by Ella Ford
Finally, Molly spoke. “Last one. This is ‘Beth’.”
I felt a warm hand on my upper arm and a nearby presence. “Well hello Beth! I’m so glad you could make it tonight honey! My name is Jodi, and I’m rush coordinator for Delta Iota Kappa. I hope you don’t mind all this pomp and ceremony! The bag is a little much, I find, but tradition is tradition.” Jody spoke with a broad southern accent, her “I’m” came out as “Ah’m”.
“Yes ma’am,” I replied, with as much polite respect as I could muster. Jody’s hand lingered on my arm and she remained silent. I felt strangely scrutinised.
Finally, she spoke again, her voice more direct and stern than before. “Thank you kindly Molly. That will be all for tonight.” And with that, Molly released my arm and headed off down the steps.
I felt a gentle tug as Jodi directed me to enter the house. I gingerly stepped forward, through the door and into the entrance hall.
“Now, I’m going to take you through to the dining room,” Jodi said, her voice sugary and pleasant, “and introduce you to the sorority and other rushes.”
I nodded from within the bag, suddenly feeling my heart rate quicken. The prospect of being paraded before my future sisters like cattle was about to become a reality.
“Now Beth. Listen to me honey. It’s very important that you understand that everything you see and do here tonight is strictly sorority business. We need to make sure that only girls of a particular calibre are made pledges, so we need to test you in ways that may seem strange and disturbing to you. If you feel that you’re not up to it, then this is your opportunity to turn around now and back out. No-one would think any less of you.”
I realised that this was the point of no return. I could either go forward, embrace the ways of Delta Iota Kappa and take advantage of everything they could offer me, or I could leave, go back to my drab existence, face a future of mediocrity and boredom. I contemplated this for about five nanoseconds before realising that it was never really in any doubt. I was ready, ready to face whatever the sorority threw at me!
“I understand,” I replied, taking great care to stop my voice from trembling, “I want to proceed.”
Chapter 2
Jodi led me into a room to the left of where we entered. I became aware of a low noise around me, the intangible hum of whispered conversation just out of earshot. There was an unmistakable buzz of anticipation in the air, an electric energy that was almost palpable.
I was guided forward and brought to a standstill several feet from where we entered the room. With a light push, Jodi turned me around to face her, then withdrew from me and I was alone. I wondered where I was, who was with me, what was going to happen. I struggled to make out any words that were being spoken, but the bag muffled the sound into meaninglessness. Faintly, I sensed a presence to my left and right, a light warmth on my skin that contrasted with the air in the room.
“Rushes! Welcome to Delta Iota Kappa initiation.” The voice that spoke was Jodi’s, the thick southern accent clearly identifying her. The other voices in the room had fallen into perfect silence when she began talking. “As you no doubt know, Delta Iota Kappa has been around for many, many years. One of the oldest sororities on campus and, indeed, in this great nation of ours. We are rightly proud of our heritage and jealously protect our traditions and principles.”
I heard a murmur of agreement ripple around the room, and single clap from my right.
“So you should be aware that being invited to pledge for Delta Iota Kappa is a great honor that is bestowed on only the most upstanding, most impressive girls in college. You should feel rightly proud that you, above all others, are standing here tonight.”
There was another ripple of agreement, and a small applause. The room fell silent once more and a tension fell on me. This was it, the moment of truth...
“But you are not sorority sisters yet. There is one final worth you need to prove. One final test you must take to prove that you are Delta Iota Kappa material. Are you ready for this test?”
“Yes, sister,” I spoke, almost without thinking, and was joined by two or three other voices from beside me. I realised that I was standing with the other rushes.
“Very well! Then I wish you luck. Take off your hoods,” she issued the command nonchalantly, and obediently I raised my hands and pulled the bag over my head.
Unused to the light, my eyes struggled for a few seconds and I couldn’t see anything. I blinked rapidly, and the room slowly swam into focus.
The dining room was vast, wider than most living rooms and considerably longer. It was ornate and old, yet immaculately presented. To one side, opposite the door to the room, was a fireplace that flickered and roared in the dim light. Above the fireplace was a grand old portrait of a serious looking young woman. It clearly dated back to the early days of the sorority, as the woman’s clothing was distinctly colonial. My eyes lingered on this painting for several seconds, intrigued by something that I couldn’t quite put my finger on. I thought it might be the model’s face, which was somehow both feminine yet distinctly commanding. There was an almost masculine quality to it.
I shook my head and looked around. I was standing in the middle of the room. To my left and right were three other girls. Each was dressed similarly to myself, adorned in white and distinctly virginal. I didn’t recognise any of them from campus, though noted that each girl was deeply attractive.
Surrounding where we stood was a loose ring of chairs and sofas, on which sat fifteen or so sorority members. Or what I assumed to be sorority members. Most reclined idly, sipping from long stemmed wine glasses. Each was dressed as though attending a cocktail party. Extravagant looking dresses with pretty heels and sculpted hairstyles.
Standing alone before them was Jodi. The rush coordinator was every inch the perfect southern belle. A round, attractive face with large eyes and full, red lips. Long, curly blonde hair that bounced over her shoulders and down her back. She wore a pretty floral dress with an immaculate fit that hugged her figure and emphasised her heaving breasts. I found myself idly hoping that whatever the initiation rites involved, I would at least get to explore that heavenly body.
“Ladies. The first test is a test that will measure your loyalty to your sisters and your respect of the sorority hierarchy. I’m going to give you a series of commands. I want you to follow them without question, no matter how they make you feel. Is that clear?”
“Yes, sister,” we replied, again, in perfect harmony.
“Good. Take off your clothes,” she said matter-of-factly, then turned to pick up her wine glass from a small table. A lecturous look spread across her face as she took a long sip from the wine and studied us.
I was ready for this, prepared for the humiliating degradation and willing to do anything that was asked of me in order to get into the sorority. I started undressing, and was distantly aware that some of the other girls that stood with me were doing the same. As I popped each of the buttons down the front of my dress, I glanced around and saw that the girl on the end of the row hadn’t started undressing.
She was a cute redhead with a very pretty face that was held in a look of perfect despair. Her arms were crossed defensively in front of her and a single tear rolled down her cheek. I wondered to myself how someone could be so naive. She was joining a sorority, not an after-school chess club. Of course she would be expected to please her sisters!
I turned my attention to myself again and let my light cotton dress fall down around my legs. With a deft flick of my foot, I kicked it behind me. Next, I reached behind myself and unclasped my bra, letting it fall forwards over my arms to the floor. As my breasts fell free, I felt a sudden stab of shame at my nakedness. It was brief and unexpected, I’d thought myself perfectly ready for whatever the sorority asked of me. But standing here, before the room full of roaming eyes that studied us with hungry intensity, I felt something beyond my initial confidence. I felt exposed and scrutinised, helpless and uncertain.
I st
ruggled to fight the feeling, concentrating only on the end goal. With trembling hands, I reached down and hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my panties, then slowly eased them down my thighs. They fell to the floor to join the dress and my bra, and I was left completely naked but for the white ballet flats. I had an overwhelming urge to cover my breasts and pussy with my arms, but somehow resisted the temptation and instead stood up straight and crossed my hands behind my back.
I glanced around. Two of the other girls were similarly naked. The one to my left, a short haired blonde with amazing eyes, looked utterly unashamed of her nakedness. She stood confident and tall, with a look of supreme composure on her pretty face. To my right, an asian girl stood, a pained expression on her delicate face. She seemed to be fighting the same battle that I had fought.
The redhead on the end of our line had still not moved, and I longed to go to her and hug her, my earlier disdain giving way to sympathy. She was clearly not comfortable in this situation.
From across the room, Jodi spoke once more. “Thank you ladies. Well, most of you.” She stepped purposefully across to the redhead and stopped directly before her. With a tender motion, she placed her index finger underneath the redhead’s chin and gently lifted her head until they were both staring at each other, faces inches apart.
“Now. Kate wasn’t it?” The redhead nodded mutely. “You don’t appear to be naked? Do you actually want to be in our sorority?” purred Jodi, her words laced with mock concern. The redhead nodded again, a look of uncertainty on her face. “Speak up girl!” snapped Jodi.
“Y-yes, sister,” said Kate.
Jodi lowered her head until her nose was almost touching Kate’s. She spoke once more, her voice calm and assured, yet filled with a particular menace that caused me to shudder. “Then I will ask you one, more, time. Take your fucking clothes off.”
“Y-yes, sister,” replied Kate, barely whispering her words.
To her credit, Kate complied with the order. With trembling hands working their way down the delicate buttons of the dress, she slowly undressed. It must have been horrible, the eyes of everyone were on her as she did it, and she was blushing furiously all the while. But eventually, she joined us in our nakedness and the four of us stood and faced the sorority, waiting for our next trial.
Jodi returned to the center of the room and turned to face us again. She smiled warmly and flicked her eyes over our bodies. “Excellent! With barely a single complaint either. And, if I may say so, you are all quite, quite gorgeous as well. Wouldn’t you agree ladies?”
There was a murmur of agreement from the other girls in the room.
“Okay! The first trial is over. Let’s move on.” She paused for few moments and let the tension in the room build. “Now. Beth and Jenny,” she pointed at myself and the confident blonde, “and Kate and Amanda. Turn and face each other.”
I turned to my left and found myself facing Jenny. The blonde was taller than me and peered down with a peculiar smirk that was equal parts mischief and disdain.
Jodi spoke again, her voice laced with amusement. “Now, I want to see you girls put on a show for us. I want to see you make out,” she said, “And Kate, don’t make me ask you twice!”
Before I could move, Jenny had stepped forward to stand directly in front of me. She placed a slender arm around my waist and pulled my body close to hers. I gasped as she pushed against me, the soft warmth of her skin overwhelming me with its proximity. I gazed up at her, finding her studying me with bright blue eyes, flicking between my lips and my neck as though trying to decide which to taste first. I found myself unable to resist, and surrendered myself to her. My heart was pounding and I felt a light flush spreading across my chest and up my neck to my face. And something else, something not altogether unexpected, yet surprisingly all the same. I felt a growing warmth in my abdomen, a heat that spread out from my pussy to my belly and down my legs. There was something intoxicating about this whole situation, something indescribably erotic about being at the mercy of this room of women. The closeness of Jenny set my passions flying and rendered me mute with desire.
Jenny leaned down and briefly brushed her lips against mine. She felt soft and wet, the compelling mixture of her perfume and hot breath in my nose left me lightheaded and I feared I would faint.
“Like you fucking mean it, ladies!” snapped Jodi from somewhere else in the universe and I realised that delicate pecks would not be enough for this trial.
Jenny realised the same and leaned down once more, locking her lips against mine and kissing me deeply. I succumbed to her assault and allowed her free reign, parting my lips to open my mouth to her. With no further encouragement from me, she thrust her tongue forwards and probed my mouth. I pushed back with my own tongue, tentatively at first, but gaining confidence as lust overwhelmed my nerves.
I found my first kiss with another girl to be intoxicating. She was soft and tender, yet frantic and charged with a sexual energy that I had never encountered before. I savored the soft touch of her skin against me, the way her breasts squashed against mine and caused an intolerable friction on my nipples. Her hands roamed over my entire body, gripping my naked ass, grabbing at my thighs and cupping my cheek in her palm to hold me in place. I allowed myself to be directed by her, relishing the taste of her mouth and the heady aroma of her desire. And I found myself experiencing other desires. Desires that were unfamiliar yet perfectly comfortable. I longed to reach down and touch her, to plunge my fingers between her legs and explore her most intimate areas. I longed to feel her tongue on my body, inside my body.
“Stop kissing!” came a sudden shout, and Jenny promptly pulled back from me, leaving me reeling and alone once more. I panted heavily and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. I craved the taste of her again, yet knew that I must remain compliant. Struggling to find my focus, I turned once more to face the room. To my right, I sensed Kate and Amanda, their own breath coming in short gasps, much like my own.
Jodi stood before us, a look of quiet contemplation on her face. “Okay ladies, warm-up’s over. Let’s get serious.” She pointed at the floor in front of us, “Beth, Kate, lie on your backs. Pussy this way.”
Still giddy from the kiss, I found myself obediently lowering to the floor. I glanced around and found Kate doing the same, her previous look of utter despair now tempered and replaced by mild apprehension. I found myself feeling glad that she’d overcome these first trials. I also found myself longing to take one of her nipples in my mouth. It was that kind of a night!
Once on the floor, I lay back and patiently awaited the next command. I had a hunch what it might be and the prospect thrilled me in ways I couldn’t possibly have anticipated.
As I lay there, Jodi stepped up to me and I felt the gentle tap of her shoe on my calf. “Open your legs Beth, let’s see what we’re working with here.” Apprehensively, I let my knees fall apart and felt a shudder run up my spine at the cool air of the room fell on my exposed pussy. I shut my eyes and tried to ignore the wild urge to stand up and run, to cover myself and break free from the hungry stares of the sorority.
“Okay, good. Now, Jenny, sit on Beth’s face. Amanda, you sit on Kate’s,” Jodi commanded.
Kate gasped and stuttered in protest, “W-wait, I d-don’t know… I c-can’t…”
Jodi turned and fixed her icy stare on the panicking redhead. “Do you not wish to join Delta Iota Kappa Kate? Did you think you could be a sister and not know how to eat a pussy? Grow the fuck up or get the hell out of my house, is that clear?” The tone of her voice made it very clear that Kate was on her final warning.
“I… Y-yes, sister,” Kate capitulated and I felt another pang of sympathy for the girl.
“Get on with it, we don’t have all day,” snapped Jodi again and I watched Jenny stroll over to where I lay. With her feet at either side of my head, she lowered herself into position, kneeling over my arms and pinning me in place. I wondered idly if placing me in this restrictive position was purposeful
, some dominant fantasy of Jenny’s. I didn’t really care.
I stared up at Jenny’s pussy as it hung above my face. She was completely clean shaven, a hairless slit that glistened in the dim light of the room with the juices of Jenny’s lust. As I watched, she stroked her left hand over her lips, plunging her fingers into that wet chasm and spreading it open for me to observe. The pink complexity of her labia opened out before me and she playfully grasped the nub of her clitoris between her index and middle finger and squeezed lightly. The intent was clear, she was providing me guidance. Giving me a chance to orient myself before she smothered me with her sex and I was left to navigate by instinct alone. I wondered if Amanda was being so considerate with Kate…
I took a deep breath, preparing myself for my first taste of another woman. My nose and throat filled with the rich aroma of Jenny’s desire, cloying and intoxicating. My apprehension faded rapidly and I found myself craving that sweet musk, to taste it on my tongue, to drink her inside of me. And then she lowered herself down and my world collapsed to that damp area.
I felt a panic rising in me, an unrelenting sense of claustrophobia and confinement. I could feel her on my face, the wet skin of her pussy sliding against me as she grinded herself back and forth, urging me onwards. Tentatively, I flicked my tongue forwards, slowly lapping at her lips with no real force. She tasted exquisite, an indescribable flavor that seemed entirely novel but yet strangely familiar. It was the taste of womanhood, pure femininity, distilled and concentrated.
Spurred on by the briefest of tastes, I thrust my tongue forward with an unexpected confidence, nestling the tip of it into her damp folds and seeking out the center of her pleasure. Above me, I heard her moan as she lay her hands on my knees to steady herself. Teasingly, I swirled my tongue around her clitoris, never settling on a single rhythm and never applying too much pressure.