Paul Gable: Sorority slavegirls

"Vickie! For God's sake, Vickie!"

The blonde stopped and turned around. She recognized the voice as belonging to Shari Williams.

"What happened to you? The girls've been gossiping like mad since you and Jeff took off like two bats… uh-oh, he didn't hurt you, did he?"

Vickie couldn't fight back two tears rolling down her cheeks. She quickly wiped them away and turned her head. Oh, God, how humiliating for this stranger to figure out her shame in just a few seconds. They'd be writing about it on the campus toilet walls tomorrow!

"No, but I just want to… to go home." Vickie wished she could have sunk into the ground. "Hey, first time? Okay, okay, I'm sorry I asked. I had some good news. Come on, let's walk," Shari said, slipping a comforting arm under Vickie's and guiding her up Westwood Plaza toward the Student Union.

"I'm all right now. I just have to get some sleep… get ready for classes tomorrow." The young girl wished she could get into a shower now. Some of Jeff's cum was oozing from her pussy-slit, wetting down her already juice-soaked panty crotch. It was sticky, uncomfortable. What was Shari hanging around for?

"I guess I can't wait to tell you. They'll be announcing which pledges have been accepted tomorrow. But… well," Shari said, shrugging her head into her shoulders and giggling, "you're one of them."

Vickie's mouth dropped open.

"After I made a fool of myself today? I didn't do anything… I…" Vickie was stunned. "That's just it, you were so quiet the other girls figured you wouldn't be a problem around the house. It'll be great having you around. I've got a funny feeling you're a sleeper," Shari said, looking at her newly found friend slyly.

"Sleeper? What…?"

"Never, mind. Come on. You're tired and after what happened… although, with Jeff, I can't see why you should feel so funny about it," Shari said, shrugging her shoulders and still conducting Vickie up the winding boulevard toward the dorms.

The young blonde fell silent as Shari chatted away about Hell Week, about all the coming activities of the house and especially about initiation night.

"It's wild. We're one of the few sororities around here who've got the guys helping us out," Shari giggled as they approached the entrance of the main dorm area.

"What happens? I thought guys weren't supposed to be invited," Vickie said, her interest picking up. Maybe joining this sorority wasn't such a good idea.

"Oh, you'll find out," Shari whispered mysteriously, winking and shoving her friend forward. "Now get some sleep. You'll need it."

That night Vickie was plagued by some of the most erotic dreams of her life. Before going to bed she'd showered and showered again, wishing she could wash off the guilt and shame she felt covering her like a dirty shroud. And yet when she touched her cunt with the soapy washcloth, the young teenager felt it move like a furry little animal, contracting, winking shut, drooling fresh pussy-sauce.

In her dreams, Vickie saw Jeff chasing her, his long thick cock wagging like a thick tree branch between his hairy legs. His balls were tightly drawn up against his dick-root while sweat made his thick, muscled body glisten. Oh, how Vickie's cunt throbbed! She was trying to get away from him. Vet her feet wouldn't move quickly enough. Soon, his hands were covering her tits, his fingers pinching her nipples cruelly. Then he was all over her, his legs wrapped around hers, his dick pressing against her cuntal slit, working its way between her bloated, puffy cunt-lips until she could feel his cock-head sinking in her pussy.

Twice the young woman awoke, her body wet with sweat. She wanted to reach down and rub her steamy cunt-meat with her fingers. But no, she couldn't touch herself, couldn't encourage the feelings tearing at her sanity. Studies, mild social life! She had to concentrate on that. So, turning over on her belly and moaning as she felt the itchy ache slowly die away, the young woman fell asleep once more, only to be plagued again by wild dreams.

The following day she awoke exhausted, dragging herself from the bed into the bathroom. Looking at herself in the mirror, Vickie tried to see if there was any difference in her face. Could someone glancing at her know she'd been fucked for the first time yesterday? Were there telltale marks? That was silly! Brushing her hair back, the young blonde turned and stepped into the shower, letting the droplets of water prickle her body as she fought down the thoughts of Jeff and his cunt-splitting cock.

But Vickie was unsuccessful at that task. Even during the first day of classes, when her mind should have been focused on the instructor and class syllabus, the young woman felt the tug of her senses. She tried to ignore the hot, steamy feeling between her shivering legs. Her little fuzz-covered cunt was dripping with juice all day. Could others around her smell it? Oh, God, what had happened to her?

The intense feeling of sexual desire followed her around all day. Finally the last class was over. Stepping from the auditorium, Vickie remembered Jeff telling her he'd always be around to "take care of her" if she needed it. It was awful when she couldn't keep her mind on her studies because of her pussy. But how could she study when her cunt throbbed like a festering wound? The young woman couldn't sleep well because of those obscene dreams. Something had been let loose in her mind and body – a powerfully dark force that demanded to be satisfied.

She bit her lower lip, hesitating for a moment at the steps of Haines Hall. Should she run down campus over to Jeff's apartment unannounced? Would that look too sluttish? Would he consider her a whore if… yes, of course! No decent woman would practically kick down the doors of a man's apartment for… for… fucking! Wheeling around, Vickie started back toward the dorm area unsteadily when she bumped into Shari.

"Oh, wow, hi! I'm glad I ran into you here, Vickie. I left a note on your dorm room door. Feeling better today?" she asked brightly.

Vickie nodded her head, glad the young girl bad shown up. At least the sorority rush and acceptance was something to take her mind off sex for a while.

"God, that's good. For a while I thought what you and Jeff did would freak you out. It does that to some girls, you know. Anyway," Shari continued babbling, "there's a party tonight for newly accepted pledges. You've got to come, you've simply got to!" Shari insisted.

"But my studies, the first day of class…" Vickie said, wrinkling her forehead.

"Oh, that can wait. Most of the profs around here understand. C'mon, it'll be fun. Jeff'll be there," Shari said slyly.

Vickie felt her flesh crawl. Jeff! There! She shouldn't go!

"Okay, I'll come," the young blonde said, resolving only to see him and do nothing more.

"Why's everyone in hoods?"

"It's just part of the ceremony," Shari whispered, resting one hand on Vickie's arm in a gesture to keep her quiet.

"But this doesn't seem to make much sense. It certainly isn't much of a fun party."

It certainly wasn't! In fact the young blonde was getting goosebumps watching what was happening. The actives and the men from the nearby fraternity Jeff belonged to were all dressed in white robes with peaked hoods, looking like members of the KKK. The living room of the sorority house had been transformed into a kind of Inquisition judgement room with three hooded figures sitting behind a desk. One by one the pledges were drawn up to the desk, "charges" read, and defense – or what passed for it – was made. Of course they were all found guilty, judged, then dragged away. Vickie would have thought there would be giggling or laughing at this sort of mock trial. But there seemed to be an air of severe, almost religious fervor about what was taking place.