Sorority Auxiliary Bk 2, Ch 2: Great Expectations Part 1a

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Sorority Auxiliary Bk 2, Ch 2: Great Expectations Part 1a

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Monday before class, I checked JNY email, hoping to learn my key was in the mail. Nope. No hope of relief. I also checked my rating on TDK. Unchanged. Amanda evidently hadn't sent in a report on the weekend. Nuts. A true report oughta get some of the sisters interested in fucking me.

In my English lit class, the prof announced we were to read Great Expectations. Disgusted, I raised my hand.

“Jerry, you have a comment?” The lecturer, a woman who’d let us know she enjoyed a good reputation in literary criticism circles, eyed me suspiciously. Questions were not her thing.

“I read this book in ninth grade,” I said. “Pip gets the girl, of questionable worthiness, in the end. Why do we have to read this again?”

Murmurs of agreement ran around the room and several approving glances came my way.

The prof flushed, then sniffed. “Well, thank you for your opinion, Jerry. Please continue to ask well considered questions. I shall ask you about the value added by rereading when we are done. Now, as to the background of the story, the marshes of Kent and the hulks...” She droned on.

Several people around me rolled their eyes and a girl sitting next to me whispered, “Nice try.” I was surprised at myself. I usually kept quiet in class, especially if they weren’t science or math. Where did this boldness come from?

When class finally ended, as we filed out, the girl, Kathy, and a guy I took to be her boyfriend joined me. “If anyone can make good lit boring, she can,” she said.

I agreed and smiled at them both. “Well, read it and write what she wants us to say, I guess.” We split off to our next classes. Over the next two and a half busy weeks, I saw them in class, but we did little more than nod to each other.

Preoccupied as I was with Amanda’s challenge, I nevertheless hit the books, only to find myself thinking about her words. “The inevitable consequences to you as a submissive if you’re successful.”

“Inevitable.” “As a submissive.” Seemed to me that if I could get out of the cage, I could have my masturbation or even sex cake (if I got a willing partner), and still eat plenty of dominant pussy over at the Sorority. I could hack that kind of inevitability. I gave this puzzle up for the moment and went down to the Common area to see a movie. I seldom mixed with the rest of the students, but tonight, I felt extra social.

The movie was pretty ridiculous, though funny. A broken down pink submarine in World War II somehow ended up with a supercargo of beautiful nurses. One of the nurses was interested in engines and hung around the engine room. The Chief Engineer was interested in her. Some critical spring broke and the nurse replaced it with her girdle.

The climax was a classic snafu. The US Navy, uncertain what the sub was, depth charged it. The sub captain issued an order for the nurses to remove their undies. These were collected and shot to the surface in a novel white flag of surrender.

I uncharacteristically wisecracked throughout the movie with comments like “Snap to it,” “Put her there,” and “Tight fit” somehow seemed funnier to others than they did to me and I got a taste of popularity. Gotta admit, I liked it.

After the movie, Kathy and her boyfriend said I’d been funny, so we commented on the silly plot. I actually saw her nudge him. “You hang out at that ultra feminist Sorority, right?”

“TDK, yeah, I go there sometimes.”

“So what’s it really like?” he asked. Her wide, black eyes never left me.

“Well, what have you heard?”

“What I’ve heard is that they beat you for nothing and they have sex orgies all the time.”

“Foot fetishes,” put in the girl.

“That’s pretty much it. I don’t know about foot fetishes, but my ass is always black and blue and the front is worn out and sore from serving those demanding beauties. Fun, though.”

They exchanged disgusted glances. “You’re not going to tell us anything, are you?” she said.

“Not really, sorry. Sworn to secrecy.”

“Boy, oh boy, have they got you pussywhipped,” the guy said, openly contemptuous.

“Perhaps, but if there was nothing worthwhile, I wouldn’t go back.”

Other people joined us and the conversation went back to the movie. Some history major claimed parts of the movie was based on fact. That got hooted down right away. I soon drifted back upstairs.

In my room, I thought about the guy’s reaction and what I’d said in response. Pussywhipped. Well, I did every demeaning thing the Sisters demanded, so I guess the pussywhipped label fit. But I didn’t feel pussywhipped. I felt more breasts, ate more pussies and watched more girlsex than most of the jocks on campus. Would never have happened to me if Amanda hadn’t recommended me to the Auxiliary. True, I sometimes felt pulled apart emotionally, but that happened to everybody, right? Plus, I maintained high hopes of getting laid more often now that Amanda had given me all that experience. I looked at her comments and ratings, now posted. 5s for service, obedience, and giving sexual pleasure. Additional 4.5 for feminisation. I wasn’t sure how I felt about that, but I knew Marci would like it. And if Marci liked it, I might get laid by her again.

Monday after noon, I checked JNY Security email. Nothing. Marci sent me an email which I expected.

Jenny,

Were you surprised? I knew all about it and have been laughing behind your back since Veronica came back from her grandma’s service.

You have a lot to be thankful for, don’t you, you little fucker? Did you wear out your poor little pee-pee?

Be sure to bring all your pretty new clothes and make-up. You’re giving a fashion show!



Predictable.

Tuesday, I packed all my frillies, powders and pastes into my rollaway and crossed campus to the Sorority. Elaine, on door duty, unlocked me Below Stairs. I was the first servant to arrive and she watched as I pumped myself up.

“I don’t think I’ll ever tire of watching you boys make yourselves hard.”

“Oh, you like hard dick? Well, any...”

“No, silly. I like seeing you doing what you’d rather I did for you.” She laughed and left the room.

I remained, feeling foolish. I’d just about propositioned her, way different from the begging the Sisters were used to. I sat down and kept stroking. I hadn’t touched it since I left Amanda’s on Saturday, and my penis felt very good in my hand. Memories of fucking Amanda fired me up.

Elaine escorted Talissa in and watched while he erected. She gave me a wink and went out.

“Good Thanksgiving?” I asked.

“Yes, thanks, but I sure missed Angela. I hope she comes for me soon.” The rivalry he felt with me evaporated after our mutual punishment. He and Angela were closer than ever, but he, like us all, served whichever Sister wanted us.

(Author's note: Milovana's character limit forced me to split part 1.)
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