.”

“So, the long and short of it was, he contacted us to see if pain might be his bag. But even 
as skilled as Alexis is, you can see that the acceptance of pain is not for him. I’ve never seen 
such a limp cock in my life. But he did say that the thought of pain was stimulating to him. 
And when you called we planned for you two to be here at the same time so he can get a 
good look at what it’s like for a woman to accept pain.”

“You are the perfect example, Cynthia. Even in our years here Alexis and I have never found
another one like you. Oh, sure we have our share of submissives around here, but none 
compare with you. Bryan has offered us a hundred thousand dollars if we can find his secrete 
desires in sex. And you, my dear, will be our final trump card.”

“Mmmeee ahhh why meee?”

“Because, my dear, you are the best the world has to offer in accepting pain. There is 
nothing you won’t do. And after seeing you go through your paces Bryan will know if 
administering pain is his bag. If it is, then we will introduce you two properly and collect our 
reward of the hundred thousand. Who knows, you two could become attracted to each other 
and it will all be because of us.”

“Can’t you just picture yourself being brought here every week so Bryan can use your pain 
loving body to its fullest? And think of the fees we can charge him to do that. And then there 
is the possibility that pain is not his bag at all and we lose the money. But we’ll still have you, 
won’t we, Cynthia?”

It was kind of thrilling to think about, she had to admit that. What would it be like to have 
a man harm her instead of a woman? She always knew that some time in the future she would
want a man, if for no other reason than children which she wanted desperately. Could Bryan 
Austin, the millionaire, be that man? She didn’t know and at the moment didn’t really care. 
Charlotte’s hands and the dildo were more than she could contemplate.

“I’ll ahhh I want to serve you.”

“And you shall, Cynthia. You shall. But we will also let Bryan do his experimenting, too. Roll 
over and get your mouth where it will do the most good.”

Cynthia didn’t need that order explained at all. It had been anticipated and avidly looked 
forward to since she had made her original phone call. Rolling over on top of the desk, 
keeping the dildo working away in her drooling snatch, she brought her mouth to Charlotte’s 
equally drooling snatch and dug in.

It had been three years since her mouth had tasted Charlotte but she had not forgotten it 
at all. It was still as fragrant and tasty as she remembered. She knew that Charlotte got hotter 
than hell when whipping squirming females and she had just come from doing it to five of 
them. She eagerly licked up the results.

No, she had not forgotten Charlotte Kane. Bringing her knees under her, as her hand 
continuing to pump the dildo in her snatch, Cynthia raised her ass in the air. A year spent with 
her was enough for her to know that Charlotte loved to whip ass as she was sucked off. The 
crack of the crop against her raised ass confirmed that her tastes had not altered in the 
passing three years.

Opening her mouth to accept the sudden discharge of female goo that she knew was 
coming her way, Cynthia drove her mouth into Charlotte’s cunt and sucked away as her own 
cunt did its version of sucking the massive dildo up hers and her ass accepted crop stroke 
after crop stroke on her begging ass.

Neither even slowed down when they came. They knew it was just the beginning. By the 
time Charlotte had come three times Cynthia’s ass was more than warm, it was good and 
blistered but it remained in the air to accept its due reward until Charlotte pulled away after 
her fourth climax.

Sitting in the chair Charlotte wiped her forehead as she gazed at Cynthia on top of the 
desk. Ass up, hand still pumping the dildo that would tear most women, up her red cunt, 
Charlotte knew that she was watching a true devotee. She could not remember all the times 
she had whipped that ass, but it had been thousands. She had driven untold needles into her. 
Burnt her. Stuffed her beyond most people’s limits. And never, not once, had she ever heard 
Cynthia beg for it to stop.

One time she had driven needles up her ass cheeks and then paddled it. Cynthia had just 
climaxed with each blow. She had dripped hot wax all over her, stuffed the still burning candle
up her cunt and the ex-Divine had actually asked for more. She had stretched her tits a foot, 
compressed them to an inch, folded them in half and there they were right in front of her still 
nipple hard and aroused and waiting for more abuse to be administered to them.

The last night she had been with Cynthia she had actually sewed her pussy shut with 
needle and thread. Sewed it around a dildo as big as her hand up her cunt and still she had 
climaxed. No, she didn’t think there was another woman like Cynthia in the world. If torturing 
her body did not make Bryan Austin’s cock rise to the occasion, nothing would in the realm of 
pain.

Raising her eyes to the TV screen Charlotte saw that room 12 was now empty. She had 
watched it periodically and knew that the very talented Alexis had not gotten a rise out of his 
cock by giving him pain. It was now up to her, Alexis and Cynthia to see if it would grow if he 
did the administrating.

She heard the door open behind her and knew that Alexis and Bryan had entered. She was
vastly encouraged when she heard his, “Oh, my God,” as the door clicked shut and she turned 
to look at them.

*

Bryan Austin had been truthful when he told Charlotte and Alexis of his sexual problems. It
was getting more and more difficult to get a rise out of his cock. At first he had thought it was
just the pressures of a building empire. It did take vast amounts of time and energy. But even 
when he had a day or so free it was no better.

He had had the most gorgeous females that his money could buy. True, he had been able 
to perform adequately, but something was definitely missing and he began to search out what
it was. Nothing had worked. His doctors had assured him that nothing physical was wrong, 
other than stress, and he looked some more.

This was his final desperate hope. His night with a couple of the world’s best acclaimed 
dominatrix. He had had an inkling of an idea in the back of his mind for years but this was the 
very first time he had acted upon it. At odd times while humping away at some cunt he had 
visions of them being in pain and it was when those thought flashed through his mind that he
came the best. But he had fought his deeper desires until he could fight them no longer. Thus 
this night.

But to be fair he had to try both sides because deep down he knew that he didn’t want a 
slave as such. He wanted a submissive, true. But not a slave. Each flash that he could 
remember after climaxing was of a willing woman, not a forced woman. And he truly didn’t 
think such a woman existed.

Oh, sure, he knew that women would accept pain for a price but that wasn’t what he 
wanted. He wanted them to accept pain because it is what they wanted. What they needed. 
And that was the crux of his deep seeded problem. No such woman existed.

At least he didn’t think so until he entered the room he was standing in and seeing what 
he was seeing.

A woman, a gorgeous woman, was on top of a desk. She was totally unrestricted and in 
obvious ecstasy as she drove the biggest dildo he had ever seen up her sucking pussy. He 
could actually hear it sucking. But that wasn’t all. Her ass was covered with what could only be 
whip marks and Charlotte, who he had met earlier, was holding a vicious whip in her hand as 
she stared at him. He knew that the woman had been whipped with that whip, knew that she 
had wanted it, too. Hell, her ass was still waving in the air to accept even more.

Too stunted to say anything, Bryan watched as Charlotte used the end of the whip to raise 
the woman’s face from the desktop. “Cynthia, this is Bryan and of course you know Alexis. The 
three of us are going to make you very, very happy.”

Bryan watched Cynthia look at him and it was patently obvious that lust filled her eyes as 
not for a second did she stop twisting the dildo up her pussy that was facing him as she 
turned her head to the side to see him. She smiled and said, “Alexis, itt’s a pleasure to see… 
aahh… you again.”

“And how are you Cynthia? Or need I ask?”

“I… mmmm… ahh… greattt.”

“So I see. This is Bryan.”

“Hi ahh Bryan, nice to meet youuu tooo.”

“Remove the dildo, Cynthia,” came from Charlotte as she watched Bryan’s reactions.

“Aahh… doo I have tooo?”

“You do. Remove it. Now!”

Even the shocked Bryan knew that Cynthia removed the dildo from her body only because 
she was told to. She obviously wanted it to remain, but remove it she did as it laid quivering 
on top of the desk. But he paid it scant attention. No, his full attention was directed at her still 
convulsing cunt. Never had he actually seen a pussy coming, but he knew that was what he 
was seeing.

And that amazing thought made his cock start to grow for the first time that night.

“Ah, I see we have your interest,” Charlotte said as she finally stood up and he could see 
that she was naked from the waist down. He could also see that she, too, had recently 
climaxed and didn’t have to think much on how it came about. Not with Cynthia’s face still 
wet.

“Our little Divine seems to be working her magic on you, too.”

“Divine?”

“Just a name we use for Cynthia,” she said, but he knew that it was more than a name by 
just the way she said it. But that puzzle could be solved later.

“Get off the desk, Cynthia, and present yourself to Bryan. It looks like he has something for
you,” Charlotte said as she lowered her head in a overt manner to look at his still rising cock.

Bryan didn’t mind her look at all. After all, it was his requests that were being acted upon. 
Every well acted upon as he kept his eyes on the approaching Cynthia. Eyes that finally saw 
the marks no her breasts. Marks that looked suspiciously like they had been squeezed and cut
with fingers and nails. Plus the fact that he was now sure. Cynthia did have a bare pussy. There
wasn’t a hair on it.

It had taken Cynthia a while to gather her straying thoughts, but she had managed. 
Stepping off the desk she had really looked at Bryan for the first time since she had seen him 
on the TV screen. She had to smile. He sure wasn’t having troubles with his cock any more. It 
was almost full-fledged.

Thinking that he wanted her to kneel before him, she began to lower herself to her knees, 
but that was stopped by his hand on her hers and his words.

“No. I don’t want a slave. You don’t have to knee to me. Unless you want to.”

Cynthia did not consider herself a slave. She never had. But that didn’t stop her from 
retaining his hand and kneeling in front of him.

“I am not a slave. I actively seek out and demand what I want, Bryan. Very actively.”

“And what is that you want?”

“Right now, I want you. Think you can make me happy?”

“I… I don’t know. What does it take to make you happy, Cynthia?”

“Pain. And possibly,” reaching out to take his now full cock in her hands, “this. But the pain
is more important. I can always find substitutes for this, even if it is a nice one.”

“What kind of pain do you want?”

“All kinds. Why don’t we do some experimenting and see what I’m in the mood for 
tonight? Sound interesting? Of course, Charlotte and Alexis will join us, too.”

“And why is that?”

“Because I know they won’t fail me even if you do.”

“Okay. And where should we go?”

Turning to Charlotte, Cynthia asked, “Charlotte, you know me and are learning about 
Bryan, why don’t you do the selecting?”

“My pleasure. Please follow me.”

*

“Yes!” came from Cynthia as she stepped through the door and saw the room Charlotte 
had selected. One of the dungeon rooms, complete with ample implements to cater to her 
bodily wants.

Bryan had been shown this room earlier in the day and he had actually cringed when he 
saw some of the items on display. But not so Cynthia. She actually gave several pieces loving 
caresses as she slowly walked around the room. They not only didn’t scare the shit out of her, 
they stimulated her. That fact being attested to by her hardening nipples and the fact that she 
rubbed her leaking pussy several times smearing her juices on her puffy mound.

“Where do we start,” she asked as she twirled around in the center of the room and looked
at her three companions.

“How about we start with the basics,” Alexis asked as she took leather bands off a shelf 
and tossed them to Cynthia.

Bryan watched in amazement as Cynthia caught them and seconds later began attaching 
them to her body. She first placed bands on her wrists, tightening them very tight, they did 
the same to her ankles. He knew she wasn’t acting either, she was doing it because she truly 
wanted to get started, as she had so hopefully stated.

And damn, if he didn’t want to join her. And not only for himself. But for her.

“How about a whipping to get things going?” he asked as he took one from the abundant 
supply and walked up to Cynthia who still stood in the center of the room.

“Great. But bondage first, okay?”

“Sure. Any particular location?”

“Back and ass first.”

Charlotte and Alexis became silent assistants of the unfolding drama that had vast 
implications for all involved. They also had the most knowledge of what Cynthia liked.

Taking a leather hood off the shelf Alexis quickly approached the impatient Cynthia, and 
with her assistance they got it in place. It took a bit of struggling but when finished the hood 
encased Cynthia’s head, no hair was showing or hanging down her back, leaving it totally 
available for the forthcoming whipping, and framing her face.

“I’m sure there is a reason for this, isn’t there,” Cynthia asked as she hooked her finger 
through the metal ring that hung down below her neck.

“Just be patient,” Charlotte told her as she took her wrists and clipped her bands to 
overhead chains. “Enjoy each step. After all, it is Bryan’s first time. Let him have his fun too.”

Cynthia just nodded her head and allowed herself to be placed in the chains. She knew 
that she wouldn’t be neglected with Charlotte and Alexis around. No, not at all. And Bryan was
showing promise too, even if he was a bit slow on the uptake.

When Charlotte and Alexis stood back Cynthia turned around, presented her back and ass 
to Bryan and his whip and spread her legs. Looking back over her shoulder, she smiled at him.

He smiled back at her.

And brought the whip back for its first of many trips to her presented body.

Earlier when Alexis had been whipping him Bryan had liked the sound of leather striking 
flesh, even if it was his. But to whip Cynthia was an entirely different matter. It was exhilarating,
fascinating and intoxicating as hell. Not to mention arousing.

The steady cracking sound filled the small chamber, but that wasn’t all that filled it. 
Cynthia’s moans, groans and pleading words did too. And those were what excited him 
beyond anything. She honest to goodness liked to be whipped. Hell, she loved it and so did 
he. Too much.

Never had he been stimulated so much and so fast and he couldn’t take it. Dropping the 
whip on the floor he grabbed Cynthia’s hips and slid his raging cock up her well lubricated 
track thinking to fill her leaking pussy. But as Cynthia had earlier informed him, she made her 
own demands known.

“Fffucckkkkkkkk mmy whippeeeddd asssssssss.”

What could he do?

He complied.

Gallantly.

Voluntarily.

And ardently.

But even that did not satisfy Cynthia when aroused as she was. She wanted more and 
again told him of her desires. “Ppppplay with myy tiittssss ahhh hurttt themmm toooo ahhh 
annnd don’t forget myyy pussssyy ahhhh.”

Bryan again eagerly did as requested. Sinking one hand into her hard capped mounds he 
dug the other into her oily, bare snatch as much as he could and still fuck her extremely 
talented ass. The heat he had whipped into her ass and back pressed into him and he loved 
the sensation.

But it was destined not to last.

It was all too much for him to control and he was coming. God, oh God, how he was 
coming. Never had he come so hard, or so fast. He didn’t want it to end. But as it must, it did 
as he slowly ground to a halt.

But Cynthia was far from satisfied. It had been too long since she had left Omega House. 
She not only wanted more, she needed it. And she knew where to find what she needed.

“Chhhharlotte, Alexisss!”

They were quick to comply. Then knew that Bryan was new to administering pain and set 
out to show him some interesting things that he could make use of in the future.

Sliding a narrow bench between Cynthia’s legs they positioned it carefully. The two long 
dildos directly beneath her two openings. Readjusting her arms so they were more behind her
than above her, they began pressing on Cynthia’s shoulders until she got the idea herself. 
Bent over by her arms behind her, Cynthia saw the dildos pointing toward her crotch and 
willingly opened herself to be impaled upon them until she was truly stuffed by their girth and
length as Bryan eagerly watched the three work together in harmony.

“Still into multiple areas simultaneously stimulated,” Charlotte asked Cynthia as she finally 
became totally coherent again and look up at her. “YYyyesssssssa ahhh pleassseeee.”

“Pussy and tits?”

“YYyyesssssssa ahhh pleassseeee.”

“How about piercing, pinching, and folding being combined to show Bryan your 
potentials?”

“YYyyesssssssa ahhh pleassseeee. Dooo ittt.” This is what she came here for. Not a few 
minutes and all was over. But hours and hours of having her cravings attended to. Fucking 
was great, but it did not compare with the her reactions to being harmed. Again and again. 
Over and over until she could stand no more. And Charlotte and Alexis were the best.

Bryan showed potential, but they were proven pros in that department as she saw Alexis 
come to her with the weirdest contraption she had ever seen. It was two parts connected with 
strings.

One part looked something like a weird saw blade without any kind of handle. Sharp, long 
teeth gleamed in the light and she knew that each and every one of those teeth where 
capable of piercing her flesh.

A chill of dread/anticipation flooded her as Alexis placed the saw teeth against the tops of 
her tits and pressed into them as Charlotte took charge of the other part that was basically a 
toothed clamp and directed it toward her pussy.

Bright chrome gleamed in the light as the two sides of the clamp pressed into her pussy 
lips. And pressed and pressed until her clit popped right out of its fleshy hood and stood up 
proud in the center of the opposing sides of the clamp as she bent over to accommodate it 
being fastened to her shuttering body.

The teeth dug into her breasts as the teeth of the clamp did the same to her pussy and clit.
All connected with the attached strings. But they were not finished just yet as she felt 
Charlotte slide a funny V shaped bar through the ring at the base of her neck. But it wasn’t a 
true V. The ends were hooked and pointed and judging by the placement of the bar Cynthia 
and Bryan could guess it purpose.

“Bend over as much as you can and we’ll pierce your nipples to hold this all in place.”

All doubts vanish with Charlotte’s words as Bryan watched with unbelieving eyes as 
Cynthia did as ordered. Alexis, holding the saw-like blade against Cynthia’s breasts and 
pressing into them with one hand, used the other to raise her nipples, one at a time, as 
Charlotte pierced them with the hooked ends of the bar connected to her neck.

Then they stood back.

Bryan stared at Cynthia. Stared at her pierced nipples. Nipples that made her breasts fold 
in half cut into by the teeth piercing them. And the clamp pinching the hell out of her pussy 
and clit. All held together by the attached strings. And then there were the two long ago 
inserted dildos up her openings and her bound arms behind her back.

“It is the perfect climaxing system for you, Cynthia. All you have to do is straighten up and 
pull on all the parts and your arms. Show us, Cynthia. Show us how you can make yourself 
come.”

Charlotte and Alexis smiled as they watched Cynthia do as suggested. The teeth of the bar 
cut into the tops of her breasts. The hooks in her nipples pulled them and the added stress on
the strings caused the pussy clamp to squeeze even more. And she came.

There was no doubt about it. Her exposed clit was obvious for all to see.

Bryan couldn’t believe it. He saw it, but he didn’t believe it. Nor did he believe it when 
Cynthia screamed out, “WWwwhhipppp mmmmmeeeeeeeeeeeee.”

He didn’t think, he just reacted.

Bending down and picking up a crop at his feet, Bryan tapped the end to her pierced left 
nipple. Then her right one. Then a pat to her exposed and twitching clit as Cynthia arched her 
body forward pulling on points of contact.

WWwwhhipppp mmmmmeeeeeeeeeeeee.”

“Where?” came from his constricted throat as he touch each spot again with the end of 
the flared crop head.

“YYYessssaaaahhh therrreee.”

“Where? Nipples?”

“Yyyeesssss.”

“What about your clit?”

“Yyyeesssss.

“Stand up and offer them to me and I will.”

All three of them heard the dildos pop out of Cynthia’s body as she stood on shaky legs, 
arms back and her back arched so that tits and pussy were pushed forward for Bryan as her 
breasts folded in half and the pussy clamp dug into her even deeper.

Bryan by no means used his entire strength, but he didn’t tickle her either, as her nipples 
and clit accepted each and every one of his offerings as her eyes remained glued to his fully 
engorged cock. It twitched, just like her clit, with each stroke of the flared crop to her pierced 
and clamped body.

Again it was too much for Bryan to control. With a swipe of his hand he knocked the 
dildos off the bench and laid down on it as he kept a steady beat of the crop to her pierced 
nipples. He was no more than in position than Cynthia’s clamped pussy was swallowing his 
cock.

He thought he would come the first time her bare cunt pressed into the hair covered base 
of his cock. But again Cynthia had something else in mind. “Ffucckkk meeeeee ahhhh don’t 
youuuu dare commmme yettttttttt. Ffucckkk meeeeee anddddah whippppp mee.”

Gaining some control over his shattering mind and body Bryan did as ordered. He drove 
his cock up her sucking, clamped cunt as he rotated the crop to her three points. Right nipple.
Left nipple. And climaxing clit. Over and over again the crop made the circuit until Cynthia 
screamed out, “Nnowwww ahhh filllll mmmmeee noooowwwwwww.”

Bryan complied.

Charlotte and Alexis smiled as they buried their hands up their own spasming cunts.

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THE END
