Welcome to Sigma Epsilon Chi Sorority

This story depicts an imaginary sorority initiation with strong sexual elements. It is a fantasy, and this author does not condone any situation in real life where a person is convinced or coerced to engage in a sexual act. All depictions are fictions and all participants well above the age of consent.

Did she really want to get in a sorority at all? I mean, hanging out with crowds of girls had never been her thing; certainly not the giggling over boys' bad habits or comparing nail jobs, or swapping outfits. Okay, she admitted to being a nerd. She actually liked to study. The library was her 'home from home'. And she wasn't always fussing with her appearance. There was hair on her where other girls got rid of it. Very rarely did she put on full makeup, though she got real complements when she did. So. All of that. So. Why was she interested in being in a sorority?

She sat in the quad and looked across at the big stone Sigma Epsilon Chi house. 'Cause her older sister who had just graduated had said it would be 'smart' to pledge? Sigma, she had sworn was the hangout for 'women who knew what they wanted.' Okay. But what was that? Or was she doing it because Emily, the other girl from Branford High to get in here, was pledging? Was it because of the rumors of 'kinky fun'? Did she even want 'fun'? Much less 'kinky'? It was a place to 'make lasting friends'. Right at the moment she didn't give a shit if she met someone special.' She wanted her premed degree.

She had to admit she was pretty clumsy in the relationship department. Not even good at 'casual hookups.'

She wasn't totally inexperienced. She had been to a couple of 'open houses' when parents were away; drank booze that wouldn't really be missed, and let a guy grope her tits and even dry hump her. She had made out with a girl on a dare and then again later to see if she liked it. She did... kind of. When her sister and boyfriend brought a guy home over the holidays she ended up with her pants off in the back seat of an arbitrary car. He made a mess on her. She found a couple of 'antique' sex toys of her mother's and tried them out. They felt good. They felt impersonal. Maybe she sort of came while using the Prelude 2. But sex didn't excite her much, even if she enjoyed being with attractive people.

She sat and ate her banana and her peanut butter crackers. Drank lots of lemonade, like they said to. Almost time. Got up and walked toward her 'doom'.

"Let's see what these bitches have to offer.... Let's see what they try to get away with..."

A very tall skinny girl with thick glasses was in the stone arch in front of the front door.

"Sharon? Sharon Le Tort?"

"That's it. And it's pronounced Luh Tore. And, yes, I've been called The Tart and I don't like it much. Please let all the sisters know that. OK?"

"O... K. Go right in."

The next greeter was very chirpy. Bouncy bosomy with curly fake-blonde hair pulled up little-girl in two pony tails.

"Hi, hi Sharon. WELcome. I'm MImi, the intake lady. So. A couple of things. Before your 'interview' we'd like you to change into this top. Yes, take everything else off. And this skirt. There's a changing room right there. And you will need to sign this agreement, okay? It's our hazing policy. Please read it carefully. Basically, it says that you are willing to experience a bit of intense 'discomfort'. And also that you agree to certain rituals which have a somewhat 'sexual' character. Of course you may terminate any activity at any time. The safe word is 'greensleeves'. But, of course, that means you refuse membership in Sigma Epsilon Chi. Read it carefully. Any questions you can discuss with Miss Lassiter over there. She's our lawyer. Take your time. The last pledge entered the Zone just a few moments ago so you will have some time to relax in the 'comfort station'. It was built by one of the sisters a while ago. She was a real techie. Anyhoo, it's great. So. Here you are. Get ready. This should be fun."

Hmmm, why did she put the accent on the word 'should' and not the world 'fun'?

And Sharon was puzzled. The top they gave her to wear wasn't so different from what she had on, though it seemed a bit small and was made of wool. The stretchy jersey skirt seemed normal but it was padded on the inside with a thicker diaper-like material. What the...? She didn't have her period. That was a requirement of the scheduling. In fact, they insisted on a short window on the opposite side of her cycle. Certainly they didn't mean to get her pregnant...?

The skirt went on easily enough. It was a wrap around thing, with ties. The top was tight and she struggled to pull it over her boobs. They weren't too big, but the thing kind of squooshed them. Did she want them pushed down or up? The wool was pretty itchy on her nipples. The skirt barely covered her butt in the back. Was that so they had 'easy access' to her ass? She had heard about paddling being an initiation thing. Did these women do that? Seemed kind of archaic. Might be a game ender for her. Although, curiously, the thought kind of stirred something up 'down below'.

She presented herself to Mimi.

"Ooh, Sharon, that top is pretty darn tight for you. Maybe when Elise sized you up she didn't figure on some muscle. And your lovelies aren't small at all. I think we sometimes goof when we meet a nurd-gurrl like you and figure she couldn't be anything like stacked. I'm sorry...."

Sharon shook her head. "Guess it's a regular thing. Especially with guys. Why a woman with a bust have an ounce of brain in her head...? Nevermind."

"Exactly. That why we Sigmas pay attention to what a girl wants, and what she likes to do. Oh, and you have the skirt on backward. The longer, thicker part goes in the back and the shorter in the front. Like this...."

Mimi quickly pulled the ties on the skirt and whipped it off, leaving Sharon naked from the waist down. Just as quickly she wrapped it around Sharon again and tied her sashes up again.

"There. Much better."

Was it? Before, her ass cheeks had been peeking out. Now any movement threatened to reveal her furry beauty.

"So, Sharon, did you see anything in the 'contract' that would cause you to bring legal action against Sigma Epsilon Chi?"

"Um... there was some pretty complicated language there. It looks like I am agreeing to be 'restrained'. Does that mean, like, handcuffed, or tied up or stuff like that? I don't know if I....?"

"Oh, we don't go that far... for this. Just some of the sisters kind of holding you... still."

"Holding me?"

"Yeah, like your arms and legs...."

"And do they do stuff that... hurts while I am being... restrained."

"No, no, not... like I said... for this... although we have our 'higher order'. No, nevermind, not your concern."

"O... K. And this paragraph about permitting 'intimate touching'...."

"Yes... well... if you agree to some of our sisters... exploring whether you have the emotional stamina to be a Sigma. But remember 'greensleeves'. You have complete control over whether any of our 'tests' is appropriate for you. And trust me... all us Sigmas have experienced these tests and we all have found them... uplifting."

"Uplifting?"

"Oh, yes."

"No hesitation, no regrets...?"

"No, yes, no... for each of us it was a moment of bonding we all remember fondly."

"So I will actually like this initiation."

"Oh 'like' is not quite the word... but... you'll see. Tell you what... have a seat over there in the Getting Ready Seat and think about it. And so, Sharon... what music do you like when you are kind of in a 'lonely, romantic' mood?"

"Hmm, interesting question. Not in that mood a lot...."

"Really? Never been ditched, or stood up, or left out when others are having all the fun?"

"Not so much. I can always find a book that takes me away to my 'good place.'"

"And... are those books ever romances? Surely you have read Lady Chatterley's Lover? What would be your sound track?"

Sharon had to puzzle this one out. "Hmm, well maybe some Sting... Adele... ah... Billy Holiday Gloomy Monday or God Bless The Child. Maybe some Irish flute... yeah, that would do."

"O... K, we can do that. Take these headphones and go sit in that chair there. Mm hm, that one, and just relax...."

"I'll try. This sweater has my nips pretty uncomfortable. And if anyone comes in I am going to be advertising my snatch to the immediate world. Is there anything to cover...?"

"Sorry, not part of the set up. You will soon appreciate the... freedom it provides. As for the top... it helps if you just rub lightly where it is uncomfortable. Give it a try...."

Sharon sat down in the chair and tried to relax. It was leather and she sank into it. But the seat was sort of short with a bump right in the middle, so no matter what she did her privates kind of 'said hello' to the room. In a minute or two some music slowly grew in the headphones. It was a curious mix of the artists she had chosen, maybe using A. I. And there was something else, too, a different sound kind of filtering in and out behind the music, like something you would hear through a wall. Voices. Voices clearly feeling pretty good. The sound touched her. She strained to hear the man's voice. He seemed so urgent.

At the same time the seat of the chair, that raised area, began to heat up, not a whole lot, but just enough to feel pretty nice through the fabric of the short shirt. And just when she was getting used to that the chair began to vibrate, a rhythmic pulsing that changed from time to time, just as she was getting used to it, so she felt herself chasing the rhythm and hoping it would come back again, and the rhythm curiously matched the music, and behind it the pulse of the voices.

"Ooh... ooh... ooh.... ooh..." She found she was matching the voices with a tiny voice of her own, and her hand, which she had laid over her pussy to sort of shield it from the room,... that hand just had to softly stroke to the rhythm of the music. Thank goodness no one was watching, or no one seemed to be watching, just Mimi at the front desk and she was mostly facing the other way. But wouldn't other girls be coming in any minute, and wouldn't they see her there with everything showing? And her nipples were so poking out against that itchy fabric. And she could do nothing about it except rub the prickly wool against them, until they felt less... or more... And might they not think she was rubbing one out, since her hips... oh, was she doing it? Or the chair? Her hips seemed to be moving just like push... push... push... push... push... Oh! A warm feeling went right up her legs to her center and her cheeks and ears felt hot.

"Sharon?" An angelic voice was right near her ear and she opened her eyes to see a redheaded girl/woman with the sweetest pale skin and baby lips smiling at her. "Sharon, I think you're ready to come with us now. First, I need to apply this." The beauty produced a black satin band and wrapped it across her eyes so that she could see nothing. "Now come this way." There was something backwards about the way she said what she said, but it didn't matter and Sharon just followed literally blindly as she was led into a room smelling of books and old wood and some ancient incense. The music she had chosen was playing. She was a little embarrassed because the chair had made her a little damp down there, and she had no underwear....

She was led to a chair, well padded with pillows, where the red headed angel told her to sit. She didn't really know if other people were there, but there was a presence around her like there were others, perhaps quite a few others. And as soon as she sat down she felt a hand take each of her ankles and pull them to the sides so her knees were far apart. Two other hands took her wrists and anchored them out to the arms of the chair.

The mellow voice was speaking close to her ear.

"Now Sharon, you have chosen to pledge Sigma Epsilon Chi. We have a long tradition of choosing a certain kind of woman to be part of our circle. Key among the traits of a Sigma woman is her openness to feeling. She must be willing to let the world in. She should be good at trusting her own sensations, a sense of play, but also a desire to pursue her own needs and goals. Do you feel you are this sort of woman? Don't speak. Just nod your head yes or no."

Sharon nodded. I mean, why not? She was also feeling quite a lot. So far, this test or initiation had been quite a pleasant experience, in an unusual way.

"Now Sharon, you are about to experience a sequence of sensations. None of them should be painful or even irritating. But if they are not to your liking then you are free to utter the safe word 'greensleeves' at any time and they will cease. But should you do so the test will end and you will no longer be a pledge for Sigma Epsilon Chi. Is that clear?"

Sharon nodded. This was getting a tiny bit scary. And what were they going to do? She felt so vulnerable. The pleasurable 'buzz' she had felt in the other chair had faded a bit. But there was this other kind of excitement building. She was sitting there so exposed and open and she couldn't tell how many people were watching her.

The speaker asked: "Do you have any questions before we begin? You mustn't speak... words... after this."

Curiously, Sharon had only one question, and it wasn't, "What is this weirdness you are doing to me?"

"I... I am hearing... what sounds like... men... men's voices... kind of behind the music. Are there men here? Seeing me like this?"

"Ah, excellent question. And... no... not exactly. We pride ourselves on being a community of people who only identify as women, though a few might have begun life otherwise. But what you hear is an instrument invent by one of our sisters which can play the human voice any way we choose. We find that the sound of the male voice in pleasure can enhance the experience we offer here to our pledges. Okay?"

"It's very... realistic."

"Yes. Shall we begin? Sisters?"

The level of the music rose and a 'sussuration' was heard in the room, not exactly a 'chant', but a very low constant murmur. Sharon felt a presence behind her and then lips were very lightly brushing the back of her neck. Other lips pulled at the edges of her ears. Fingertips oh so lightly massaged her scalp. A feather touch slowly brushed up and down the insides of her forearms.

"Now."

Warm breath materialized over the wool sweater, puffing ever so lightly on her nipples. Then hot, wet mouths soaked through the fabric and squeezed her aching tight nipples with firm, practiced lips. A double pang shot straight to her womb making it squeeze. Was she showing her reaction to the room with her...? It was so exposed. Of course the whole situation was very 'sensational'; and the strange combination of prickling wool, and hot active mouths, and wetness was quite disturbing. She had never actually reached a... climax... just playing with her nipples, and no one else had got her off that way... in fact, getting off wasn't something she had done much, though she had kind of gotten high on the sensations of her own body....

Whatever it was, she realized that her mouth was open and she was panting some....

"This is good..." Came the soft voice. "We can see now that you are open to the kind of experience we Sigmas most enjoy. Are you ready for your next experience? Just nod, yes or no...."

Of course she should have said 'no'. Women she didn't know were sucking on her tits. She was restrained in a chair, wearing no underwear. Still, her sister had done this... had encouraged her to do this. Why hadn't Judith said anything? She had no idea what she was assenting to... but... she nodded. So far, this initiation had been weird but... exciting.

"Good. So now you will experience a variety of sensations applied to a very specific part of your body. Give yourself a little while to evaluate them. Point a finger up if you wish to continue and down if you are ready to give them a number. Show that number with the fingers of both hands. Let's see how you would give something a seven.

Sharon spread the fingers on one hand and pointed two on the other.

"Yes. Very good. And if, by chance, something is more than a ten, then just give us 'jazz hands'. You know what that is...?"

Sharon waggled both hands at once.

"Very good! Then we are ready to begin. We will start with The Lap. And I think the best practitioner will be... Miss Terry.

"Miss Terry, if you please...."

Sharon felt hands on her thighs pushing in such a way that, curiously, her hips were thrust forward. Other invisible hands untied the wraps of her skirt and laid them back. Still other hands lifted the hem of her top so her breasts were revealed. She felt totally and utterly exposed. It was, at the same moment, terribly disturbing, and capriciously liberating. Also, totally distracting. And hot.

There was no way she was going to be able to evaluate this 'performance'. In her head she could see herself, only a short while ago, sitting out in the quad, reading her physics text, and wondering whether a group of women in an exclusive club, were going to be catty and superficial, or maybe true friends she would have for life. She had not seen herself naked in a dimly lit room while a woman she didn't know at all was... oh my goodness!

Two cool hands planted themselves on each of her thighs and held them wide. Warm breath bathed her pussy. There was a sense of the room 'holding its breath.'

"Begin."

What could only be a warm tongue 'pushed against that slick spot at the bottom of her vulva.

"G... gr... gr... goodness."

"She assents. continue."

A liquid sound. The person in front of her was 'sipping' her pussy, and she could tell that she must be very wet because this Miss Terry was noisily lapping up some serious liquid. But she couldn't worry about it much because that tongue was swiping straight up her groove; pausing with a little nudge just below her clit and then very slowly lapping down again. Pausing for a little push and tickle on her 'taint' again, just a little too close to her 'pucker' and then back up again so, so close... and then down again.

One part of her brain, the highest, most elevated section, was demanding "What the fuck are you doing? A bunch of strange women...(and men?)... are watching you, and a total stranger is licking your pussy. And you are just letting them do it. And they set you up... and got you turned on with their 'magic chair'. And now you are just 'going along with it' and showing them fingers and... shouldn't you be shouting GREENSLEEVES and absolutely tearing out of here? But... but...?

... Her body and her reptile brain were just giving in to what was happening; singularly the best treatment of her pussy that she had ever experienced. And she was feeling very... grateful. And she was fiddling with her fingers because... because she had to rate this amazing experience, and clearly, it was a ten... but what might come next? Next? Was she really getting herself ready for... for what...? Was she going to let these women..."

She held up eight fingers. Murmurs. Something like applause without the clapping hands. Maybe soft snapping of fingers. A ragged breath. A small kiss on her taint and Miss Terry withdrew. Now she felt very open. Cool air on her intimate bits. And then warm mouths again on her now naked nipples. Just long enough to tantalize and then... gone. Her fingers were trying to figure out...

"That's okay." Came the sweet voice. "You don't have to rate that." Time for the next round. I think, logically, it should be 'Get It Right' with... Miss Fortune.

There was a rustling and fussing and a bit of a whine.

"Hush now, Miss Fortune, let others have their turn with Digging For Gold. We know you have the tongue for it. Maybe next time. Please begin..."

The hands on her thighs were bigger and less gentle. But the hot breath was similar, except that this time the warm tongue touched just her right pussy lip, tracing the groove between the plump outer lip and the tender wrinkled inner one, Squeezing the outer one in a tight mouth,... maybe a tiny bit too tight. But that slight pain coaxed a little groan out of her, and the room murmured in response. But then her invisible lover began flicking the inner lip, just the right one, and Sharon could feel it swell a little. And then Miss Fortune took it between her lips and began massaging it with her tongue.

No one had ever spent such focused attention on this one tender part of her body before. As the sweet chewing continued the rest of her pussy began to itch and ache with need. Her fingers needed to.... But other hands were keeping hers clamped tight to the chair arm. She was forced to give all her attention to this one, small area... though she couldn't help her hips from pushing up against Miss Fortune's mouth. Why couldn't those lips and tongue just move over to...

"Thank you, Miss Fortune. That will be enough... for now. Sharon, do you want more... of this?"

It was easy to shake her head. Not because she didn't want more. (What's wrong with me?) She wanted more... different... but... damn... what was next? When...?

She held up six fingers. Would Miss Fortune hate her for life? But she had been a bit rough. Maybe she was angry and disappointed she couldn't.... what was that gold thing? How many...? Why wasn't she getting up? Even reporting these women to the dean?

"Miss Adventure, will you administer Left Out, please?"

A little squeak, like someone was really happy, and some rustling. Meanwhile the warm mouths on her nipples again. A bit of a tight lip pinch on her left one that went right to her puss and made her belly muscle clench.

Very small hands on her thighs. Breathing... but a pause... like Miss Adventure was admiring what she saw. A throaty growl and then a very delicate tongue on the inside of her left labium. Gently pushing outward, opening her up until the tongue tip flipped over the soft ridge. The same thing again, lower down. No chewing, like Miss Fortune, just always that light butterfly touch. It was tantalizing, and driving Sharon a little crazy. She was already cranked up to having more and this was less, only it was raising her temperature. She couldn't help tilting her mons up to get more, pushing... only to have those small hands hold her pussy at a distance... just the magic touch of that stiff tongue flipping that one small lip. She was going crazy. Was her clit actually aching?

Miss Adventure began a high speed flicking of that left lip alone. Kept it up so long that there were murmurs in the room and even some finger clicks. Sharon's belly got rock hard and she couldn't keep a low deep whine from emerging. This got some reaction, but...

"Stop."

Miss Adventure obeyed. Sharon was left with her hips in the air. She slowly let them descend while holding up seven fingers. Miss Adventure had done a fine job, but it was a limited repertoire, especially when she needed... to leave?

The nipple suckers resumed their work. This time it was all gentle tongue tickling.

"Time to Dig For Gold. Miss Chief, please, you have the tongue for this. Thank you, yes, that's the one I mean. Yes, everyone has seen it when you are sassy, and... nevermind. Get to work."

Miss Chief didn't put her palms on Sharon's thighs. She slid her strong fingers under Sharon's ass and lifted. Hot breath again, but this time the stiff tongue swiftly pushed Sharon's sex lips apart and dove deep into the moist hollow in between. It was a long tongue and She could feel the tip curl upward inside her tickling toward but not quite reaching that magic spot that she had only hardly never touched....

Miss Chief was fucking her, and she had never hardly had anything but a menstrual cup in there. Even her mother's old turquoise dong had mostly stayed outside. So was she a virgin in the sense that no dude had ever plonked his thing in there where Miss Chief was... Oh, goodness. It wasn't deep, but she knew how to stroke what she could get at, with that long, meaty tongue with the little flip at the tip. She found herself 'fucking back', just a little, nothing too obvious; but she couldn't help it if her hips were kind of 'saying',"More and deeper.". Again, her hands yearned to rub just above there because that stroking inside was asking for more outside.

She pointed a finger down.

The 'moderator' said "Stop!". Miss Chief stopped, her breath still bathing Sharon's tenderness.

Have you had enough 'prospecting'? So, no gold to be found today?

Sharon shook her head and held up six fingers. Was she making another enemy?

As if reading her mind the sweet voice near her ear murmured, "Don't worry about whether the ratings will hurt feelings. Every candidate has different tastes and you are actually scoring somewhat higher than average. Our reward is not numbers but seeing a potential sister 'come out of herself' for us. And we all have our favorites and our 'meh moments.' And we are all looking forward to when you can become one with us.

And now, I think, for you, I think Give A Flick should be next. And I think MIss Fire is the right person for the job. Trust me, you should appreciate this a lot. Miss Fire?

A substantial presence seemed to settle between her legs. But this time the hands didn't press on her thighs. Instead, firm fingers pressed on either side of her vulva, spreading her lips; holding them open. Again, a firm tongue, but this time swiping across the top of her clitoral hood. Sharon's hips popped and she squeaked. She didn't know she was so sensitive. Something like very quiet applause surrounded her. But she had no time to enjoy the adulation. Miss Fire had started a steady little drumbeat back and forth across the hood. It wasn't as fast as Miss Adventure's high speed flicking, but it was more firm. And it was on her clit.

The quiet voice was coaching, "Watch her face, watch her face, watch her tummy now. Yes! That's right. That's the spot. Okay, go for it right there."

They were devils! They had managed to find just where she put her fingertip when it was time to rub one out, Somehow, Miss Fire got the exact rhythm she needed to build it, to get it moving upward, tighter, higher. She couldn't stay silent, and... magically... the music and voices behind it were matching that mysterious rhythm. Gradually her rough breath became low sound, just "aauh... aauh... aauh... aauh... aauh... aauh.... She couldn't help rocking with it. And somehow, she could feel the whole room moving with her. Were there other little moans and liquid sounds...?

She was aching... she needed.... oh, just a little more. Her trapped hands needed to crush...

"Stop."

All motion ceased. Miss Fire's magic tongue withdrew. Oh no! Small animal sounds around the room settled.

She had been so close. But she didn't really know to what, because she had never been there before. Her inner voice was just whispering that it would be wise to murmur 'greensleeves' and quickly leave this craziness. But another spirit was feeling a strange bonding with these women she hardly knew at all. Which was crazy, because she was connecting only to voices, to sounds. And here she was full exposed to a room full of strangers, and yet she felt strangely at home, like these invisible women cared how she felt.

And then the host voice was practically in her hear. And she was asking... so, so... warmly. "Rating?" She easily spread nine fingers. "Yes... of course. And now that sweet spot probably needs your fingers? Do you need to touch it just there? Are you ready to show us how you love yourself? Will you take us with you to that place only you usually go? Hmm? Sharon? Which hand, Sharon, should we let go? Which hand needs to touch just there? This one?" A finger touched the back of her right hand. She shook her head. "Aaaah, this one." A finger touched her left hand. "A lefty. Your sinister hand. Good... go ahead... go ahead now. Show us what you can do with your sinister hand. Yes, time for D. I. Y."

She felt a dollop of warm thick liquid settle just above her clit; and now that her hand was free her fingers eagerly... helplessly... found their way to that spot and oh so easily began spreading the liquid out and down. It was wonderfully slippery, and had a slight warming feel to it especially as she began to rub. And even though she could have caressed the whole of her pussy, it had already been well appreciated and now it was time to focus. To push the thick nub of her middle finger right there and begin the fast little circles. Oh it was so slippery and warm. To sneak the tip just over the edge to the very sensitive bud. Push it A little faster. Press it a little harder. Oh yes! She could feel it inside. She couldn't be quiet. It was getting more urgent.

The voice again. "Sharon. some sisters want to help you now. Clearly, you enjoy everything that can happen on the outside. But what about the inside?"

Sharon's hand stopped. Was this what they were setting her up for? Were those 'imitation men' going to materialize as real men, shoving their cocks into her? She prepared herself to shout Greensleeves. To run, to punch. She was ready to rip off the blindfold.

But the vice was speaking sweetly. "Oh, no, no. You are not about to be... violated by some crude dude. We would never permit that." A gentle hand cupped her whole vulva. "We all cherish a woman's choice of what happens with her body. And we want you to be happy. Right, sisters?"

There was murmur of assent through the room.

"... And, so far, this has been a... pleasant... experience. What would be your rating for the entire experience?"

Sharon relaxed a little. It was nice having that gentle hand resting on her puss, and, to tell the truth, she was still pretty hungry for the release that had been so close. How would she rate this whole strange...? Her fingers twisted. More than a six. More than a seven. Yes. Because it was strange, not a nine or ten.... okay, an eight. Yes. Eight.

"Good. Happy you are pleased and so, we are so not done. Because you were just finding your personal groove. And we can help by just adding a little extra inside. It's time for The Blender. Time to know what kind of woman you are. Are you an outside sort of girl or and inside sort of girl? An Insider... or an Outsider? Miss Fitt, it's time for One For the Money. But Sharon, you just keep that D. I. Y. going, that's a good girl. And never mind the ratings for now. Your fingers will be busy.

Sharon had been a bit distracted by the talk but now her clit was aching for attention. And they had left her other hand free so she couldn't help taking her nipple in her fingers and rolling it until she felt that delightful clench inside. She was getting her favorite rhythm going good again when she felt a slight pressure on her lower lips and before she knew it a warm slippery finger had slid into her. It curled upward and began stroking the upper wall of her vagina. A little farther in. A little out. Ah. Sharon's mouth opened and a murmur fluttered through the room. The finger began stroking in earnest just there.

"Mm... mm... mm... mm... mmm... mmmoh."

She couldn't keep her hips from moving, asking for a little more... just a little more.

"Miss Guided, will you please give Sharon Two For The Show...?"

The single fluttering finger slipped out... oh no... but it was instantly replaced by two fingers. These seemed especially long as they slipped deep into Sharon and began a rhythmic pulsing at a spot way at the back where she didn't even know she could... feel but... no... wait.. oh my, oh shit... that....

Pulsing, pulsing, pulsing... and the pressure of the knuckles on the outer lips.

Sharon was seeing sparkles and her hips were starting to tell their own story. She had never felt this out of control feeling before, where her body was just being taken...

"Three To Get Off! " Please, quickly, Miss Taken.

Oh no! She wanted to grab the wrist of the invisible hand to keep the two long fingers from slipping out. But those two were swiftly replaced by three thicker ones that crowded into her pussy and rapidly began churning in all directions. She felt herself open up in response and liquid started to bathe those fingers. Something in her felt like it was going to explode. She was rubbing her clit like crazy just to get it over the top... just a little more....

"Four To Flow!" Now, Miss Handle!"

The handoff was seamless as suddenly she felt four smooth fingers quickly fill her and churn for all they were worth.

She was gone. She was somewhere else. She was mad crazy, her own fingers battering her poor clit until it was ready to cry mercy. So close... so... close... but... not quite... just... just... just...

"Aha," came the seductive voice. "You need to feel In The Pinky, don't you? Just that little extra to tip the scales. Don't you think, hmm? Not everyone does... but you, yes you want it, don't you, Sharon? Miss Behave, oh woman of the lovely manicure. Please introduce Sharon to your most diminutive digit. It can help her get that last little 'boost' she so desperately needs."

Was this what she thought it was? She should stop them! Her voice was ready. "Grrrr..."

But her left hand was still punishing her clit. So close. And her her right hand was squeezing her nipple. So tight, so tight. And those busy slim fingers were churning her inside. And now... and now... oh my... oh goodness... a strong hand was sliding under her ass and cupping her buttock. So... so slippery... and now... and now a finger was sliding toward her... and now gently massaging it. Oh damn! So hot. So hot. She couldn't... ready to get it... yes... there... so wet... and that finger... yes... when it....

It went in.

The trigger. Sharon lost control of her body. She almost couldn't breathe, her belly so tight, so hard and then with a scream she had to let it all go. Face so hot. Mouth so wide. Loud! And her hips were just eating the hand with four fingers churning her. And she didn't give a damn if 'stuff' was just coming out of her. And that single digit was so deep and stroking that last ache.

"Aaah! Aaah! Aaaah! Aaaaah!

The room echoed with her womb-deep moans.

And her voice was not alone.

And that chorus took some time to sound its last chord.

But now the room was quiet. No, it wasn't. It was full of breathing. Short, hesitant breaths. Long, drawn-out sighs. Panting. Breaths pulled through teeth. Slow, satisfied exhalations.

Even the 'narrator' was a little out of breath.

"Whew! Sharon, you seem to have all the qualities of a Sigma Epsilon Chi woman... and more. There is almost no need for the last couple of tests. But we do have our traditions. And we would love to experience your... resilience. We understand that you will be feeling rather sensitive right now. But we want to see if you have the stamina to come back swinging after 'taking a beating' in the last round.

"So now, Miss Spent and Miss Led are going to alternate with two last 'routines': Hard Likker and Pearl In The Oyster. And, I'm sorry, your hands must be held again for this exercise. At first you may want to resist, but give it a good chance. Miss Spent, please, begin...."

Strong arms wrapped around her thighs and hot breath bathed her pudendum. A big firm tongue was soon cleaning every inch of her in that region. Whoever this Miss Spent was, her tongue reminded Sharon of Aa cat's. It was a bit rough; but the sensation was provocative. Every lap raised her ardor and Miss Spent hadn't even touched her clit yet. Just everything else was sucked and licked, hard, and again and again and then, there it was, not just on the hood but twisting onto her oh so sensitive bud. And she needed to push that mouth away; but her hands were held. And that tongue crushing against her clit sometimes darted away and licked everything else but then came back hard, scrubbing, and it made her want to shout "Stop!' and yet, and yet, the feeling was building again....

"Switch!" Miss Led...."

The cat's tongue disappeared and a different mouth took its place. But this one didn't roam around her sex. Strong lips pursed around her clit, the sensitive pearl itself, and sucked hard, tongue flicking the tip.

She screamed. And she came. Hard. Close to blacking out.

"Switch!"

The cat was back and for a few moments cleaning up her 'enthusiasm' from her orgasm. But then that 'too much' pressure right on it again, and she needed to push it... push it....

The soft voice so close to her ear. "Let it be too much. Ride it. Ride it up."

Her belly was so tight and popping. And she needed to push that away and she needed to pull it tight and hot, and she was leaking and...

"Switch!"

Miss Led's tight lips were back and her clit was more tender and less tender and able to take more and so so soon her hips were out of control as she came hard again....

"Switch!"

She was being eaten by a tiger and she needed to escape and she needed to feed all of herself to the beast... oh yes... she was coming... so wet...

"Switch!"

... and she forced her clit into Miss Led's mouth her thighs quivering as the orgasm...

"Switch!"

Still sensitive as that tongue licked up and all over getting all the juice but now... please... right there... please.... please... oh yes...

"Switch!"

And her clit was devoured. And she was falling and lifting and falling and lifting and kept coming and coming and coming and could no longer tell who was eating her now. The mouths felt different and all the same... one after the other after the other... and the orgasms kept coming and coming, many and one and one and many...

And she was gone.

*****

She woke in a comfortable bed in a big old-fashioned room, with a real fireplace and a real fire. The smoke smelled so good. The ceiling had heavy beams and a rugged chandelier. All around the walls were framed photos of women. Some were portraits, some in graduation gowns, some sports shots, some of plays or concerts. Many appeared to be historical pictures of the earliest sisters.

She was no longer naked. She was wearing a long soft dress of dark red and navy blue, the sorority colors. An embroidered insignia of the Greek letters sigma epsilon chi was on the left breast.

Just as she realized she was ravenously hungry, and many minutes before she began wondering what she had gotten herself into, she spotted on the night stand the muffins and the quiche and the dessert glass with the chocolate mousse and the tall glass of sparkling white wine and the gilded and engraved note that read Sister Sharon Le Tort, welcome to Sigma Epsilon Chi.