This is the beginnings of my career - the market of buying and selling female slaves. It begins, however, in my backwater college - a mere state school in the upper midwest. I'm hardly impressive physically, just your average thin runner-type. I was, however, fortunate enough to be a bit of a lady's man. Never so much that I was swarmed for dates. Rather, I was the funny, non-threatening type. It was because of this, and because of the trust that one particular woman had for me, that I was allowed to participate in perhaps one of the most sexually-charged sorority initiations the law-abiding world has ever seen. At least in upstate Wisconsin.
I was brought into the smoke-filled basement of the sorority house with my chaperone. Curiously, no one was smoking. My chaperone was certainly one of the better looking women I've met. Sara is small: short, thin, and a particularly tight body. Her breasts, on the other hand, are quite large, at least for her size, very possibly a C-cup. I know what you're thinking, a dream girl. Well she is, I just doubt those breasts could possibly be real. She has light-brown hair but she dyes it blonde, and some nice blue eyes. Although her beauty is great, Sara's best advantage is her innate cuteness. Whenever she smiles her mouth goes off to the side, and when she talks you see flashes of her tongue along with her sexy lisp.
In the sorority basement were about eight guys, each with their own chaperone/already initiated member of the sorority. Most of the guys were pretty big, and all were juniors at the least, making them older than I. We all waited in our chairs, trying to prod information out of our chaperones and each other about what the initiation was going to be when down the stairs came eight female bodies, led and followed by sorority sisters. I say bodies because their shirts were pulled over their faces and hands cuffed in the air. The sisters at the back and front of the line held the arms up with a long line of string that went from the front to the back of the group. It was spring, but also night, so the girls all wore pants. Of course, the boys all cheered when they saw the bras of eight girls with their hands cuffed. Our chaperones quickly hushed us, telling the men that were weren't to allow the women to know who we are. As the eight parade in front of us it becomes easier to see that they have pictures of their faces taped onto their shirts in front of their real faces to allow us to see who is who.
I quickly recognized one, although I had only seen her in passing. She had long dark hair, big brown eyes, and a thin, tall body. But that was not what allowed me to recognize her. I remembered her from seeing her always in white shirts - indeed, she was in one now. I always saw a little nub pointing out of those white shirts, but I couldn't quite make out if those points were nipples or a bend in her bra. Now I was fortunate enough to easily determine that it was her nipple pushing through a pretty thick bra all along.
After we were allowed to inspect, although not touch, each woman, they were placed behind us so we would pay attention to a sister. She told us that to raise money for the sorority the initiates had kindly offered their bodies in return for money. Every guy but me snickered and gave low-fives at that. Then she said that we could not be given sexual favors from our slaves, nor harm them in any way unless consent was given by the initiate. Furthermore, no one could say what happened, nor who they saw this night. Other than that, each man would bid for one of eight ladies for the rest of the weekend, it being a Friday night. Finally, if any woman hesitated to do anything we asked of them that was within the rules, each offense was to be an additional six hours of slavery. Our chaperones would stay with us to ensure the rules are followed and to judge exactly what a "hesitation" is.
Of course you can imagine I bought the body I described earlier, which I was to find out went by the name of Jenny. Each man filed out with his new slave separately with the initiate still blindfolded so the slaves couldn't identify who was in the basement that night. When Sara, Jenny and I got upstairs Sara introduced us to each other, checked her watch, and told me I had until 6:30pm Sunday to play with my new toy. Despite the fact that I'm a pretty shy guy, when given this chance I decided to go for the gusto. I'd be lying not to admit my boxers were tight when I knew I could have this tease for my own. And being an aspiring lawyer, I decided to go to the letter of the law, and certainly not the spirit.
I decided to go to Jenny's dorm room so we could pick out some better clothes. When we got there it was void of Jenny's roommate, so I decided the fun shall commence. For my first command I told Jenny to take off her bra, which she easily did without taking off her white shirt. Not that she could hide her nipples, which I realized were pointing through her bra because of their massive size - and now they were pointing through a thin white shirt. Since Jenny's skirt collection consisted of one rather long skirt, I had her wear her PJ bottom - a soft and extremely short pair of shorts. Of course, she foolishly did so keeping her panties on. when I corrected her, she looked at Sara pleadingly. "I think that's a hesitation." I said. Of course, she tried to get out of it by saying her nudity was a sexual favor, but I picked up an additional six hours. Then she tried to peel off her panties while throwing on her bottom as fast as possible so I'd see as little as possible.
"You know Jenny." I said, "I think six hours isn't punishment enough. Every time you hesitate, I think I'll throw in an extra punishment which not only benefits me but you don't like. I want you to shave your pubic hair." Sara almost cracked up laughing. As you can imagine, I picked up an additional six hours before Jenny went to the bathroom to shave herself. As she was gone, Sara and I rummaged through Jenny's things until we found what I was looking for - a vibrator. Sara was so curious and kept pestering me about what I was going to do I almost didn't remember to pocket the vibrator when Jenny returned.
The three of us went to a bar. Of course, Jenny wasn't old enough to enter one, but I hardly thought anyone would stop such a tarted-up young lady. The three of us sat down at a table and I told Jenny that I'd forget about the extra twelve hours she owed me if she'd promise to do one thing for me. When she said yes, I handed her the vibrator, told her to turn it on and put it in herself. When she spread her legs, adjusted her body weight to one side, pulled the tiny bit of fabric between her legs to the side, and inserted a small vibrating egg into her shaved vagina I immediately got a hard-on. Jenny was also apparently enjoying the situation, as she immediately turned a shade of pink as her eyes glazed over. I told her to go to the bar, sit down, and see if she could get a drink.
Jenny slowly got up and approached the bar like an old lady, bending over and hobbling a bit due to the warmth between her legs. As she got up onto the barstool she must have flashed the man sitting further down the bar with her pink cunt, as he immediately got up to sit next to her. She ordered a honey ale which the young barman immediately got for her, as he seemed enamored by her tits, pushing their way through her shirt. The two men struck up a conversation with her, and she tried to nod and smile, but I think she was beginning to lose her inhibitions.
Meanwhile Sara and I were already talking. She was pleased with what I had done, and said she admired my imagination. She placed her hand on my knee, causing me to look down and see the mound that had grown in my pants that she had certainly noticed by now. She slowly moved her head towards me until our lips met, and we immediately began a dance of tongues. My hands wrapped her close until I practically lifted her light body up against mine by grabbing her ass-cheek with one hand and her armpit with another. Her hands also roamed over my body, but they managed to breach my clothing. Her hand that had once stood at my knee had moved inside both my pants and boxers from below, and Sara was now gently fluttering her fingertips over my rock-solid cock. I had to pull away from our kiss momentarily as spasms of pleasure rocked my body. This gave Sara enough time to direct my eyes towards Jenny.