Sharon Goes Back to School Ch. 15D

Belatedly she realized that there was a ring of black men at the edge of the room all the way around, each naked but for a plain light brown loincloth, matching head and arm bands, and string sandals that went up their calves. Those closest to the throne stepped forward, and Sharon thought they would take control of her. Instead, they untied what looked like black silk sashes from the rear corners of the throne, and the fabric began to pay out with an audible buzz. Sharon blinked in surprise when a small chair appeared before the throne. It reminded her of the one person hammocks sold at the Renaissance festival, except there were several odd poles and loops hanging beneath the angled two piece seat. The seat itself reminded Sharon of a doll recliner Chris had spent an hour putting together for Catherine one year. It seemed hopeless to expect her to use it, but the women spun her as two other hooded women appeared.

Sharon was pushed back until she could not balance, and had no choice but to trust the impossibly small pieces of plastic, which rested firmly against her lower back and barely supported her bottom. Her right leg was raised, pulled wide, and the loop at the end of one of the poles was skillfully slipped over her heel. She found herself distracted... the heel had to be nine inches tall. She absently realized the man before her had to be almost eight feet tall. Her mind whirled at the impossibility of that. When the women encountered difficulty getting her foot through the loop, they quickly stripped off the boot, leaving the legging of her outfit folded back from the mid calf to her knee. Her other foot was quickly similarly fixed, leaving her legs as if she was doing the splits in mid-air, bare toes flexing just at the edge of her vision.

The plate against her back tilted farther back, and it was all Sharon could manage to keep from crying out in surprise. The women cinched a two inch wide black nylon strap around her lower abdomen and with that Sharon knew she could not accidentally fall from the chair. When that was done, the plate that had partially supported her bottom was abruptly removed. As Sharon considered how vulnerable she was in that position, her arms were stretched out over her head and to each side, anchored to the remaining poles. She moved enough to be certain she was not going to escape the swing without help. Only then did the giant reappear. His crotch, hidden by a codpiece made of what looked like bone, offered no sign of what she should expect.

Sharon was not surprised when the men handling the broad black ropes tugged, lifting her easily so that her naked sex hung at the level of the Chief's groin. She shivered when one of the women, reaching up over her head, began to tease her dripping sex from below, fingers dipping in & out, one circling her engorged, buzzing clitoris. Two others worked at her neck, and Sharon was surprised when her mask was removed a moment later. She lifted her head, staring down at the skin tight rubber in which she was 'clothed,' but for the pale skin of her breasts, her nipples fully engorged, and the thin pale hair pointing to her bare sex and pouting clit. Her eyes came up to the monster of a man standing between her wide splayed feet where she hung several feet off of the floor.

"What is your name," the baritone rumbled. Sharon had to lick her lips before she could answer.

"I am BZ Sister Sharon," she answered. The man pursed his lips, waiting. Sharon blushed, "I am BZ Bitch, Sharon Sobel," she said. The chief nodded, and Sharon thought there was a murmur among the young men standing in rows at the bottom of the stairs. The chief apparently heard it as well, because he turned, moving back and forth along the front edge of the raised dais, the long cane held out menacingly toward the stomping but otherwise silent men.

"So close," he intoned, "And still the beauty and guile of a woman... one of your own servants, is nearly enough to destroy you." He turned, heading back toward Sharon, who could only see the top of his headdress and forehead when he turned, "This is why we test you... train you... prove you are more than any woman's match." He was silent for several steps, and then, "This is how you free yourselves from the evils of our feminist world, and reclaim your position as Man. And not just man, but the pinnacle of all that is masculine... B. Z."

"Hup!" every male voice responded in unison, the room echoing. The chief nodded gravely, "Your brothers are your support," he went on, although Sharon was finding it hard to focus... She had guessed that the woman playing with her sex had applied more of whatever it was they had smeared over her skin before bringing her into the room, but had been helpless to stop it, and as the prickly burning had grown, she had stopped worrying about anything more than quenching the fire in her loins. Her clit was sparking more than she could ever remember, a Twang that threatened to catch her breath every few seconds. "... for any problem, and will offer them aid for any problem they bring to your doorstep."

Sharon realized she was panting. She shifted her ass, trying to relax the stretch of her spread legs, wishing she could even rub her thighs together, confident she could get herself off easily, she was so hot. Her eyes focused on her waving toes, the swirling multi-colored light emphasizing the dark ink of the tattoo ringing her left ankle. The metal of the nipple ring glittered as the scintillating lights moved over her partially bared chest, and then she noticed the sparkle as the lights caught on the anklet Chris had put onto her right leg just an hour or two before. "This is your peril," the bulbous head of the cane smacked Sharon's bare sex firmly, and she gasped, even as she wished it had penetrated like the succession of cocks had been doing... She needed to cum.

"This is not your salvation," the chief's voice carried across the room, "But it is your reward!" The cane head pressed against her, dipping down, spreading her labia, almost entering, then butting up against her clit again. Sharon writhed, unable to stop herself, hips pumping at the tip uselessly. The chief smiled at her as he stepped close, between her legs. "These women know the truth... They are yours to command. Treat them well, and you will always have a home in which to leave your cares." Sharon cried out, as on 'home' he stepped close, peeling away the cod piece and driving his erection into her. He held himself there as she twitched and moaned, on the slippery edge of her climax. Despite the almost desperate need to cum, though, Sharon could not seem to get off. The big man chuckled, "Though you may find," he backed out slowly, drove himself into her once more almost savagely, and repeated it, leaving Sharon whining, claws digging uselessly into her gauntlets, toes flexing behind his clenching buttocks, "Even your reward is sometimes able to make you rise above yourself...."

Reaching down, he caught her unpierced nipple in one hand and drove in & out in long, hard thrusts, easily pushing the aroused housewife into an orgasm. Sharon screamed, the chair fixtures rattling as her body thrashed where she lay suspended in mid air, jutting off of the chief's erection. He backed away, "No woman can withstand us. We are one," he paused, "Indomitable B. Z."

"Hup!" the men responded again. The chieftain stepped back, chuckling at Sharon's weak attempt to bring her ankles together, trapping him inside of her. She was relieved to see as she lifted her head to watch him move away that he had not been the huge inhuman monster she had been sure she felt on being impaled... He was bigger than Chris, but certainly not the largest cock she had ever taken... not even the largest that had been thrust into her during the ceremony.

The sash-like ropes hissed, and she was smoothly dropped below the level of the chieftain's crotch, which Sharon accepted with a mixture of relief he was not going to take her like that again, and a lingering wish that he would at the recollection of how powerful her climax had been. One of the women who had led Sharon about stepped up, surprising Sharon by applying a red ball gag, the back rubber strap tangling painfully in Sharon's hair. She tried to avoid it, insisting that she would be quiet, but the woman, whoever she was, did not listen. Sharon tried to remain calm, resisting the urge to gag at the taste of the rubber ball.

She lifted her head when she had calmed, aware of the sound of a low masculine voice. The towering chieftain was moving back and forth in front of the crowd, waving his arms. Behind him, two of the hooded women held silver trays stacked with black and crimson cloth of some sort. A third petite sentinel came up at a gesture and handed the chief a scroll, which he carefully unrolled, turning to face the assembled young men. Sharon shivered, amazed that every one of those men had been inside of her... The thought triggered a spark between her legs, an unmistakable hunger for more.

He read a name and the others stomped once, then clapped once, as one of the group stepped up. He stood more than a foot shorter, but because the chieftain was turned to the side relative to her position, Sharon could see that the master of ceremonies was actually standing on stilt-like devices. She remembered seeing something similar watching men at school working in one of the hallways. Unlike the clumsy metal tubes, the chief's 'legs' had a curved tube mimicking the back of a real calf, flexing as he moved. She almost giggled, relieved that there were not, after all, eight foot BZ members.

The applicant stopped before the taller man, and the chief took a dark black wood staff from the waiting hooded woman and passed it with grave severity to the smaller man. She watched as the recipient bowed deeply, then stepped... stomped really, to the side at the direction of the hooded woman, who then stepped just in front of him, as if she was a faithful dog at heel.

The process was repeated when a second name was read, the second staff more ornate at the top. When the third name was read, Sharon was surprised, realizing as the applicant stepped to the front that she knew him. It was Samir. Glancing among the faces, she recognized a handful, all younger members of her frat chapter. She nearly giggled again, understanding this was an initiation rite of some sort for BZ, she guessed from around the region based on the number of men she had never seen before.

The staff Samir was given was taller than the others, though not as tall as the chieftain's. It was several inches taller than Samir, and had a silver cap, from which blood red tendrils wove down another foot on the staff, to slightly above where the young freshman held it, smiling proudly at the others. He let his hooded guide lead him to the side, and then the other women stepped up, and the chieftain began to read names, handing each person as he approached the black cloth and red ribbon package. Sharon watched the young men who had moved beyond. Across the room a thick heavy door was rolled back, exposing a blindingly bright flickering light. Sharon could feel the heat increase all the way across the sanctuary. Heavily shielded men stepped forward, thrusting several long black rods into the light, which she realized was a furnace or fire of some sort.

She winced as the first young man who had taken his package stopped, letting two of the women strip away the feathered harness that had partially covered his chest. One of the almost armored men said something and the young man nodded, pointing to his right chest. In the next moment, one of the rods was pulled free. Sharon saw the glowing orange of the end of the rod, and then there was an audible sizzling noise as the metal was placed for just a moment against the skin over the young man's chest. He went taut but did not make a sound, and then the rod had been plunged into a bucket near the armored man's foot and returned to the fire. One of the hooded women deftly slapped a white cloth over the burn on the man's chest. Sharon saw the wetness drip over his smooth black skin-- the cloth was wet, she hoped with cold water or even ice.

The young man was led farther from the start of the receiving line, and as she watched, she realized several of the hooded women and some who had been serving in the ring as... fuck toys was all she could think; the women were quickly cracking eggs, letting the white run through their fingers and then setting the yolks aside. She was puzzled, even after the young man was brought to a halt before them, and some of the egg white was smeared over his chest, over which a dressing was placed.

At the sound of a masculine groan, she looked back to see the brand being removed from the next victim, who had not been as stoic as the first. The women chaperoning the newly accepted member helped him along, and by his reaction to the application of the egg white, Sharon could only guess that it was somehow helpful in taking away the pain. She saw the first young man had donned a baggy black T-shirt, with '2010 BZ Initiate' in the characteristic font in bright red on the front. When he turned to stand behind those waiting their turn, she saw that his name was printed on the back, as well as his home school, 'Pope, Creighton.'

The line moved smoothly, most dealing with the pain of the branding without real difficulty. When the others had been taken care of, the three that had first been called were brought over, and different brands applied to each, more painful to Sharon's eye, as each received two separate brands. She winced, watching Samir take his with a tremor but no sound. She had seen the brands on many of the BZ but had never considered how they had gotten them. And as one of the women approached at a word from the chieftain, turning and lifting the bottom of her robe to expose her bare ass, Sharon shuddered, terrified at where she would hide a brand from Chris, and at what he would say when he invariably discovered it.

The woman cried out when the brand was applied, and her sisters quickly applied the cold cloth, helping her toward the others while another was brought forward to be marked. She winced each time one of the BZ Sisters was put to the brand, their cries building her fear and anxiety. She was so relieved when the procession stopped with the last of the sentinel's being marked, the smaller branding iron that had been used on the women left to the side of the fire, that she never stopped to consider what else might lay in store for her.

The lights came up, and where Sharon hung spinning lazily she realized that the entire balcony of the old sanctuary was filled with spectators. She gaped, more at having missed them before than her nude, lewd display before so many strange men. The sentinels, the robed women who had kept the others in line ran out, passing to either side of her. Their hoods were down, and the women were smiling, some waving to people in the crowd or those participants still ringing the room as they moved. Sharon looked from side to side, trying to see if any of her sisters were among them. There was a touch on her right shoulder, and she turned to catch a momentary smile as Kelly ran towards the center of the enormous room. So her young lover had been one of those keeping she and the others in line. Sharon felt a bit jealous, except that the orgasm had been amazing.

The crowd cheered after they had come to a stop, lining the wide steps. The girls ran from the room in the other direction, followed by the other women who had been the living fuck dolls during the ceremony. Most were still naked, some still hobbling on the impossibly tall heels. After receiving their round of applause, several of the other women came back to help those who were struggling more than others. The assistants... those in the loin cloths, as well as those wearing the armor and others in white shifts came out next, to a round of applause. The chieftain then strutted onto the stage to a long round of applause. He leveled his staff at the men who had reassembled after their branding. Most had left the feathered straps down, away from the new marks on the chests, and cheering, they swarmed forward as the others in the balcony and ringing the room cheered and clapped.

Only when they had quieted did the stilted BZ raise both arms. Quiet returned to the big room, and then he swept the staff towards Sharon,

"And don't forget Mrs. Sobel, the most deserving of the BZ succubi." There were cheers and a long round of applause, "This concludes the stomp in," he paused, "The wait staff will be around shortly to take care of everyone." He raised his arms again, "Come welcome our new members, partake of the fellowship and fun that is B," every foot in the sanctuary stomped, "Z." a clap, nearly as loud. The chieftain's staff came down onto the marble floor, the sound of its striking drowned out by the 'Hup!' shouted from every throat, including those in the balcony.

Sharon watched the chieftain head to the opposite side of the room, ducking to exit. The lights stayed up, but colored lights and lasers and reflectors switched on, dotting the vaulted ceiling. She saw the stained glass windows... it was dark outside. She saw the balcony was emptying, and realized people were streaming into the sanctuary from various doors. Some of her Sisters reappeared, those who had been nude wearing plain white robes open at the front, the sentinels still in their hooded robes, the hoods down.

Some carried platters of food, while others fetched drinks and other food from the tables that the young men in white had quickly set up, piling them with bottles of beer and liquor and sandwiches. Sharon realized how hungry she was, and wondered when they would get her down. She saw a familiar face enter from the opposite side of the room, but it was not anyone she knew from school. She giggled, embarrassed at herself, when she realized it was the student who had served as the emcee for the ceremony.

He snapped his fingers, and several of the red robed women gathered, following as he confidently crossed the room to where Sharon hung.

"You know you're amazing, right?" he asked the helpless housewife. Sharon managed a shrug. He laughed, "Well, trust me, it is true. You are so shit hot the council is worried you may forget your place." Sharon started to protest, but he arched an eyebrow, "I see you have forgotten your place... so perhaps they are right. Our little BZ Sisters are not here to argue with us, are they?" Sharon managed to shake her head, eyed down, which left her staring at her nearly nude body, and his waist. She shivered, remembering how amazing it had felt as he had thrust into her. "This is our little object lesson for the others, and a reminder for you," he said, running a hand up her bare thigh, almost to her pouting labia. Sharon shuddered, her arousal at full bloom in that instant, "And a lesson for any of the other girls who think they're too good for the frat." Sharon wanted to protest, but realized any argument would he would claim prove his point.

"Ladies," he spoke to the others, gesturing below Sharon, "One of your jobs is to keep our sacrifice aroused... Just aroused. Do you understand?" Sharon saw nods, but it was hard to concentrate... the self assured young man had stepped between the white housewife's spread thighs, his jeans rubbing against her sex as she swayed in front of him. His fingers worked her nipples, which were already erect with her resurgent need, "Mmmm, so very nice," he paused, "But out of balance... When will you be getting the matching piercing?" he asked. Sharon shrugged,

"Whenever I'm told to get it," she answered, subserviently. The young man nodded, "I knew you would not forget your place. Enjoy, little slut," he stepped back, leaving Sharon wanting more, and patting the heads nearest him as if the women were dogs, he wandered into the growing crowd. The heavy bass of hip hop erupted from speakers high on the walls throughout the room. The lights came down slightly, the ceremonial sanctuary having been changed over in just minutes into a BZ rave. The white robes and shirts glowed brightly, as did Sharon's clothing.