Chapter 15

Take Alabama Interstate 20 to University Boulevard, then to Colonial Drive, then to Magnolia Drive until you arrive at quaint historical Lane Hall House. Home of Kappa Omega Chi Sorority, or better known as the KOC girls. Lane Hall House is a sprawling three story red brick building spread out over an entire block within walking distance of anything on campus. Four massive Grecian carved marble columns frame it’s large white entrance doors. Chi Omega and Kappa Alpha Theta might have more members true, but they were known to be dull book worms, stuck up, and unfriendly to any but their own kind.

KOA’s on the other hand were academically over achievers true, but out going and friendly to everybody. They were also tops in the arts, turning out classical musicians as well as noted modern female pop stars, and cheerleaders as well as gymnastic stars and ballerinas. Most of all they were noted for their past alumni willing to always help the younger generation KOC and actually treating the poorer less fortunate first time girls as well as the super effluent but spoiled children of legacy alumni.

Upon entering Lane Hall House you were confronted by the large framed oil portrait of Madam Dorinda McMann the original chartered founder of the Lane Hall House chapter of Kappa Omega Chi. Off to the right side of it was the duty desk manned at all times by the House Mother or one of her assistants, the so call “Older Sisters”. At that point you were asked to state your business.

If you were a man there to pick up your date, the girl was either waiting in the parlor or waiting room area to be paged. If she wasn’t there she was contacted by her cell phone which was required to have the KOC mobile pager app installed. The House Mother was noted for inspecting male dates as suitable candidates for KOC girls. If a young man was judged to be unsuitable he was usually dropped by the girl in question shortly after his impromptu interview was over.

Of course there were notable exceptions to the Rule where the House Mother disapproved of the boy, but granted the girl a so call “provisional acceptance”. If the girl herself could bring him up to KOC standards within the provisional time period then the House Mother would approve of him. A KOC girl never lowered her standard was the first hard Rule of being a KOC girl.

“The Greek system at the university isn’t recognized by the school itself, in fact no Greek system is. This means sororities and fraternities aren’t subject to campus rules of behavior or conduct even if the House is on campus. During Rush Week potential pledges attended info sessions where all the sisters promise there will be absolutely no hazing, but it’s part of the ritual of Greek life. When offered a bid most girls decide to pledge even knowing they are going to likely be hazed anyway.” Elsa started off.

“Yes, KOC pledges are hazed”, Elsa told us all, “and any Sister will tell you that it leads to stronger bonding and breaks down barriers we didn’t even know we had. When you’re huddled outside the House together in line waiting for a pledge event to happen, sometimes at the Witching Hour 3 or 4am in the morning, in nothing but a thin sheer slip you were sleeping in, panties, and sox’s, in the dead of winter freezing to death, you’re forced to bond with your other fellow soon to be Sisters. The pledging period usually ends with what is referred to in the pledge handout booklet as a ‘Inspiration Period’, which most Greek organizations call Hell Week. I really did make some amazing friends during those tough times!” Elsa wound up her story for us.

Now I was with Elsa, the Twins, Cathy and Patty, Billy and Liz before the House Mother’s desk asking to see the House Mother. Well maybe I should describe myself at this time, there have been a few changes. When Elsa did her psychic surgery on me, and opened up my little bit of Power. It has allowed my harem to fully bond with me through the Power.

No, I didn’t go crazy, or do like the evil Company, and grab the first normal I came across and drain her of life to recapture my extreme youth I’m happy to report. But the harem was now voluntarily supplying me with a steady trickle of Power through that bond somehow and I was continuing to grow younger. Over time Elsa assures me that cell by cell I will grow back to look like I remember my body in my mid twenties. A lot of this is self image she says. Your mental will or imagination adjusting your real body to fit the image of your body you like best. That image fixed in your mind. She tells me that in time I will be able to look in the mirror and change aspects of my body and alter my image over time.

No, I’m afraid that if you have lost a limb, or something, it will not self regenerate and grow a new one. If something is lost it’s just lost, not replaced. Well at least they haven’t found a way yet to do that. I was sorry to hear that because I had lost most of my real teeth years ago I told the harem one night when I drank too much.

So I was sort of shocked when Elsa informed me that that was easily fixed. Tolen, the Hyperborean High Priest, had told her that the teeth are the simplest things of all to replace in the human body. The Temple’s psychic surgeons had found hundreds of years ago that nine weeks after conception an embryo becomes a fully developed fetus. The aborted fetus at nine weeks has a full set of teeth buds kernels, small minute things that will develop and grow into a normal healthy tooth if transplanted into a special growth culture and fed special fast grow drugs. If a whole set is transplanted in the right order and the immune system of the recipient is suppressed to accept them they will become a new set of teeth.

It was even unnecessary to suppress the immune system response if the fetus was custom grown using the recipient’s own DNA to create the embryo. Of course the recipient will still be living on a liquid diet for at least a year or more after the bud kernels are implanted in the jaw bones. Nobody knew how long it would take me with the Power boost I was now receiving from my loyal harem.

As a matter of note here about the original Hyperborean culture. The 9 week old fully developed fetus can be removed alive from the mother’s womb and placed in one of the Hyperborean semi sentient psychic battery cells, and force fed rapid growth hormones to mature any body part needed to be harvested for a priest in a relatively short time the High Priest had told Elsa.

These psychic battery cells or human length tubes the Hyperborean’s created are themselves partially sentient creatures breed by the Temple’s psychic surgeons with their psychic magical skills. This process allows for the replacement of limbs and other organs the Priests themselves loose over time.

“I am Elsa Schäfer, an Elder Sister of Kappa Omega Chi, from Universidad de Buenos Aires, of Buenos Aires, Argentina here on official Sorority business. We wish to be escorted to the House Mother at this time Sister.” Elsa stated and gave all the secret signs that identified her as an initiate of the inner circle of KOC with all the privileges of Sisterhood.

“As you well know Sister no male may enter these sacred halls, not even if he is escorted by a Elder Sister such as yourself. Wait here while I go to confer with the House Mother on this matter.” The duty officer took out her cell phone and in a little while a novice showed up to take the Older Sister’s place at the desk. Hours, well really only minutes latter the Older Sister and House Mother were back.

“What is this all about Elder Sister?” The House Mother asked, after the secret rituals of identification were gone through.

“I wish to call a meeting of the Inner Sanctum Mother, we have been betrayed.” Elsa started, but was interrupted by the House Mother.

“That would require notification...” Elsa cut her off sharply.

“This is a Code Epsilon Emergency Mother override Delta.” Elsa used the codes she had memorized as a Witch to use on the lower Sisters or normals of the Chapter in an emergency.

I watched in fascination as the Mother’s eyes glazed over for a second and then went back to normal. The Older Sister didn’t notice the small change in the Mother at all.

“Follow me Sister.” The Mother started off down the wide hall.

“But Mother...” The Older Sister started.

“This is not for you Ellen. Take up your desk duty, and send poor Judy back to her other duties. We are not to be disturbed Ellen, and send the Sisters that will be arriving shortly straight back to my private chambers when they arrive Ellen. That’s a good girl. I or one of the other Sisters may need to speak to you latter Ellen so don’t leave when you go off duty latter.” Mother instructed Ellen.

“Yes, Mother.” Ellen answered back glumly.

“So you know one of the Codes of Obedience and you know of the Inner Sanctum. What else do you know of us Witch?” Mother hissed through her clinched teeth after we were all seated comfortably in her large private meeting quarters that could hold a hundred people easily around the two long polished birds eye maple tables that dominated the room. Both of them facing a large podium at the other end of the room.

“A foreign Sister, even a full Witch such as yourself has never had the unmitigated gall to march into one of our own halls and order a meeting of covens like this. It is just not done Sister. There will be a price to pay for ... for ... for this sacrilege. Mark my word Sister somebody will pay in blood before this day is over.” Mother all but raved at us.

“Will you make the calls or do I need to use other Words of Power on you Sister” Elsa asked sweetly.

Going to the podium Mother busied herself at a laptop computer. Returning to us a short time latter.

“It’s done! Damn you! Our three local full covens have been notified, there are 20 singles that have no covens but keep us informed of their presence as you should have done. I informed them of the ordered meeting too. Now we wait till midnight the proper Witching Hour Sisters. I will have to leave in a little while to take care of Ellen and her replacement.” Mother told us.

“Ellen is Witch?” Elsa questioned.

“Yes, but you can’t have her...” Elsa cut her off.

“Do I have to remind you of your place Sister?” Elsa raised her voice.

“No! Damn you!” She hissed again.

“Bring her to us now, I have need of strong talent, and she will be my truth at trial tonight. Bring her at once.” Elsa dismissed the Mother on her errand.

Minutes later the Mother was back with Ellen in tow.

“What level girl?” Elsa questioned the now frightened Ellen.

“Sometimes 4th level Mam.” Ellen answered shakily.

“True Mother?” Elsa questioned.

“That one! Maybe on a good day once, ha.” Mother huffed.

“So your a good steady 3rd girl?” Elsa demanded.

“I wasn’t lying Mam I did reach 4th level once last week with the dice.” Ellen babbled.

“Quite girl, come here and sit. No, no, don’t say anything just sit. Lend me a little support here Twins.” Elsa directed everybody.

“We all know what has to be done Elsa.” Came back from the Twins.

“What are you going to do to me Mam?” A nervous Ellen began to shake.

“No need for that Ellen only good things are in store for you. Your fixing to, if we get it just right, jump right up to the top of your class. A good steady level 5.” Liz assured Ellen.

“Done!” A calm Cathy announced to the room.

“Since she knows something of the Power already she should be able to feel something now. How do you feel Ellen? Notice anything different?” Patty asked.

“Yes ... Yes ... I feel like I’m going to pass out...” And she did. Sliding out of the chair just as I caught her.

“Lay her out on the floor over there slave.” Elsa snapped at me. In this situation I was the loyal sex slave.

“Lets hope she recovers in the next 12 hours Mistress.” I answered.

“You didn’t have permission to speak slave. Do you wish to be punished?” Elsa played her part all too well.

“Forgive this one Mistress.” I begged dropping to the floor to worship Elsa’s lovely feet. We had time to kill and I could really get into this role playing as Elsa’s obedient love slave while we waited for the other Witches to show up. I for one didn’t figure that any of the covens would show up before Denny Chimes began to announce it was midnight.

The Twins argued that the traditional Christian Witching hour was somewhere around 3 or 4 am. The time when any decent God fearing Christian had said his prayers and gone to bed. Liz on the other hand pointed out that most of this started in the old world, which is on a different time table than us. I was tempted to ask if that was Greenwich standard time or Rocky Mountain standard time, but being a lowly slave at this time it wasn’t nice to question ones betters.

Then of course there was the single 20 Witches who might show up at any time just to see what was going on Elsa reminded us all. Right now it was only 11am Central time so we had at least 12 to 16 hours to wait. Who knows I thought to myself Ellen might wake up by then.

As luck would have it at 4pm three Witches from the local old fokes home showed up to see what all the fuss was about. They had to be 80 if they were a day old. Discovering there was going to be a trial later tonight they decided to stick around and watch. This decided Elsa on ordering in.

“Since we’re going to be here a while lets have Mother get us something to eat. Liz you go with her to be sure she gets everything necessary. We’ll have 60 maybe 70 people to feed and don’t forget to pick up some drinks and water. We’re going to be here a long time I fear.” Elsa directed Liz and Mother. I consulted my cell phone restaurant app and chose Dreamland BBQ which I showed Liz before she left.

“And now slave what is a fitting punishment for a rebellious slave like you.” Elsa asked the room aloud.

“Maybe this one could massage Mistress and relieve some of her stress while she thinks of a more fitting punishment Mistress. This one is very good with his hands and fingers Mistress. Even you have remarked on the pleasure I have brought you Mistress from time to time.” I hammed it up for our audience of three.

“And where would we take up this activity slave?” Elsa asked, her arms sweeping the large but sparsely furnished room. “On one of the tables perhaps?” She asked.

“We could remove the cushions from the benches out in the hall and bring them in here and lay them on the floor Mistress. Then you could lay out flat on them and I could show you what Mistress Renee has taught this one about “Reflexology”.” I failed to tell her how Renee used my poor body as her demonstration dummy.

“And what is this Reflexology slave.” Elsa inquired showing some interest after consideration.

“It goes back to 1915 and a doctor named William Fitzgerald and what he called “Zone Therapy” that got a lot of publicity when he published, “To Stop That Toothache, Squeeze Your Toe”. It actually worked and he gained a following. Then a woman named Eunice Ingham, who is known as the “pioneer of modern Reflexology,” came along then and built on his work. She painstakingly mapped out the connections between the feet and all the corresponding organs and glands in the human body. She devised a system of techniques that enabled the practitioner to contact the reflexes in the most effective and economical ways possible. This system is now known as the “Original Ingham Method” and though this method has been refined over time, her legacy is still the foundation of modern Reflexology today.” I paused to allow for questions, but nobody said anything so I continued.

“Reflexology is a relatively quick massage treatment that focuses only on the feet, hands, ears, and head believe it or not Mistress. The basis for Reflexology, or Zonal Therapy, is based on the theory that the body is divided into ten zones running longitudinally from the top of your head to the tips of your toes, with five reflex points on each side of the body. Practitioners believe that pressure on these reflex points on the foot or hand will affect body organs in the same zone.” Once again I paused for questions then continued.

“The best therapists practicing Reflexology also include hands as well as feet as part of the treatment. If it’s done right you should feel an effect over your entire body once the therapist is done, but if the therapist is less skilled, or inadequately trained you’ll just feel like you’ve had a very nice long and pleasant foot massage. Still good I guess, but Mistress Renee will be disappointed if she hears of this ones failure Mistress.” I finished.

“Do I have to get naked to do this slave?” Elsa demanded.

“Oh, no Mistress we only work on the hands and feet, well some times the ears and head. But I only intend to work your feet today Mistress.” I was being truthful because all Renee had taught me so far was about my own feet. I would only be doing to them what Renee had done to me. Of course if I did it right she would a wet puddle of sexual hormones when I got through with her, just like I was when Renee got through with me, ha, ha.

“Slave if all your going to do is give me a foot massage why do I need to lie down? Couldn’t you do this just as well with me sitting in this chair slave?” She questioned me.

“Well I could Mistress but I’m sure you would get more enjoyment reclined on the cushions on the floor Mistress.” I told her truthfully.

“You say this foot massage effects organs and glands slave?” Elsa asked.

“Oh yes Mistress.” I answered.

“Do one of those first. I wish to observe this wonderful foot massage of yours in action slave. Eeny, meeny, miny, moe. Catch a tiger by the toe. If he hollers let him go! Eeny, meeny, miny, moe. You hag number two get to be the guinea pig in this experiment. Do her slave.” Elsa directed.

“And what will you do if I object bitch? I’m only here to see you get handled by the other covens, not to get a foot massages from your lackey.” Little old lady number two baited Elsa.

“Mam I’m very good at this and it’s wonderful for providing relief for aching joints, lower back pain, kidney...” Old lady number two stopped me there.

“Stop right there young man. First bitch my name is Jillianne, Jill for short, and I do have lower back pain and kidney pain. The medication the damn quack doctor is giving me doesn’t seem to be working and I could use some relief. If you think that your foot massage will really help I’m willing to try it. But first what is your name young man? I refuse to demean you by calling you slave.” Jill asked.

“He’s my slave...” Elsa started before Jill cut her off.

“You gave me his services bitch! As long as he’s mine he’ll have a name.” Jill raised her voice at Elsa, and the other two old ladies added their “here, here” to her rant.

“Have it your way Jill, his name is Eddie, or Edward, or Ed, I forget, what was it slave?” Elsa laughed.

“Eddie Mistress Jill.” I allowed.

“I’m Jill, that’s Jane, and that one is Robin. We’re sisters, I’m the middle, and I’m 75. We’re the last of our coven and we’ve seen better days. I’m willing to try anything to get rid of this slow constant dull throbbing pain Eddie. What do I need to do young man.” Jill asked.

“Just set back and let me do all the work Jill. As I said before even if I don’t find the median points and reach your pain you’ll get a good relaxing foot massage out of this. A good relaxing foot massage is worth something isn’t it Jill? To feel the aches and pains of your toes melt away is worth something right. As I stroke down your leg to your toes you can feel the stress and pain leave your body, just flowing out of your body, and your just floating away.” I kept up the massage and hypnotic induction. Yes, I had added the hypnosis to Renee’s rather blunt-force-trama approach to spa therapy.

By this time the other two sisters were standing behind Jill’s chair and having to hold her in place or she would have been a puddle on the floor otherwise. Trust me on this, there is a marked difference between, “you are going deeper and deeper asleep”, and “your getting more and more relaxed”. Left to her own devices Jill would have long ago melted right out of her light brown pecan wood Louis XV straight backed chair onto the floor and maybe hurt herself without their assistance.

After keeping her this relaxed state for an hour, and I did find all the pressure points Renee had described and demonstrated on my own body, I was ready to bring Jill back up to the normal world we live in most of the time.

“And your becoming more and more aware of your body. Drifting up, up, up, feeling better and better as you rise, and now your fully awake and ready to wake up feeling wonderful about your body.” And at that point I reached over and firmly shook her shoulders with my hands.

“I must have dozed off there for a minute. I thought you was going to massage my feet? Wait you were massaging my feet ... and ... and ... then you were waking me up. What’s going on here? And why are you two buzzards perched at my shoulders?” Jill started to notice the changes around herself.

“How do you feel? How are your aches and pains?” I asked.

“I feel just like I always feel. How should I feel? Wait the dull throbbing aching is gone. It’s funny you would think that you would notice it right off when they disappeared but you don’t. I haven’t felt this good in years.” Jill admitted to her sisters and us.

“You cheated you just hypnotized her to believe she feels better.” Robin the older sister accused.

“Ladies it’s all “the power of positive thinking”. Eunice Ingham’s, “Original Ingham Method”, or modern Reflexology, both may take advantage of the so called “Placebo Effect”, if you believe it will, it will. Nobody really knows why it works, but it does work, there’s no doubt it works. I only enhance mine with the hypnosis Mistress.” I justified my improvement.

“I saw it and I want some slave. Here’s my feet get busy.” Jane the younger sister insisted as she sat down and offered her feet.