Sorority Bk. 2, Ch 7: Reinstatement

[micheleFFS]

Sorority Auxiliary, Book 2, Chapter 7: Reinstatement

My knock elicited no immediate response. I raised my hand to knock again, then hesitated. I felt impatient, sure, but the last thing I wanted to do was appear demanding. I clasped my hands behind my back and waited.

At precisely 2 o’clock Danielle opened the door, wearing a form fitting black minidress. She stood aside and silently gestured me in. “Close the door. Strip.”

After I got naked, she led me Below Stairs to put my clothes in my cubbyhole. No Auxiliaries wanked in waiting; the place was empty. Lube and magazines littered the table. I looked at Daniela and said, “I’m very glad to be back, Mistress.” Her stern expression and narrowed brown eyes did not change. “Downstairs.”

The basement was set up much as it had been for my hearing. All 20 Sisters crowded into the main space, clustered around a couple of tables, some standing, some seated. All looked serious. No one smiled. I looked hopefully at Samantha, Marci, and Veronica, but their eyes remained cold.

To my surprise, Daniela, not Dorothea, presided, I guess as training coordinator. “Gerald is here seeking reinstatement as a trainee. Have you all reviewed the qualifications he was to meet during his probation?” Nods and a murmur of agreement came as her answer. “Good, then. Has he failed in any of the menial tasks he is been allowed to perform?

I took a deep breath. I wasn’t reinstated yet, I realized. Would they prolong my ordeal? Or even kick me out?

At first no one spoke. Sofia said, “I assigned him many cleaning tasks in the kitchen and washrooms. He never complained, his work was good. He occasionally asked clarifying questions, always respectfully.”

Danielle asked, “Anyone else?” A few murmurs indicated general agreement.

“Susan, you conducted most of the Punishment Bracelet inspections and cleanings. Was there ever any evidence of tampering?”

“No, I always inspected the bracelet inside and out, also the lock. Furthermore, there never were telltale scratches on his penis that would have indicated a desperate attempt to escape.”

“Other inspectors?”

A few others shook their heads. “No evidence,” said Doris, who’d inspected me once.

Though my darting eyes found only adamant stares, I felt better.

“What about his attitude and demeanor in the last three months? Have any of you seen rebellion, anger, resentment or any other such attitudes?”

Elaine said, “I’ve seen him shaking his head when he thought no one was looking.” A few others murmured that they’d seen the same behavior.

“We’ll see if there’s anything else to consider. I’ll put surreptitious headshaking on my list. Anything else?”

Susan spoke up. “Yes, when I first put the Training Bracelet on him, he immediately begged me to take it off, complaining that it hurt.”

I blanched. Would that one shocked outburst affect my reinstatement?

Daniela followed up. “Training sessions last 20 minutes. For how much of that time did he beg and complain?”

“I expected a reaction like that, so I paid careful attention. He only asked once.”

“How did he react to the Training Bracelet on other occasions?”

“He nearly always whimpered in fear when he saw it. That always gave me a smile. During the trainings, especially the first few, he… punctuated the session with exclamations of pain but not with begging or outright complaints.”

“All right, surreptitious headshaking, one time begging to be released and one complaint about pain. Does anyone have any other offences to add?”

I gulped and shivered. Fortunately no one spoke. I allowed myself a small sigh of relief.

Susan spoke up again. “I think the complaint about pain and request for relief are understandable. They occurred within seconds of my clamping the Training Bracelet on him. I did so without warning and he’d never it experienced before. After that initial outburst, he never said anything like it. He grunted, he groaned, he gave the most beautiful expressions of pain and determination, entertaining me every time, but that was all.”

I wanted to kiss her. I wisely refrained. Instead I murmured, “Thank you, Mistress Susan.”

Daniela asked, “What about you others who clamped him in the Training Bracelet? Was that your experience, ladies?”

Several women murmur dissent and nodded their heads.

Dorothea spoke. “I must be fair. I enjoy using the Training Bracelet on the men I use because of the desperate begging and complaining it elicits. I’m familiar with its effects, especially the first time. Based on Susan’s description, I feel Gerald’s reaction was reasonable, especially since it was brief and not repeated.”

“So I ask Dorothea, Susan and anyone else who put the Training Bracelet on Gerald. Should we hold that outburst against him or let it go?”

No one objected. Elena’s voice rose above the general murmur. “I’ve used it, too. If that’s all he did, I’d say he did well.”

Daniela looked at me. I took it as an invitation. “Sisters, Mistresses, I appreciate not only the lessons I’ve learned, but your fairness and the great care you’ve taken in deliberating about my fate.”

“What about that headshaking?”

“Well, I’m not sure which specific incidents the Sisters refer to, but I do know about my attitude. I don’t think there’s a period in my life when I felt more rueful then in the last three months. If I was told for the umpteenth time, “Go clean all the toilets in the Sorority,” or “Clean the interior of the chimney,” I know shook my head several times when I thought no one was looking. My attitude at all of those times, in fact throughout the entire probation, has been I’m lucky to have a path to reinstatement. I’m not going to blow it, I told myself daily. I will accept whatever is imposed and be grateful When I shook my head, I was thinking I brought it on myself. Ruefulness, not resentment, let alone rebellion.”

“That would be easier to accept if you hadn’t attempted to escape, Gerald,” said Daniela sharply.

I hung my head, “That is most certainly true. If fully reinstated, I will give the best possible service to rebuild trust.”

When I looked up, I sought the unflinching glare of 20 women, most with their arms folded under their breasts.

Dorothea spoke. “Gerald, go upstairs. We will deliberate.”

“I thank you in advance for your wisdom and your judgment, whatever it may be. I desperately hope to be reinstated.” I trudged upstairs.

Nervously tapping my fingers, I waited Below Stairs. About 10 minutes later, Daniela called me from the bottom of the stairs. “Jenny, come down.”

My heart soared. She called me Jenny!

Relieved and nervous at the same time, I descended the stairs, clad only in my bracelet. Reinstated or not, I faced an ordeal. I soon stood before 20 pair of flinty eyes. The two tables had been moved apart, leaving an aisle between.

Dorothea spoke. “Jenny, you are reinstated at a novice level. At one time, you enjoyed a good status rating and some preference on service shifts. You will now need to regain your status, if possible. Expect to be scrutinized carefully and I think we can safely rule out the rather rapid progress you made earlier.

As I say, you are reinstated. The vote was not close, nor was it unanimous. All have agreed not to discuss their votes with any of the Auxiliaries. Is that clear?”

“Yes, Mistress Dorothea. I will not ask anyone about her vote. It would be improper even if you hadn’t told me this.”

Dorothea nodded and stood up, taking a black bag from the table. Her hair, curly on top, cascaded over her left shoulder in a thick, black braid like a classic Greek caryatid. A formfitting, low cut, bare-shoulders dress clung to her form, ending across her thighs. “Jenny, the Punishment Bracelet covers only part of the shaft of your penis, leaving the sensitive tip and part of the shaft available for you. I specifically gave you permission to play with it at our last meeting. How often did you do so?”

“Once, when I was alone, Mistress. That was enough. After that, I only touched myself under command from a Sister when wearing the Training Bracelet.”

“Only once? I’m not sure I believe you. You wouldn’t lie at your reinstatement hearing?” She arched one eyebrow skeptically.

“Mistress Dorothea, the Punishment Bracelet is very well named. I received it as punishment, but it punishes any feeling of sexual arousal. It very effectively turns pleasure to pain. I could not make myself erect in that device if I wanted to — and after that one attempt, I never wanted to.

She walked toward me slowly, tapping her heels one in front of the other, swinging her hips. “I know several of you Sisters have not used the Training Bracelet. Susan favored us with an excellent description of its effect on Jenny. I’m going to give you all a chance to be entertained in the same way.”

Dorothea stopped within a few inches of me. I blanched. I hated that thing!

Dorothea continued as she rather roughly handled my penis, unlocking my bracelet. “The Punishment Bracelet Jenny wore from day-to-day has 60 half inch teeth. The Training Bracelet has the same number of teeth, but three quarters of an inch long, providing a full half inch deeper penetration all around the shaft of Jenny’s punished penis.” She clamped the device shut and expertly clicked the lock in place, stood aside, and proudly gestured towards me with a dramatic flourish.

I groaned, my knees buckled and, as always with that device, I cried out.

“Stand up straight, Jenny, and play with your penis tip. Go ahead and show us how it rises to the occasion.”

Abjectly obedient, nearly hyperventilating from the pain, I rolled my cockhead between my thumb and forefinger. I wrapped my fingers around it and squeezed.

Dorothea addressed the Sisters in sardonic tones. “You’ll see, as Jenny stimulates himself and erects, that the pain visible in his face will increase. I think his face looks really beautiful now the way he struggles, his jaws working, tears leaking. As he gets closer and closer to an erection, you’ll see more tears and gasping. His knees will probably buckle again, and he’s going to want to beg for relief, but he won’t dare.” She looked at me expectantly.

After a few minutes, one of the Sisters spoke up. “It doesn’t seem to be affecting him any worse.”

Dorothea grinned fiendishly. “No, it doesn’t. That’s because the Training Bracelet has done its work. Jenny has learned that sexual pleasure and arousal brings an intolerable level of pain. During his time in the two bracelets, he has become impotent, absolutely useless to us sexually. Normally, we limit sessions in the Training Bracelet to 20 minutes. Today’s final session for Jenny will be 30.” She tapped her way back to her seat, those tantalizing hips swinging seductively.

I stood there, grimacing, gasping, sobbing and crying. Though I occasionally wiped tears from my eyes, I never let go of the tip of my penis. I wasn’t about to disobey at this late stage. Besides, I didn’t erect, and it didn’t get worse. The women all pointed and laughed and talked to each other about how cute I looked in my desperation. I felt awful, not only from pain. I’d once had about as much status as an Auxiliary could get, now I’d become an object of ridicule.

Finally, Dorothea looked at her watch. She waited a few moments, then announced, “Time’s up. Elena volunteered to remove the Training Bracelet and to apply the next test.”

Elena stood and approached me through the aisle. She wore a blue miniskirt and a yellow tank top. Dark hose enhanced her legs. Her heels matched her top. “Jenny, I promised that after you gained a certain amount of sexual experience I would take you to bed and fuck you. But I wonder if that’s even possible.” Her eyes held mine as she reached out and grasped my limp penis.

She fondled it, and moved aside for the others to see.

Oh, it felt good to have a beautiful woman touching my penis! I waited for it to fill with blood and spring upwards, anticipating my first erection in months.

After a few moments, Elena said, “Look girls, it doesn’t get hard. It doesn’t grow it all.” Murmurs and laughter filled the room. “What do you think I should do?” Elaine pouted.

Someone in the audience called out, “Apply labial stimulation.”

Elena, obviously acting, brightened. “Oh, that’s a good idea! That always gets the boys up.” She dropped to her knees and took my entire shaft in her mouth. She sucked it in and out hopefully, but I remained limp. After a few moments, she spat it out. “Ugh,” she said. “A penis is only good for two things. A method of controlling the male, and to give us pleasure. But if it can’t erect, it and the man attached to it are useless.” She then stalked back to her seat.

Dorothea stood up. “Jenny, you know you are useless to us if you can’t get it up. At your next scheduled sexual service shift, don’t expect to be selected for use until you can get an erection.

“Sisters, I hope you enjoyed this demonstration of the Training Bracelet. I urge you to use these marvelous devices with the Auxiliaries and any outside servants you care to take.” A murmur passed around the room as the sisters bent their heads together, plotting.

“Now, Sisters, let’s have more fun with Jenny. He needs to be physically chastised — severely. I’d like to remind you that, like most of the boys, Jenny has learned to turn spankings, canings and the like from pain to pleasure. So, fun though it is, spanking is not a good punishment in this case. I do know that Jenny does not like to have his butt reamed or his balls busted. He doesn’t like getting a boner twisted either, but that’s not possible for he is impotent. We should punish him for his attempt to escape, and for being impotent. What is more useless than an impotent sexual servant? Have at him, girls!”

Hoo boy! They wasted no time preparing. A few sisters knocked the legs out from under the tables and whisked them off to a corner. Others stacked the chairs and stored them with the tables. The others opened the cabinets to withdraw toys. Such a clinking of clamps, tightening of straps and checking of positions I never heard. “Does it penetrate and rub your clit?” “Oh, yes, perfectly.” With a sinking feeling, I heard several such comments.

One of the Sisters produced a squeeze bottle of lube. “No lube tonight,” Dorothea intoned. She pointed to a gymnastics horse in one corner. “Jenny, wheel that into the center.

Feeling like a condemned prisoner, I crossed the room and placed the horse as close as I could to the middle. I flipped the lever to retract the wheels and my scaffold stood ready.

Someone blindfolded me and pushed me over the horse. Unseen hands buckled my wrists and ankles into unlined, leather cuffs. Someone slid my ball sack in the V of her fingers and tugged it as far away from me as she could. Some sort of ball stretcher snapped into place, stretching the skin over my exposed balls. I whimpered.

I gasped twice tight nipple clamps closed around me, biting ferociously. Never liked those things.

That was the preliminary. Rough hands pulled my cheeks apart. A blunt plastic dildo rubbed up and down my crack, coming to rest on my asshole.

I knew better than to resist and tried to relax. Nevertheless, it hurt a lot when it went in. I didn’t exactly scream. The slow penetration instead impelled me to a series of staccato cries, “Oh, oh, oh, oh!” Immediately after my tormentor achieved full penetration, she thrust in and out of me rapidly, slamming her hips against my butt. Suddenly, she withdrew. “One good ball slap,” she exclaimed.

I yelped at the sharp pain on my tight balls.

“Who’s next?” invited my first torturer.

As a second strap-on penetrated me, the lifelike bulbous head of another parted my lips and fucked my mouth. Both sisters swung their hips rapidly. My body, compressed on both sides, convulsed against my bonds. My cries of distress came out as mere grunts. I heard many comments, and though I recognized many voices at the time, I never could remember afterwards who said what.

“Listen to that! I never heard a guy sound like that.”

“It’s great when they thrust in unison. Makes him hump the horse.”

“Hump the horse, hump the horse,” became a general cry for a while.

Whenever a strap-on withdrew from my plundered ass hole, ball torture resumed.

“What a good ball slap. It’s hard to aim in there.”

One woman, egged on by her chanting Sisters, use the slapper on my balls until she reached a count of 100. Long before she was done, I moaned and writhed continuously, tears streaming down my face.

After one of my butt-reamings, I felt pin pricks over my balls and limp shaft. They came and went fast and sharp, from two sides. Sometimes, the woman who wielded the implements pushed one into me as hard as she could. Whenever my mouth wasn’t filled, I sobbed and moaned, beyond speech.

Another bout of butt reaming and dildo sucking followed.

Someone else untied my right arm and leg, forced me to stand sideways to the horse, and place my cock in some sort of wooden press. She tightened it down. I won’t forget her voice. It was Sam. “You think your dick is so important shouldn’t be kept where it belongs, in a cage. Will how do you like this? You can’t get it up and I’m about to squash it flat.”

Oh, that hurt! Frightening, too. Could they damage me?

After that, more psychological terror. Still standing, partially restrained, I held very still as I felt the blade of a knife scraping up and down my scrotum and shaft. Someone removed my blindfold. I blinked back a few tears. Sam stood to one side of me. Marci knelt in front of me, wielding the knife. Vanessa stood behind her, gloating. The others crowded around, facing me.

“Ooh, that knife’s sharp!”

“It sure is. I helped her sharpen it.”

“Well, since we decided not to cane him, I’ll nick him in a few places to make him bleed.” Marci said.

I whimpered and fresh tears rolled down my cheeks.

Samantha whispered in my ear, “I suggest you hold a very, very still, Jenny.”

I gulped and took her advice.

Marci gripped my ball sack, isolating one testicle with her thumb and forefinger.

I held my breath, terrified. Silence reigned.

I saw the knife tip penetrate and slice. I sobbed and cried, willing myself to hold still.

Marci shifted her grip to the other testicle. Stab, slice.

Still crying, I daren’t move.

Marci grasped the tip of my cock and stretched it upwards. I felt the knifepoint right under my tip. A sharp stab preceded the short sideways cut.

“There you are Jenny, twice circumcised.” Marci wiped my wounds with an alcohol swab. I gasped and jerked about.

That released the floodgates. “Wasn’t that cool?” “Never saw anything like it.” “Looked like fun.” “Have to try it myself some time.” “How long will it take him to heal, I wonder.” “Amazing.”

Sam pushed me back over the horse and in a moment I was bound again. She said, “You two ready for the big finale?”

They weren’t done? I’d been reamed, my jaws ached, I’d been cut and symbolically castrated. More? I hung my head over the horse, resigned to whatever lay in store.

Veronica roughly grabbed my head and pulled it up. “Marci and I felt sick when we learned you tried to escape. We thought we treated you well, if capriciously. Do you have any idea how sick and betrayed we felt?”

I shook my head.

“Well you’re going to find out.”

She released my head. I hung limp, choking back sobs, trying to catch my breath. Someone placed a large plastic tub beneath my head. Veronica approached me, wearing a pair of plastic booties and pants from which protruded the longest, thickest strap-on I’d seen. I raised my eyebrows, uncertain could accommodate it. At that moment, I felt its twin pushing it my back door.

Marci said, “Open up Jenny, it’s time for another butt fucking.”

I shook my head and tried to relax my clenched anus. Veronica teased me with the tip on my lips. Perfect timing. Both penetrated me at the same instant.

They rocked back and forth in perfect harmony. My own hips involuntarily bucked up and down in time. Laughter, giggles and envious comments filled the air.

Without warning, Veronica yanked the nipple clamps from me. I screamed at the rush of pain. Next, she grasped my ears to hold me in place as she rammed that big, thick thing all the way home.

My nose tickled the plastic pants and I retched. I didn’t resist.

Bleaaaappppp! Bleaaaappppp!

I barfed like the first time I got drunk. Spitting, dry heaves, the whole bit. Finished, I hung limp, sobbing lightly, occasionally spitting. “Water,” I croaked.

“That’s how sick you made us!” Veronica growled as she stripped off her soiled plastic pants and booties. She threw them into the basin.

Someone pushed the straw of a sports bottle between my lips. I drank, rinsed my mouth, spit and drank again.

Mercifully for us all, someone put a lid on the basin.

I lay there over the horse, crying softly, occasionally sobbing. Someone released my bonds but I didn’t move. Eventually, Doris helped me sit in a chair. Only she and Dorothea remained. I drank more water.

Doris broke the silence. “Do you think you can stand?”

“Yes, sister.” I stood. I swayed for a moment then found my balance. I noticed the crack of my ass felt slippery. A glance down showed a bit of blood on my inner thighs. I took several deep breaths.

“Walk around the room,” Doris commanded.

I did so without trouble after the first few steps.

“Take the basin and the other things outside and wash them. When you’re done, leave them on the front porch to dry and go back Below Stairs.

Under Dorothea’s watchful eye, still naked, I carried the plastic tub outside and around to one of the hoses. Still weak, and breathing hard, I sprayed everything well and left it on the front porch. Doris and a woman I didn’t know met me Below Stairs.

“Jenny, this is Alexa, an alum and a registered nurse. She’s here to inspect you.”

“Right,” said Alexis matter-of-factly. Legs apart, hands to the floor.” She spread my cheeks and rub some sort of soothing salve in there. She handed me sanitary wipes and had me wipe the traces of blood from between my legs and my butt cheeks, smiling as I reacted with a gasp to the stinging disinfectant.

“Turn around.” She inspected the cuts in my cock and balls. “Nice work. Very well done. Good clean cuts.” She dabbed my cuts with more antiseptic. “I’ll be visiting you daily as long as necessary.” She placed a card by my clothes. “If you feel any kind of discomfort or anything out of the ordinary, call me, 24/7. Here, you’ll need this to sit.” She handed me a ring of soft plastic. Noting my puzzled expression, she said, “It’s a hemorrhoid pillow. You’ll have to blow it up before you sit.”

Dorothea said, “You’re required to sit on that in public and private for two weeks or as long as needed, whichever comes last. It’s part of your penance.” She placed me in a Plexiglas, standard penis cage and snuggled up the zip tie. “Get dressed and go home. We’ll let you know when your first shift occurs.”

[CagedAnimal]

Ouch! A bit extreme but a great fantasy! Hope Jenny gets back to normal status soon!

[micheleFFS]

Lest anyone think I was going too easy on the boy...