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Clique by dierdre
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Clique
by deirdre
I watched her as she came into our dorm room. My new roommate,
assigned to me by the college. Sarah was her name. It took me just
seconds to know everything about her--well, not everything, but a
lot more than you might guess. She was pretty enough, in fact she
was attractive, with a great body. But she was out of it--she was a
social nobody. She didn't know quite how to dress (and I saw her
whole wardrobe as she unpacked), and when she talked, she was
reticent--she rarely said more than monosyllables. And there was
something just a little bit weird about her. In other words, she was
just about exactly opposite of what I was going to be in college.
Now you might guess that I immediately planned to see if I could
change roommates, to someone who was more in tune with the world
and how it worked. If you did, then I'd say you are showing your own
prejudices--there is no rule that says someone who is conscious of
their own social position has to be cold-blooded. In fact, Sarah had
proven to be willing to do me a favor even on that first day, and by
all appearances was kind and without malice, and it didn't bother me
at all to do her the favor of helping her improve her own social
position. In fact, if truth be told, I actually enjoyed the prospect of
helping her redo her wardrobe and showing her the ropes.
One thing I was certain: college *wasn't* going to be like high
school. I was going to make sure of that. In high school, I got to
watch girls like Wendy Taylor and her friends hang out together and
lord it over the rest of us, for no more reason than their group was
the most popular at the school. Well, Wendy was among the few kids
from our high school I would have to face in college--mostly it
would be all new people. I was going to scope things out quickly, and
establish my reputation before things fell into place.
On our first supper at the dining hall, I had my first chance to check
out our upper-classmates. Within two days, I had identified the
group of the most popular girls, whom I watched unobtrusively. My
goal was clear: be accepted by them rather than whoever came to
rule the freshman class. That could come later. I talked to Sarah
about strategy--how to meet them and get to know them, but Sarah
wasn't interested. "A bunch of snobs," she said, disparagingly. We
ended up debating the worth of cultivating such friends, neither of
us budging from our positions: she thought it a complete waste of
time while I maintained ones social connections have a large effect
on ones success. But she was willing to go along with me working
towards getting in their group.
I picked a girl named Hillary Stafford who was a senior, was
obviously a member of the group in full standing, and seemed
relatively friendly and approachable. Sarah and I very carefully
made sure we were immediately behind her in line at the dining hall,
and I made a couple of casual comments to her. After the second
comment, she gave me this surprised look. She also seemed to be
amused which immediately put me on guard. Perhaps I had
misjudged and she wasn't as approachable as she appeared. But I
don't get flustered easily so I managed to remain casual and she was
willing to trade a little small-talk. After we were through the line,
she headed over to her group's table and Sarah and I found our own
table. It wasn't much, but it was a start! Sarah seemed amused by
my efforts, but she was still willing to go along with things.
The next day, I managed to walk by Hillary between classes and I
said a casual "hi", and she seemed taken up short, but after a split
second she appeared to recognize me and she said "Oh, hi!" She said
it with such confidence that I immediately knew why she
commanded such respect. That night at dinner I wasn't silly enough
to get in line next to her again, but I did manage to arrange it so we
were walking past her when she got in line and I said "hi" to her
again. Everything remained casual, but I was more than pleased: less
than a week into college and I was on the right road.
All this time I kept my eye on Wendy too. She was already in the
midst of a group of Freshmen girls who by all appearances looked
like they were going to be the Freshman "popular crowd". They all
dressed well and all looked just as great as Wendy. I couldn't help
but be pleased as I thought about how things were going as I lay in
bed at night. She could *have* that crowd for the time being.
After a couple of more days of just an occasional (planned)
encounter with Hillary, Sarah and I once again got in line right after
her when we went in for supper. While waiting in line I said "hi" and
introduced Sarah and myself to her. And we lucked out--she was
willing to talk with us all through the line, and when we had our
food, she actually asked if she could join us! Hillary at our table!
Actually, I would have preferred it if she had asked us to join her
table, but I wasn't going to complain. But I was surprised--it
seemed like the unlikeliest thing for her to do. I didn't let the
opportunity go to waste--I carefully geared my conversation to the
right balance of friendliness and respect. Sarah didn't say much of
anything and I did have a twinge of fear that she might be spoiling
things. But Hillary was amazingly friendly and perfectly willing to
talk. I realized that I had picked exactly the right one of the group
to make friends with, but I almost wondered if she really belonged
to that group! Someone who so easily defected from a group didn't
seem like they were a permanent member. But I recalled watching
Hillary with the others and I knew she was definitely at or near the
top of its hierarchy.
Well the next day brought even more success: Sarah and I ran into
Hillary between classes and she stopped to talk to us! In fact, she
did much more: she told us she and her friends had a "social club" and
she invited us to join! Sororities are banned at our school and some
of the girls form less-formal, unofficial groups that they sometimes
call social clubs. I couldn't believe this! Everything was going too
well! She told us she'd talk to us again about it and take us to a
meeting if we were interested.
Sarah snorted with disgust when Hillary was out of earshot. All
that day I talked to her and I couldn't convince her it was worth
anything to go with Hillary and me. Actually, I wanted her to go--
even though I can put on a good act, it's always best to have moral
support. But she said she had better things to do with her time.
But I already knew that Sarah eventually always followed my lead.
By the time we saw Hillary at supper, Sarah's refusal had turned to
complaints about the time we were going to waste. Hillary sought
us out, brought up the subject again, and when we agreed, she told us
she'd take us to a meeting that same night! She even agreed to stop
by our dorm room and pick us up!
I fretted about what to wear--this was very important, and I was
caught off guard having to make such a decision without advanced
knowledge of exactly how these things worked. I realized I should
have made friends with another upper-classwoman who knew about
these things. I finally picked out something that was at home among
casual clothes as well as with dresses, but it was painful trying to
get Sarah dressed similarly, given her wardrobe.
When Hillary arrived, she was in shorts and it was clear to me that
it was going to be quite casual. I felt relieved because Sarah had
ended up in a more casual outfit than I had originally been
comfortable with. Now things looked perfect.
Hillary took us walking into town. As we walked, she told us there
was an initiation, which was horribly embarrassing, but otherwise
was no big deal. I asked her what it was, and she said we'd be
paddled. I almost choked but I kept my cool. My mind raced for about
fifteen seconds, but then I decided it was well worth it. Then I
began to wonder at the fact that Sarah hadn't stopped to protest. I
glanced at her, but she seemed unperturbed. I didn't think much more
about her--my mind was on what was coming.
Hillary pointed out a house and we walked up to it and Hillary sort of
warned us to just go along with things: that we would suffer a bit of
humiliation but it would be over quickly enough. I was still nervous
and wondering but I hid it. Sarah was unreadable as usual. The
lights were dim all over the house and no one was in the front hall or
the living room when we arrived though I heard voices. Hillary led
us to another room: a den or something: it had a couch. She told us to
wait a minute and she left through a door to a more lighted room
which I gathered was the kitchen.
"What do you think?" I asked Sarah.
"Look what you've got me into," was her response. Actually I couldn't
blame her at that moment.
Hillary came back with two other girls. One of the girls told the
other one to sit on the couch and soon it was clear to me that there
were three of us were to be initiated. Then the girl who brought her
in left and it was just Hillary and the three of us. She told us to get
undressed. Once again I thought very quickly for about 5 seconds.
Then I committed myself--I started on my blouse. Sarah and the
other girl both looked a little nervous, then they followed my lead.
Soon we were in underwear and Hillary told us to take the rest off.
"Don't worry too much," she added in a low voice, "its basically just
a bit of humiliation." *More humiliation than I was expecting* I
thought.
Soon the three of us were sitting nude on the couch. Hillary went
and came back with some pieces of leather and buckles and things
which I soon figured out were restraints! She told the other girl to
stand and proceeded to restrain her hands behind her! Then she did
her feet and helped her to sit down again. There was no going back
so I submitted to the same treatment. I couldn't believe I was doing
this.
Soon we were all three sitting there, bound, on the couch. Our legs
were bound together and we couldn't have gotten up and left if we
wanted to. Then Hillary took this device and put it in the girl's
mouth. It turned out to be a gag. I'd never seen a gag like that: it
held her mouth open and filled it. She did the same to me and then to
Sarah. Then she left.
I looked around. It was the three of us sitting on the couch like that.
We were completely helpless. Once in a while I saw a girl walk by a
door and a couple of girls walked through the room. They looked at
us briefly and one smiled, but otherwise they didn't react to our
state at all. Hillary was certainly right about the humiliation.
Then I noticed a girl walking by one of the doors who was completely
nude! After that, every girl we saw was nude. After a while there
weren't so many girls walking around and no one was in the room
with us but I saw a couple of girls standing in the kitchen. Still
nude. They were talking to other people in the kitchen.
Then I heard a bit more talking and moving around, and then a woman
walked out of the kitchen. She wasn't nude--in fact, she was
dressed in a suit, as if she were some corporate executive or
something. She was blond and beautiful though a bit severe. She
appeared to be in her late twenties. She walked in and looked at us
and a couple of nude girls followed her. She didn't smile or say hi or
anything.
"That one first," she said, pointing at the girl sitting with Sarah and
me after inspecting us each in turn. I noticed that when she looked
at me, her eyes never met mine-she hardly even looked at my face.
Then she turned around and walked back into the kitchen. The other
two girls pulled the girl off the couch and guided her into the
kitchen, following the woman. She had a lot of trouble walking and
the other two girls practically had to carry her. From where we
were sitting, we could see the two girls get her up to a table and
lean her over the edge, face down. Then they stood there and held
her. The woman, who had disappeared from sight, returned with a
belt or strap or something in her hand. It looked like leather and she
had folded it double.
Then I couldn't believe it! She started whacking the girl's behind
with the strap, but I couldn't believe how hard she was doing it. The
girl jumped at the first whack and the other two girls grabbed her
tighter to hold her down. Then she jerked with each whack and it
was obvious that she was struggling to get away. I could barely hear
her trying to scream through the gag. But the woman just kept
beating and beating her--I couldn't count how many times.
I started shivering. I couldn't believe we'd gotten ourselves into
this. I continued watching as if in a trance. The woman finally
stopped, and then had what looked like a thin piece of bamboo in her
hand. She whipped the girl's rear with it and the girl jumped again
and looked like she was struggling even harder. I started to squirm.
I had to get out of there, but I had no idea how. The girl was still
struggling and the woman was still working on her rear. She stopped
a couple of times for a few seconds while the other girls got a
better grip on the girl. They just went on and on and I couldn't
believe it!
I had wriggled onto the floor and was trying to figure out what to do
next. I was in a blind panic. It briefly registered in my mind that
Sarah was there too--she was still sitting on the couch, staring at
the spectacle in the kitchen and looked frightened out of her wits.
But she hadn't moved a muscle.
A couple of girls came in (both nude) and saw me on the floor.
"I guess this one doesn't want to go through with it," said one of the
two. They immediately started untying me and ungagging me. I
couldn't believe it: they were going to free me just like that! I had
been scared that there was no way out! After they untied me, they
led me out. I turned around and looked at Sarah. She was still
sitting there, making no move to come along.
"Sarah?" I queried. She turned her head and looked at me. Her eyes
were filled with fright, but she just sat there. Our eyes were locked
for a few seconds, then one of the girls pulled on me and said to
come on. They led me to another empty room and gave me my clothes
and told me I could get dressed.
Just as I was finished getting dressed, Hillary walked in... nude.
Suddenly I felt so funny standing there dressed next to Hillary,
completely naked. I must have giggled nervously. She led me to the
front door and told me not to worry and that if I should ever have a
change of heart, to let her know and she'd bring me back. I couldn't
keep myself from an occasional glance at her body which was
absolutely flawless. She was beautiful dressed or not. Then she
looked down at her own breasts, then I saw that her eyes were
looking back up at me under her brows. She was grinning at me. I
felt so foolish.
I walked away from there, my mind spinning. I was still shivering at
the thought of the whipping I witnessed. And me, unable to stop
them if they planned to force me! And Sarah not coming back with
me. And Hillary. Sarah never returned that night and she still
wasn't back when I woke up. I finally ran into her that evening at
supper: she got in line with me. I was dying to ask her what
happened, but I was strangely reticent to bring it up. We talked as
usual and she came and sat with me as usual.
Halfway through eating supper, she stood up without warning and
went over to Hillary's table. I stared at her for a couple of seconds
and then got control of myself again. She walked over, talked briefly
to one of the girls and then went back to the cafeteria line and came
back carrying something. When she got closer I realized it was a
fork. She gave it back to the girl she had talked to and returned to
me. That was the strangest thing--I didn't know what to make of it.
On the way out, I had another surprise: I looked over at Hillary's
table and I discovered that Wendy Taylor was sitting with them! She
was just talking and laughing with the rest of them. I just walked
on with Sarah back to our room, wondering what was going on.
The next morning when Sarah and I were in line for breakfast,
Hillary walked right up to us. She gave Sarah a couple of books she
was carrying. Sarah left the line and went and put them on Hillary's
usual table and then came back. Other than that, Sarah and I had our
usual breakfast except I noticed that other girls besides Sarah
sometimes went over to Hillary's table and did them little favors,
and later between classes I saw the same thing happen outside. I
realized that Hillary's friends would just call a girl over as if she
were a waitress and the girl would always come. That night at
supper I saw more of the same. And Wendy Taylor was sitting at
Hillary's table again.
Sarah sometimes went off in the evening and I don't know where she
was going. She'd still be gone in the morning. Once I was still
hanging out at the room when she showed up in the middle of one
morning after being out. She saw me and she acted a little weird.
She looked worn out and she said she wanted to take a shower. But
she wouldn't undress: she got out some clean clothes and took them
to the bathroom.
But somehow, other than her all-night excursions and the little
favors she did for Hillary's group, she actually seemed a little
friendlier to me. There was one other incident that left me
wondering. One day I was going back to my room and I noticed a
couple of senior girls who were friends of Hillary's leaving our
hallway. Our hallway has just freshmen so I was a little surprised
to see them. When I got to our room, the door was open about two
inches. I walked in and was amazed to see Sarah, completely naked,
kneeling on the floor next to her bed with her body on the bed. Her
rear was sticking out in a way that was positively lewd. Her head
was sideways, flat on the bed, facing my way, and her eyes were
open, but she didn't look at me at all. She just looked like she was in
a trance. I said her name twice before she even moved an inch.
Then she lifted her body slowly, looked at me and said she had been
lost in thought.
I've run into Hillary a few times since then, and she is always
friendly and open with me and I always have the feeling she is
waiting for me to ask to go back. Once I saw her walking across the
campus with Wendy Taylor and I felt a knot in my chest. I realized
that a part of me wanted to strangle Wendy. Or wanted to be where
she was. Or something, I didn't know what. Hillary was so beautiful,
walking in the sun and the wind.
I wish I felt like I knew what was going on. I wish I knew what
Sarah did. I thought about telling Hillary that I'd go with her to be
initiated. I felt jealous of Sarah's courage as well as her social
position--when Hillary and those other girls talked to her, I felt
completely out of it, even if I was standing there with them. I felt
so out of it.
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