Chapter One

 

I put my hand to my mouth and yawned. We'd been partying for four hours, and while I hadn't gotten drunk I had had my share of booze and dope. I was thus feeling no pain as the Mercedes purred through the early morning darkness on my way to my initiation.

Kappa Kappa was a strange sort of sorority. It was immensely wealthy, with a sorority house that was the envy of everyone else. Once in, you were virtually guaranteed both educational and career success. But they were hardly a gang of blueblood workaholics. On the contrary, they had a reputation for wildness that was unmatched anywhere.

Their pledges didn't do goofy stunts like wearing bras on their heads to class, or saluting dogs they met in the streets. No, their pledges partied. They partied at the sorority house. They partied at the frat houses. They partied in the discos. And they never knew which of them was a pledge, and which was a sorority sister keeping an eye on them.

But what was known was that the way to success as a Kappa-Kappa, was to be a hot looking girl and a wild, party animal. Pledges who made the first cut made it on looks alone. They were the only sorority which required a bikini picture to accompany applications.

The second cut was attitude. You had to have just the right amount of dignity and condescension, of strength of will and poise. And you had to display that attitude while giving a hard-on to any man within visual range. You had to look and dress sexy and provocatively, but not slutty. There was a fine line between the two, of course. Master it, and you were in. If you looked too scanky, you were out. Simple to say, harder to do.

Pledges weren't given instructions. They were given party locations; frat houses, sorority houses, discos, raves. Once there, all they had to do was - party. The pledges knew they were being watched, being evaluated. That made some of them go a little overboard - or a lot, and engage in some frantic partying that just made them look - well, desperate.

I think the key to success was to not really give a shit, or at least, to pretend you didn't give a shit. After all, wasn't that the attitude the Kappa-Kappas put out to everyone else? It was their attitude, with a capital-A, that saved them from the reputation of being a sorority of sluts.

And to be honest, I wasn't that desperate. I knew they'd be a lot of fun, but hey, I've been having fun for a lot of years. University looked to be a place with even more fun - since nobody I knew was around to see what I was doing, much less gossip about it.

I was gonna have fun - with a capital-F, whether I was with the Kappa-Kappas or someone else - or no one else. The Kappas would be better, I figured, because it didn't sound like they'd be sneering at my poor behavior or lecturing me on morals.

So I went to their parties, and I partied. I didn't, as some of the pledges did, get pissed out of my head and throw up on people all the time. I didn't sleep with everyone who wanted me. And I didn't take off my clothes at the merest suggestion from someone who might or might not be a sister either.

But I partied, all right. Shit, I couldn't NOT party at some of those places. And yes, the booze was good, and I drank it. And maybe I wasn't always wearing a lot of clothes, but I was blessed with a toned body, great abs, nice tits, and a tight ass. And I wasn't all that shy about people seeing them.

I mean, I was in a wet t-shirt contest before I even heard of the Kappas, and the wet t-shirt contest had turned into a no t-shirt contest pretty quick. Okay, so I was pretty fucking drunk at the time. I had still known what I was doing - kind of. And it had given me an incredible rush to dance out there on the stage with nothing on but my thong.

So I'd done it again - a time or two - during the pledge partying. But I'd been in control. I'd had fun, but I hadn't lost it. And I'd only thrown up in the toilet.

We'd been told that we would never know when our initiation would occur. We would keep going to the parties until we stopped being asked - which meant we'd failed - or were given our initiation to perform.

And tonight, or rather, this morning, was mine. Samantha Jones, who I'd thought was a pledge, and two other girls I didn't even know, had suddenly announced that my initiation was about to commence, and given me the code word I'd gotten at the start of my partying as proof they were who they said they were.

I was a little nervous. There were all sorts of stories about the Kappa Kappas, and even discounting the most outrageous, there was no doubt they had some pretty harsh initiation ceremonies. They could afford to, of course. Their outrageously luxurious sorority house and their reputation for incredibly wild parties and post-university influence with major employers guaranteed them a steady supply of desperately eager recruits.

At least, among a certain sort. That is, the sort who liked an adrenalin rush, the sort who lived for wild parties, and the sort who were willing to do whatever it took to succeed in life.

I leaned my head against the window as the Mercedes turned from one dark road onto an even darker one. I had no idea where we were, or how far we were from - from whatever the fuck it was I was supposed to do. And the girls with me weren't being very helpful. They were silent, for the most part, except for the blonde girl, Amy, giving directions to Samantha.

And then, suddenly, the car stopped. I hadn't realized how much tension I had been under until then, when I felt a sudden shock run through my body. I looked out, but saw nothing.

"All off," Samantha said.

I opened my door and a wave of hot, moist air rolled in to greet me. I stepped out into the hot September night - morning, I mean, and looked around anxiously, while trying to appear poised. The three of them got out with me.

We were at the edge of a dark road. Ahead of us was what looked like a train yard, of all things. There were few lights to be seen anywhere. Scrubby trees and tall weeds surrounded the narrow road, and there were no street lights.

"Where the fuck are we?" I asked.

Samantha produced a flashlight, and pointed it at the hood of the Mercedes, where she'd just placed a map folded into a small section, a foot square.

"See this?" she said, putting her finger at the centre of the map. "This is the train yard, and up against it is a field of scrub trees and grass about a quarter mile long. Next to that is a long empty field of about the same length which eventually leads to this baseball diamond."

She traced her finger along the map.

"Once you cross Walker Road, you're in another long field of scrub trees and weeds of about a half mile. Then you cross Heron Road, and you're in another one."

"It's a right of way the city has held up for a possible highway," one of the other girls said. "Since they can't decide on building one, it's just empty fields of grass about a hundred yards wide and several miles long."

Samantha caught my arm and directed my attention back to the map.

"Right next to this field is the university's administration area, and across from that, to your right, is a row of private houses. One of them has a flagpole which will be flying our flag."

She smiled at me. "All you have to do, is get there, from here."

"In the dark," Amy said.

I looked around at their grinning faces. This was it? Okay, walking through dark, empty fields at night is a bit scary, but it was two in the morning. It's not likely I'd run into any raving maniacs.

"Okay," I said.

It was kind of hot and steamy out, and I was already sweating. A long walk was not something I was looking forward to, but shit, it wasn't nearly as hard as I had been led to believe.

"Oh uhm, did I mention that you have to make the walk - naked?" Samantha asked coyly.

I stared at her, and swallowed. I looked around us, looked at the train yard, then at the map.

"It's only a few miles," she said.

"Uhm, okay," I gulped.

They all grinned.

"Then strip."

I shrugged. I could do this. Yesterday night I'd been dirty-dancing and sucking face with another girl wearing nothing but a thong and panties while a hundred frat boys showered us with beer.

And it wasn't like I was wearing a lot to begin with. I had a pair of short-shorts and a tight tank top. I stripped them off as the other three girls watched, feeling, oddly, more self-conscious than I had at the frat house. I mean, there it was all wild partying and shouting and music. This silent staring was a bit ominous. Not to mention, well, it was outside. Anyone could come by.

But I sure wasn't going to say no.

Naked, I handed them my clothes and tried to stand up as proudly and casually as I could. Hey, I had a great body. I knew that. I had nothing to ashamed of. Okay, I'm small, petite, even. I'm barely five feet two, slim hipped, small shouldered, and no Dolly Parton. But I'm perfectly proportioned for my size, and my small, round breasts are incredibly firm and well-shaped - as is my butt.

One of the girls, Heidi, I think they said her name was, reached out and gave my right breast a squeeze.

"Nice tits," she said.

"Thanks," I replied, successfully hiding everything but a bit of a flinch.

I didn't hide my surprise, though, when Samantha and Amy pulled my arms behind my back. Before I could react - or even knew what to react to, they had clamped a pair of leather restraints around my wrists.

"What the fuck!?" I cried, though not loudly.

"Come now, Cheryl. You didn't think this was going to be easy, did you?" Samantha asked smugly.

"That guy Richie, that you fucked, was his cock as big as they say it is?" Amy asked.

"I've had bigger," I replied, a bit unnerved about the restraints.

I mean, it was discomforting to be naked outside on a street to begin with, especially with everyone else fully clothed. To have my hands tied behind me, as well - .

But that was just the start. Someone grabbed my ponytail and yanked, and as I yelped in pain and staggered backwards Samantha shoved something into my mouth. I struggled briefly, gurgling as it was forced in across my tongue, as my jaw was forced wide open.

"Open wide, little sister," Samantha taunted.

I had no choice. It was that or get my teeth broken. She shoved something big into my mouth, something made of rubber or plastic. It filled my mouth, flexible there, but very hard at my jaw, where it pressed against my teeth top and bottom, holding them wide open. I made protesting sounds, but they were heavily muffled. I was gagged.

Samantha stepped back and giggled a bit as she saw my expression. Then something else was put around my throat, like a dog collar. They bent me over the car and spread my legs, and I felt something at my pussy. I struggled, but more out of instinct than fear.

"Stop struggling," Samantha said. "This is for your own good, believe it or not."

I was penetrated, which didn't unduly shock me. After all, in one of the "parties", a small one featuring just a half a dozen girls, we'd had to play lesbian games, grope each other, and use dildos on ourselves. I'd been a lot drunker for that, though.

They slid a dildo into me, and a butt-plug up my ass, then pulled me upright by the hair. I saw Amy with what looked like a short length of chain with alligator clips on the end. She slipped it through a ring in the front of my collar, then she and Samantha rubbed my breasts and nipples - which were already erect, framed them with the alligator clips, and let them snap closed.

I yelled into the gag and danced from foot to foot as my nipples burned and ached. They giggled and laughed, and Amy attached another chain to my belly button ring, then looped it around the base of the dildo protruding from my shaved pussy.