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The Initiation

By Tyjord

Andrea shifted slightly on the sofa as her brother stormed through the door.Her eyes darted back and forth from the pages of the book she was reading tothe out of breath boy. "Rough Friday, freshman?"

"What?" Aaron asked, startled by the question. He had not seen his sistersitting there when he walked in. Quickly, the boy stripped off his lightweightjacket, throwing it over a nearby chair, and began to ascend the staircaseleading to the top floor of the house.

"Well," Andrea said, "you seem distracted and more than just a bit frantic.Did you have a problem at school?" She couldn't help but notice the white knuckledgrip he had on his backpack.

"No," Aaron replied, stopping on the small landing separating the two flightsof stairs. "I just have some homework I want to get done."

"That's awfully studious of you, especially on a Friday afternoon." Andreaput her book down beside her, stood up, and walked to the base of the stairs. "Listenlittle brother, I know how difficult being a freshman in college can be. Iwas in your shoes two years ago. I can relate to the stress you're under, especiallynow that you've decided to pledge with Beta Alpha Delta."

"Nothing happened," the boy replied unconvincingly as he turned to continueup the stairs.

Andrea let him get halfway to the top before she continued. "Wait a minute,pledge," she said, her voice stern and demanding. Her brother froze in histracks. He had been dreading this day since he announced his intentions tojoin the BAD fraternity. "I have not finished speaking, nor did I dismiss you.Your attitude leaves much to be desired pledge boy."

Aaron released his hold on his backpack, tossing it the rest of the way tothe top of the stairs, then turned and walked back down to the landing. "I'msorry," he said, slightly annoyed that his sister had decided to finally useher authority.

"Now that doesn't sound very respectful, does it? Why don't you try thatagain."

Aaron shuffled on the landing. "I'm sorry, Ma'am."

Andrea smiled sweetly at her brother. "That's better. You know, Aaron, justbecause I'm your sister does not mean that I'm going to allow you to shirkyour responsibilities as a pledge. You will treat me with the respect due toevery Delta Omicron Mu sister. I've been easy on you so far, but you knew therisks joining up with a fraternity house that was linked to the sorority thatboth your sister and girlfriend belong to. Now, what's your big hurry?"

"I have to get ready. I'm going out tonight."

"You're not working tonight?"

"No, Ma'am," the boy replied, hoping a continued show of respect would endthis interrogation quicker.

"So the checkout stand at the supermarket can survive without you on a Fridaynight," she said with a smirk.

"I guess so."

"Where are you going tonight?"

"Just out." He knew he had said the wrong thing as soon as the words cameout of his mouth. He could see the anger building on his sister's face.

"I can not believe you would have the balls to answer me that way Aaron.It's bad enough mom and dad are gone for the weekend, leaving me responsiblefor you…"

"I'm not a child, and you're not my babysitter," Aaron shouted at her, momentarilyforgetting everything except his blood relation to the girl in front of him.

"Do not dare interrupt me or raise your voice again pledge, or I'll haveyou dropped from the frat," she said matter of factly as her brother bit hislip in an attempt to contain the argument and salvage his hopes. "I am responsiblefor you, and here you stand lying to me. Do you not realize I'm going to beat the mixer? Did you think there was a possibility that Kristen had calledlooking for you right before you got home? Your girlfriend told me that youmanaged to talk your way into tonight's party."

Aaron just looked down at the floor, wanting this to end. "I'm sorry, Ma'am."

"You know, you weren't invited to the party out of respect for Kristen andme. A fraternity sorority mixer during hell week is not a pleasant place tobe for a pledge."

"I just thought it would be impossible to get accepted if I didn't go." Hecould feel himself opening up after her revelation, guilt rising in him overlying to her now that he knew the facts surrounding his omission from the party. "Theydidn't tell me."

"Of course they didn't tell you. Number one, you're a pledge and don't havea right to any information, number two there were others not invited, and numberthree, did you want it to look like favoritism?"

"I'm sorry, I didn't know."

"Kristen told me you spoke with your pledge master and he agreed to let youcome if you 'dressed appropriately'. I take it that's the homework you plannedon doing?"

"Yes, Ma'am"

"Well, you better get to it. Kristen will be here in about a half hour topick you up." Andrea waved him off, a sign he took as dismissal and he startedup the stairs again.

"Oh, and Aaron," Andrea said as he turned to face her once again, "I hopeyou haven't bitten off more than you can chew. Neither Kristen or I will beable to protect you at the party."

"I know," he replied as he continued up the steps, sounding a lot more worriedthan he had when the conversation started. Andrea just smiled to herself andwent back to her book.

Aaron stood in front of the full-length mirror hanging from his closet door,staring at his reflection in disbelief. "Jock strap my ass," he mumbled tohimself as he attempted to adjust the only garment he was wearing to a morecomfortable position. He pulled up the waistband of the skimpy black thong,idly amused by his hushed comment as the T-back strap wedged tighter betweenhis butt cheeks. Mark, his pledge master had given him his "uniform' to beworn at the party. The nearly microscopic thong had been described as a jockstrapby mark, and Aaron had not seen it prior to opening his backpack and pullingout the wad of clothing Mark had stuffed within. Realistically, the boy hadlittle to complain about. His high school years had been full of sports activities,leaving him with a well-toned body. His subconscious knew he looked good inthe thong, but his conscious mind, used to wearing baggy boxer shorts, tighterboxer briefs on rare occasions, rebelled against the thought of wearing thegarment for any length of time. Plus, the fact that it resembled underwearhis girlfriend wore, as well as things he had spied in his sister's laundrypile, gave him a chill.

Sighing deeply, Aaron picked up the next item of clothing given to him. Itwas mass of folded white cloth. Not being completely ignorant to the ways offraternities, Aaron knew a toga when he saw one. He began unfolding the garmentand attempted to squirm into it. Mark had said it would take some time to getused to putting his uniform on, but the complexity of the process frustratedhim more than he would have imagined. As he struggled, he wished he could puton more clothes under the toga. The loose folds felt odd against his nakedskin and he felt even more exposed imagining his black thong visible underthe white cloth. Aaron managed to get the toga on. He knew the folds were wrong,but had no clue how to adjust it. He was growing more and more uncomfortablewith the thought of leaving his house dressed like this, knowing that he wouldhave no access to other clothes. An emotion filled, spur of the moment, decisionnot to go to the party was reached, and the boy began pulling off the toga,once again getting tangled up in its myriad folds. He had just managed to getthe garment over his head, his arms above, pulling at the material coveringhis face, when he heard his door open. Aaron froze in place, offering a completelyunobstructed view of his nearly naked body to his sister. Aaron's entire bodyblushed red in embarrassment even as he cursed himself for not locking hisbedroom door.

"Wow, nice underwear, hotshot," Andrea said as her brother attempted to gethis arms down and cover himself. She smiled as he succeeded in only twistingthe toga further around his face and head. "What's going on in here? It's takingan awfully long time for you to get ready. Did you need some help?"

"No thanks," he said, voice muffled through the layers of cloth, "I've gotit."

Andrea walked over anyway and helped him pull the garment over his head andcompletely off his body. The humiliation of being seen exposed like this byhis sister made the boy frantic. He looked around for the closest article ofclothing he could grab, but realized that Andrea was standing between him andall of his clothes. He momentarily toyed with the idea of grabbing up the togaonce again, but realized he would just look even more ridiculous trying toput it back on.

Andrea smiled sweetly, basking in her brother's total embarrassment. "HadI known about your fondness for skimpy skivvies, it would have made my holidayshopping for you much easier."

"Very funny," Aaron said, attempting to keep his gaze directed at the floorbetween his feet and his sister's. "They're not mine."

"Really? Are they Kristen's? Because that would be even more interesting."

Aaron's gaze shot up in anger. "God Andrea, that's sick. I don't wear women'sclothes!"

Andrea held his gaze for several seconds. "You did not just yell at me again."

"I'm sorry, Ma'am."

Andrea put her hands on her hips and sighed. "C'mon Aaron, this is ridiculous.You can't even take a little ribbing from your sister. How are you going togo to a party filled with people who are just waiting to embarrass you? Doyou really think that stupid toga is meant to stay on all night? Sometimesyou are such a child."

"It doesn't matter," the boy replied sheepishly.

"What doesn't matter?"

Aaron looked up at her again. "Any of it. I've decided not to go."

"So you're going to give up on getting into the frat totally?"

"I'll talk to Mark, try to make an excuse. Maybe he'll let me slide. I justcan't go dressed like this."

"I'll tell you what, "Andrea said after a moments thought, "I'll talk toMark and see what I can do to smooth over the situation."

Aaron's eyes lit up. "Really? You'd do that for me?"

"Yeah, little brother, I'll try for you. No promises though. Frat rules arepretty strict. Now, go out into the hall and wait while I call Mark."

"Uh, can I put some clothes on?"

"No," Andrea said as she guided him out into the hall, closing the door tohis room.

Aaron fidgeted uncomfortably outside the door to his room. It was bad enoughbeing in his own room dressed like this, but standing in the open was ten timesworse. He hoped his parents didn't have a change of heart and cancel theirweekend plans. His nervousness was eased somewhat by the relief of having hissister help him out. She was an important member of DOM and he knew her wordswould carry some weight with his pledge master. He could hear talking frominside his room, but could not make out any words. He was sure he heard twoseparate conversations though, and wondered who else Andrea was speaking to.Aaron had also noticed that during his time trying to master the art of puttingon a toga, Andrea had apparently changed for the party. Normally conservativein her manner of dress, Andrea had chosen a bold look. Although occupied withhis embarrassment, Aaron had not failed to notice his sister's knee-lengthblack leather boots. The four-inch high pointed heels had been hard to missas the boy had gazed at the floor. Her tiny shorts, black as well, barely coveredher buttocks. Aaron could not recall ever seeing his sister dress so provocatively.

Lost in thought, the boy jumped when the front doorbell rang. Fearing thathis parents had decided to come home, he looked around desperately for somethingto cover himself with. His realization that they would not be ringing the doorbellonly slightly alleviated his panic. The doorbell rang again; followed by Andrea'svoice coming from inside his room, "answer the door Aaron." The boy startedto sweat as he ran quickly down the stairs. He glanced out the peephole andsaw his girlfriend standing on the porch, her foot tapping in mild annoyance.

"Open up Aaron, I know you're in there."

Knowing he was trapped, Aaron closed his eyes, trying to prepare himselffor a new level of humiliation, and opened the door. He had briefly thoughtabout grabbing the jacket he had left downstairs, but thought better of itas it was nowhere near long enough to reach the waistband of his thong, letalone provide any coverage.

"Hiya stud," Kristen said as Aaron stood exposed in front of her, "you lookhot tonight."

The boy backed quickly away from the open door, fearing a passerby wouldcatch a glimpse of him. He watched gratefully as Kristen closed the door behindher. She was dressed as provocatively as his sister, wearing high, pointy heeledshoes, a tight one piece gray dress that hung down to behind her knees in back,and just barely came to the tops of her thighs in front, revealing her matchingmesh stockings. He was glad when she spoke, allowing his attention to deviatefrom the exciting site before him. "So," she said, a sly grin on her face, "whendid you start shopping at Victoria's Secret?"

"Ha, ha," Aaron replied, trying to maneuver behind the couch.

"Stop being so sensitive and come out from there. You have to toughen upif you're going to continue pledging BAD." Kristen motioned for her boyfriendto step out into the open.

Aaron sighed and went to stand before his girlfriend. He knew he was blushing,but gave up trying to hide himself from view. Despite the fact that this washis girlfriend of almost a year, and the fact that they had seen each otherunclothed before, the reality of standing, nearly naked, before a fully clothedwoman caused him to feel things he could not quite put into words. He shiveredinvoluntarily before her gaze.

"Cold baby? That's probably a good thing. Doesn't look like there would bemuch room in your panties if you got all worked up."

"They're not panties, it's a special jock strap," he said, barely managingto contain his emotions, remembering just in time to not argue or fight witha DOM sister.

"Uh-huh," Kristen replied with a smirk, "I bet that's what Mark told youwhen he invited you to the party." She tussled his hair good naturedly, asone would a pet, and motioned for him to precede her up the stairs. "SometimesAaron, you can be so gullible. But then again, it's one of your most endearingqualities. One of many I see."

Aaron took the stairs self consciously, knowing that his girlfriends lastcomment was directed at the exposed state of his rear end. He stopped halfwayup as Andrea appeared at the top of the stairs, sandwiching his nearly nakedbody between the two fully clothed women.

"Great news," Andrea said, a huge smile on her face, "it's all been sortedout."

The boy looked up at his sister then down at his girlfriend, an equally largegrin plastered across her face, and wondered if that was good news or bad.

"This is so not funny," Aaron said from his place in the back seat of Kristen'scar. He was once again wearing the toga over his thong, but nothing else. Hissister and girlfriend had ushered him back to his room and helped him intothe complicated garment. He had barely survived the embarrassment of havingthe women dress him while ignoring his pleas to explain the plan. They hadmerely said that they were going to a different location before the party andthat he did not have to worry because he would not be wearing the toga at theparty. He did not understand as they left the house without bringing any otherclothes for him, but he allowed himself to be herded into the back seat whenthey claimed they had to maintain some secrecy.

They drove for a while, until they stopped in front of a large, Victorianhouse. Aaron recognized the Delta Omicron Mu sorority house. Stopping the carin front of the long gravel walkway that led up the hill to the house, thetwo women got out, and each holding the boy under one arm, walked him up thepath. Barefoot as he was, Aaron stumbled several times on the painful rocksunder his feet. Knowing he would have fallen at least once, he was gratefulthat the girls were holding him up. Andrea pulled out a key and opened thelarge wooden front door of the house, allowing the trio into a dark entryway.Closing the door behind them threw the group into total blackness, and, withoutturning on any lights, they walked around, eventually coming to another hallway.Aaron was totally confused, but amazed that his sister and girlfriend knewtheir way around so completely in the dark. At the end of the hallway, theycame to another door, this one cold and metallic. Kristen used a key this time,confident even in the absence of light, and unlocked the heavy door.

A carpeted staircase leading down began right on the other side of the doorway,and Aaron would have fallen had the two women not held him. They led him slowlydown into the darkness, continuing to hold him so he did not trip on the steps.At the bottom, Andrea flicked on a light switch, momentarily blinding Aaron.Once his eyes cleared Aaron saw a large room furnished as a sort of study hall-library.The carpet was deep, the furniture leather, and the air smelled of books. Theywalked to the end of the room, passing several tables, sofas and armchairs,until they came to yet another wooden door, its shabbiness a direct contrastto the clean sophistication of the rest of the room. Another key was producedand, with the click of a heavy lock opening, the door swung inward to revealmore darkness. This time, however, Aaron was hit by musty damp smells thatsuggested an actual basement. As the three climbed down yet another flightof stairs, creaky, wooden and covered in slippery dust, Aaron was even moredependent on the girls holding him up.

At the bottom, Aaron could only see back the way they had come, light shiningthrough the doorway left half open upon their descent. Aaron flinched as Kristenreached up and pulled down on a thin chain attached to a dim light bulb onthe ceiling. The room was cast in a gloomy light from the not totally effectivebulb, but Aaron could make out the small room they were in. It was definitelya little used basement, dust and cobwebs abundant. The staircase they had justcome down was against one wall and lead almost directly into the adjacent wallwhich was barren, the cracked and chipped concrete a testament to the age ofthe structure they were in. Aaron shivered, his modest garments providing littleprotection against the cold, damp environment they had entered. The wall oppositethe staircase had only one feature, a large old-fashioned double-sided washbasincomplete with closed cabinets underneath. On the wall above the washbasin,Aaron saw a large shelf with dust covered bottles of various cleaning fluids.Oddly, one of the bottles looked clean and new, but the label was turned towardthe wall, preventing any identification. The final wall contained various hooksholding brooms, mops, a shovel, and several lengths of coarse looking rope.Higher up on the wall, in the center, was a recessed window made of thick glassand covered with metal bars. The placement depth of the window in the wallgave Aaron some pause as he realized extremely thick walls surrounded him onall sides. The heavy glass allowed almost no light to come through, and suggestedthat the window was even partially buried underground. Aaron's gaze came torest on the strangest object in the room. Positioned under the window, withabout two feet between it and the wall, was an odd wooden chair bolted to thefloor. The chair appeared to have no seat, just a U-shaped frame sticking outwhere the seat should have been. There was also a wooden pole sticking up outof one side of the chair back. About three feet long, the pole ended in twoopposite hooks, looking almost like a coat rack. Confused by what he saw, Aaronlooked down at the floor, noticing for the first time the drain hole squarein the center. A small bucket and brush were the only other items present.Aaron was beginning to worry over why he had been brought to this place whenAndrea started to speak.

"We know you're confused little brother, so we're going to explain things.But first you need to remember who you are pledge, and who we are. We do notexpect any backtalk from you. We went to a lot of trouble to get you this out,and we will not have our efforts spoiled by any whining from you. Understood?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

"Good, now take off your toga."

Aaron paused for just a second as the two women stared harshly at him. Realizinghe wasn't in any position to argue with no clothes or way home, he complied.Shivering in the cold air, the boy pulled the garment over his head and handedit to his sister. He watched as she tossed it onto the bottom step of the staircase.Once again Aaron stood before them in only his thong, and he felt their gazeon every inch of his exposed skin.

"Good boy," Andrea said, "now, here's what's going to happen." She pausedas she walked over to the rear wall and pulled off a length of rope. "You aregoing to sit down on this chair, and Kristen and I are going to tie you up."

"What!" Aaron yelled, completely forgetting about his agreement not to complain.

"See," Andrea said to Kristen, "I told you we were wasting our time."

Kristen looked sympathetically at her panic stricken boyfriend. "C'mon baby,what's the big deal? This kind of stuff happens everyday in frat initiations.You're going to have to be more flexible if you want in."

"That's right, Aaron," Andrea added. "Did you think Mark was going to completelylet you off the hook? He agreed to let you out of the party, and believe me,you're better off not going to that, but he insisted that you take part insome initiation rite. Kristen and I talked it over and we thought you couldhandle the embarrassment inherent in this sort of thing if it was just us withyou right now. I mean all you have to do is sit tied to a chair while all theother pledges get abused at the party. And believe me, they will be abused."

Kristen put her hand on his shoulder. "Isn't that better than getting yourbutt beat by a paddle? Imagine that happening in front of all the brothersand sisters, you wearing your little g-string and getting a couple of hundredwhacks. Heck, you'd probably be tied up there too. C'mon honey, won't thisbe better?"

Aaron stood silently for a moment, weighing his options. "Okay," he saidfinally, "how do I sit on that thing?" Andrea and Kristen smiled warmly andled him over to the chair. They helped him down onto it, positioning his thighsover the frame projections and pulling his legs over the sides. This left hisfeet positioned between each pair of front and back chair legs with just histoes touching the floor and the majority of his weight resting on his thighs.He learned quickly that he could shift some of his weight to his toes, butthe effect was quickly tiring on his calf muscles. "What is this chair for,anyway?" He asked the girls as they began laying the coarse, scratchy ropearound his body.

"Hmmm?" Andrea said looking up from her task, "oh, just this. Now relax whilewe get you secured." She went behind her brother and pulled his arms up theback of the chair until they were parallel to each other and then tied themtogether, wrist to elbow. After that, she pushed them up against the back panelof the chair, which reached to just under his shoulder blades, and tied themin place wrapping more rope around his arms and the chair back. At the sametime, Kristen had been busy binding his legs to the chair. She tied him inplace at the ankles, calves, and thighs. Lastly, the two women wrapped morerope around his chest and waist, pinning him completely to the chair. Aarontried to struggle, but the ropes didn't move and the chair, bolted in place,wouldn't budge.

Andrea watched his struggles with a prideful grin. "Well, he looks secure,time for the next part, get the box Kris." While Kristen opened one of thecabinets, pulled out a cardboard box, and began rummaging for something, Andreabent down next to her brother's face. "Okay Aaron, now we have to gag you," sheput her hand over his mouth just before he could yell. "Why, you were goingto say? This is why. If we allow you to yell and scream, eventually someonecoming home early from the party would hear you. And what do you think wouldhappen if some drunk sorority sisters found a naked tied up pledge in the basement?Trust me, you really don't want to know. Do you understand?"

Aaron nodded his head and his sister removed her hand from his mouth. Justthen Kristen came over with a thick, black leather strap. On the inside wassome sort of hard rubber plug about four inches long and very thick. She smiledas she gently asked him to open his mouth. Unable to resist, he simply compliedand allowed his girlfriend to stick the foul tasting rubber in his mouth. Hechoked a bit as the gag hit the back of his throat, but slowly adjusted toits presence as the strap was pulled over his mouth, behind his head and buckledinto place. He heard the click of a small lock and realized the gag would nowrequire a key before it could be removed. A wave of panic washed over him ashe tried desperately to escape his bonds, but he was held fast and soon stoppedstruggling out of exhaustion.

"That's going to happen every now and then Aaron," Andrea said as she watchedhis futile struggles. "You're going to have to learn to control your panicor else these next few hours are going to be even more difficult than theyare about to become. Kris, why don't you take care of the naked part that heobviously didn't catch on to a minute ago?"

Aaron's girlfriend happily moved over to the boy after retrieving a pairof scissors from the box and, with one quick snip, cut away his thong. Aaron'seyes widened at the realization that he was now tied up and naked in frontof his girlfriend and sister. Andrea had started rummaging through the boxand produced a square wooden board, about half the size of the space wherethe seat of the chair had been. He could see that there were things attachedto the board, but was having a hard time making out exactly what they were.Andrea took the board and knelt down in front of her brother, allowing himhis first unobstructed view at what was attached to the top. He started screaminginto his gag as his sister slid the board into two slats attached to the legsof the chair. She then motioned Kristen over to take her place as she movedback to the box. Kristen smiled sweetly at her boyfriend, telling him it wouldbe easier if he relaxed. She then reached around and began turning a knob attachedto the back of the board.

Aaron knew but refused to believe what was about to happen. He had seen theenormous black dildo sticking out of the board, and was sure that it was nowmaking its way toward his unprotected rear. He felt the first telltale nudgeas the head of the monstrous rubber invader poked his anal ring. Kristen stoppedturning the knob and looked up at Aaron. "Just relax now baby, this thing ispre-lubed, but still really big. We don't want you to get hurt, so try to openyourself as wide as possible. She bent back down and began turning again, usingslow, deliberate revolutions. The first turn pushed half the head of the dildointo him, creating a tearing sensation as it stretched him out to accommodateits girth. The second turn forced the entire head inside and was followed bythree more quick turns, totally embedding the eight-inch plug inside of him.Aaron tried desperately to get away from the dildo, but the ropes held fast.He was sweating quite a bit now, despite the chill of the basement.

"Now then," Andrea said, moving from the box over to the sink, "that wasn'tso bad was it?" Aaron groaned into his gag as he watched his sister pull aplastic bottle off the shelf and squirt some of its contents into the blackrubber bag she had taken from the box. She then began filling it with hot waterfrom the sink. Aaron could see the steam rising from the basin as the bag filled.Andrea stopped only when a torrent of yellow suds spilled over the top of thebag, the weight of the water causing it to bulge at its sides. She carriedthe full bag over to her brother's chair and hung it from the hook closestto his head. Aaron could feel the heat radiating out from the bulging rubber,and tried to lean his face as far away as possible. Kristen joined Andrea bythe chair, bringing with her a length of clear plastic tubing. She pushed oneend onto an adapter at the bottom of the enema bag, then attached the otherend to an outlet on what looked like a small fish tank pump attached to thesame board as the dildo. The pump was connected to the base of the anal plugby another short tube.

Kristen then ran a plug into an electrical outlet on the wall behind thechair. Once in place, she pushed a button on the pump, causing it to pump airinto her boyfriend's dildo. Aaron felt the already huge object grow even biggerinside him and squirmed madly at the ropes. "There, there, baby, it needs toget a little bigger to make sure you're sealed up nice and tight." Kristenwaited another few seconds, and then shut the air pump just as Aaron thoughtthe device was going to explode inside of him. "All set down here, Andrea."

"Good, now you finish up with his private parts, while I get the little additionMark requested ready." Andrea returned to the box and removed a second enemabag. Placing it in the sink, she reached up and removed another bottle fromthe shelf and, unscrewing the cap, took a sniff of the contents. "Whew, strongstuff," she said as she picked the enema bag back up and transferred the contentsfrom the bottle to the bag. The bottle was empty by the time the bag reachedhalf of its four-quart capacity, and Andrea quickly set the bottle down andfit another length of tubing onto the bottom of the rubber bag. Stepping aroundKristen, Andrea hung the new bag on the second hook above her brother's headand pushed the loose end of the tube onto a small fitting sticking out fromthe front of his gag.

While Andrea had busied herself with Aaron's second bag, Kristen was busytending to some of her boyfriend's other torments. She wrapped several turnsof thin rope around his testicles, and then pulled another strand between hisballs, splitting them apart. She then took more rope and bound each testicleindividually, until they were each standing out on their own. Next, she tiedrope around the base of his penis, which had hardened in response to her manipulationof his testicles, and just under the head. With his cock secured in its erectstate, she pulled two small clamps out of her pockets and attached them tothe boy's nipples. She stepped back as his squirming began anew, grinning formear to ear as she surveyed her handiwork.

The distraction of having his genitals bound and his nipples clamped lastedonly until Andrea stepped away from the sink, providing Aaron with his firstclear view of the bottle she had emptied into the enema bag now attached tohis mouth. He tried to yell once again, but the gag was too effective and heeventually went limp in his bonds, staring helplessly at the label on the bottlethat read "Burn In Hell Hot Sauce – The Devil Made Us Do It!". The womensnickered when they saw his reaction. "Sorry little brother," Andrea said, "butMark insisted. All of the pledges at tonight's party are going to be doingshots with this hot sauce, and mark was adamant about upholding tradition,even if you weren't going to attend. Speaking of tradition, we'll give youa quick explanation before we leave you to your fun, Kris?"

Kristen walked over to the sink and leaned back against the washbasin. "Yousee sweetie, every year the DOM sorority picks a BAD pledge and gets to dosomething special with them. This year, you were chosen because of your relationto the two of us. We had to prove that we were able to maintain our distanceand treat you as a pledge and not a brother or boyfriend. So we came up withthis idea. What do you think? It should show the other sisters that we meanbusiness, no?"

Aaron felt like he was about to cry. The two girls who meant the most inhis life had basically used him to prove a point to their sorority. A renewedenergy came with this realization, and the boy once again struggled againsthis bonds. He felt Andrea walk behind him and put her hands on his shouldersin an attempt to calm him down.

"Just relax Aaron, you'll get through this just fine. A nice big hot, soapyenema never killed anybody. Of course, I don't know if one has ever been mixedwith a super hot sauce chaser before though. I don't envy you when you finallyget to relieve yourself, it should be quite a fiery experience."

Kristen laughed and added, "Maybe we should bring a fire extinguisher downwhen we get back." Aaron mumbled something into his gag that was definitelynot laughter. "Oh don't worry baby," Kristen continued, "we'll be back to playwith you in a few hours."

"Okay, lets open up the clamps and we can go on to the party," Andrea said,her hands still on her brother's bare shoulders. "We can each do one."

Kristen clapped her hands like a giddy schoolgirl and reached up and snappedopen the clamp holding back the boy's enema. She then bent down and, as Andreaopened the second clamp, pushed another button on the electric pump under Aaron'schair. "Just to make sure every drop gets pumped into you. Gravity may notbe enough in this position."

The women moved off towards the staircase as the fluid from the two bagsjourneyed towards the helpless boy's mouth and rectum. The hot sauce hit Aaron'smouth first as the enema fluid had to travel down from the bag, then back up,into the pump and then to his insides.

Aaron swallowed his first mouthful of the hot sauce, the viscous liquid burninghis throat even as more flowed slowly through the tube. He realized that hissister hadn't opened the clamp all the way as the liquid was pooling in hismouth, seeping around the gag and saturating every part of the sensitive membranes,before it ran out of room and he was forced to swallow again. And swallow hedid, knowing that a backup would only come spurting out his nose and createthe risk of choking and suffocating. Concentrating on swallowing the hellishfluid had reduced Aaron's on again, off again struggling to almost non-existent,until the boy experienced another wave of panic as he felt the first of thehot, soapy water enter his bowels.

"Okay," Andrea said, picking up her brother's snipped thong and toga, "itlooks like everything is under control down here. Shut the light and let'sgo."

Kristen reached up and pulled on the chain connected to the light bulb, plungingthe room into darkness. The girls used the light from the doorway above tonavigate the rickety staircase. From the top, Kristen called down to her boyfriend, "Bythe way, baby, when we come back, well be bringing some of the sisters andmaybe even some of the brothers with us. They're not going to want to missthe explosive finale."

"But look at the bright side," his sister added, "by this the end of theweekend, you'll be a full member of BAD. Of course, there's two days betweennow and then, but I'd worry about one thing at a time if I were you."

Aaron heard their laughter fade away after the closing of the door and theloud click of the lock. In the dark, cold, room, the boy could hear only thehum of the pump and the flowing of the liquid down the tubes, as the torturousfluids continued their journey inside him. He was beginning to cramp now ashis stomach distended in order to accommodate the gallon of fluid enteringthrough his rear. Combined with the burning and queasiness brought on by thehot sauce, Aaron was unsure if he could tolerate minutes of this abuse, letalone hours. But, after more futile struggling, brought on by his ever increasingneed to relieve himself, Aaron settled in to his torment and began to wonderwhat else the sorority sisters and fraternity brothers had in store for himafter the party was over. He could only shudder in anticipation and fear ashe swallowed another mouthful of liquid fire and felt another cramp rip throughhis insides.