Sorority Tales – Part 2 By Little Robbie Hi! Marianne here again, back for Part 2. So, just to catch up: I will be entering university soon, and there is one thing I’m nervous about: sororities and initiations. I’ve heard so many stories about humiliating initiations, and I am pretty shy about my body. I needed to do some research. I set up a poll on social media: Sororities: Is the initiation as horrible and embarrassing as I have heard? Is it worth it? Please tell me your stories. Here are some more of the replies I received: #HillaryxxCH Well, I got through it, and I suppose it was worth it, because I love my sorority sisters. But Hell Week (the last week of pledging) was really tough. Here’s an example of what I mean. Three of the sisters took me on a hike one afternoon. I was not allowed to bring my backpack or phone. After we’d been out about a half hour, we entered a heavily forested area, and they stopped and ordered me to take off my top and my shorts, which they then put in one of their backpacks. So now I was hiking on a public trail in just my bra, panties, socks, and shoes. My undies were embarrassingly pink, which almost matched my very red face. A couple of times we encountered other people on the trail, and I got more than a few rude comments. So embarrassing. We hiked along, with the other girls making casual conversation – you know, classes, boys, etc. – but I was having a hard time joining in being almost nude. Eventually we stopped in a small clearing in the trees, and I was made to take off my socks and shoes. The forest floor was somewhat soft here, but it definitely accentuated my embarrassment at being nearly naked in the middle of a forest. One of the sisters produced a set of handcuffs, and they backed me up near a tree that had a thick limb just above my head height. Then they handcuffed me with my arms up and the handcuffs over the limb. My feet easily reached the ground, so it was not painful or uncomfortable, just helpless. They put the key to the handcuffs on a string around my neck, so that the key was dangling between my boobs. The girls said, we’re going to leave you here for a while, pledge. And listen to me, this is very important: be nice and polite to anyone who happens to find you. We’ll be back to get you a little later. Ciao! Shit! Shit! Now I was cuffed to a tree limb, clad in only my pink bra and panties, in the middle of a forest. When would the girls be back? I tugged hard on the limb above me, but it was very solid. Should I yell for help? My thoughts were interrupted by a group of young girl scouts. What are you doing there? Why are you naked? I couldn’t come up with an answer, so I just blushed and shut up. They seemed to think that I should be spanked, so I had to put up with a barrage of spanks from the scouts, which I laughed along with even though it eventually hurt like hell, and I’m wondering if there’s a merit badge or something. Eventually they all apparently hit the ends of their young short attention spans and went on their way. About half an hour later I saw two boys who looked to be around 12 years old, coming down the trail. How do I get out of this? I turned my back on them, but it didn’t matter, and pretty soon they were all over me, laughing and feeling-up my boobs and my butt. I remembered the sorority sister’s warning that I had to be nice to anyone who came along – maybe the girls are hiding around here and spying on me, I don’t know. So I just put up with these two boys tickling me and putting their hands all over me (getting, by the way, more than either of my last two boyfriends). My boobs were a bit modest, but they were at least perky enough to not be a complete disaster, my ass was nicely tight, and my cooch was smooth. And now I’m getting angry with myself because I’m feeling wet, y’know, down there. The boys eventually got bored with feeling me up and left – but not before taking a few photos of me in my skimpy lingerie. A while later, another group appeared, three girls and three boys, all about my age, probably students also. I quickly caught on that one of the boys was pledging a fraternity, and the other two boys were frat brothers hazing him. The pledge was made to strip naked and stand directly in front of me, so we were about four feet apart. The brothers then directed him to jerk off and yell out when he was about to cum. His expression melted as he replied, yes brothers. He and I were both scanning each other’s bodies while he wrapped his right hand around his fairly impressive dick and began stroking. This was definitely getting me worked up, and I could feel my cunt really dripping now. My pink panties were almost certainly betraying me to the group. The boy pledge looked to be getting close to climax, and very shortly he shouted out, I’m going to cum! The brothers yelled at him to stop immediately, which he did, breathing hard and with his dick fully engorged. Then he was made to turn around facing the other five students and put his hands on his head. They made him stand there like that for several minutes, laughing and mocking his predicament. The girls humiliated him by fondling his dick and teasing him for not ejaculating in front of me. Then he was told to get behind me, pull my panties down to my knees, and step forward so his still-stiff dick was smashed between my now-naked ass cheeks. Then it was explained that he had to masturbate me while simultaneously jacking-off on my butt cheeks, and both of us must cum within the next three minutes. Otherwise I would be completely stripped of my bra and panties, he would be tied there behind me, naked just as he was, and they would take away all of our clothes with them as well as the handcuff key. But if we both did succeed in cumming within three minutes, they would release my handcuffs and let me keep my underwear on and the boy could get dressed as well. They said, GO. The boy laid his hands on the front of my hips and slid them down into my pussy, one hand parting my labia and the other hand finding my vagina. It didn’t matter that he had no lube, because of how wet I was. The embarrassment of this situation had me surprisingly hot already, and his hands in my cunt plus his stiff dick between my ass cheeks had me practically orgasmic before he had barely started. Needless to say, I easily came before the three minutes were up, loudly and noisily. The pledge boy was taking longer, maybe because he wasn’t getting enough friction on his dick, so I pushed back against him. He finally ejaculated just before the three-minute limit, much to my huge relief. The frat boys then released my hands from the tree limb, and I was allowed to pull my panties back up. They let the boy pledge get re-dressed, and they all marched up the trail, leaving me in the clearing in only my bra and panties. The sorority sisters re-appeared soon afterwards and congratulated me for my performance (apparently they had been spying). They gave me back my socks and shoes but kept my top and shorts in their backpack until we got back to their car, so I had even more embarrassing encounters with strangers along the hiking path, who couldn’t help noticing my cum juice staining the crotch of my panties and the load of jizz on my back. All in all, a completely humiliating afternoon. #Heatherxxpartygrrl Wow! Some of these stories are little real-life sagas. My most memorable experience of my sorority initiation happened one night during Hell Week. I was invited to a sleepover with Rachel, one of the sorority sisters, at the house she rented along with a couple of guys. She had also invited another sister, Bex, so there were three of us altogether. I think it was a Friday night, so I just assumed that the two guys who shared the house were down at one of the local bars. Anyway, we watched Prime for a while, then Rachel and Bex decided to play Truth or Dare with me. It started much as expected: questions about sexual history, which boys we were crushing on, etc., and fairly tame dares involving sexy dancing and getting lightly spanked. All of this was accompanied by many, many lemon vodka shots. I wasn’t keeping track of who was drinking how much, but I should have, because before I knew it, I had been dared repeatedly to take off articles of clothing until I was completely naked. I apparently found this very silly and funny, and Rachel and Bex were chuckling along and exchanging conspiratorial looks the whole time. At that point, Rachel got a text from one of her house-mates upstairs, who wanted to make a sandwich in the kitchen, requiring him to cross through the living room, where we were partying. Rachel said, sure Barry come right ahead. What?! Wait a minimumumm! He can’t see me like this! I’m naked! Rachel said, no problem, I’ll get you a towel to cover up. So she went into a nearby bathroom and returned with a white bath towel, which I got wrapped around me just in time to avoid any of my private parts being seen by Barry, and I dropped quietly onto the sofa as he clopped down the stairs. We all said hi, although I mostly just tried to disappear into the sofa…Wait! Barry? The hunk who was in my Psych class? He smiled in our direction, then Rachel seemed obliged to introduce us to Barry. No no no no no. He looked at me again and said, Juliet? Aren’t we in a class together? I forced a shy smile and pretended to be nonchalant about sitting on the sofa wearing only a bath towel. This was beginning to sober me up big time. Hi, Barry, what’s up? Barry asked, did you just get out of the shower, or…? Rachel piped up, no Barry, we have been playing a little Truth or Dare, and Juliet is definitely on a losing streak. Come to think of it, you could help us out here. Juliet was just asking for another dare, and maybe you could participate on this one. (OMG!) The dare is this: Juliet, whom I think you realize is wearing only a towel, is going to give you a blow job, and if she can get you to spurt before the next commercial comes on TV, she gets to keep the towel on. Otherwise the towel is coming off so you can fully appreciate all of Juliet’s charms. Jesus, no. No! No! Before I could open my mouth to protest, Barry said, oh cool, that sounds great. So where do we do this? He was already unbuckling his belt. Shit! I was trapped, I had to do this as part of my initiation if I wanted to get into the sorority. Rachel pulled me off the sofa and directed me to kneel in front of Barry. I tried not to look up in order to avoid any further embarrassment, although he already knew who I was and what I looked like from Psych class. In no time his jeans and briefs were down around his knees, and the girls said, ready, and go! I grabbed his ass (ooh, felt kinda good) and leaned forward to put his sizeable-looking dick into my mouth. I got busy fast, I didn’t know whether I could pull this off before the next commercial came on Prime. Took a little while just to get his dick fully stiff – he obviously had not been surfing porn sites before he came downstairs. Okay, deeper and more tongue. Deeper and more tongue. He was responding but didn’t feel really close to cumming, and I was starting to sweat from the effort. I sped up and began tickling his scrotum, which got him hotter still, but I was starting to feel desperate. It crossed my mind, was he deliberately delaying this so that he could see me naked? Faster, faster. I heard the girls giggling and shouting, hurry up, pledge, or that towel is coming off! Then he came, filling my mouth and throat with cum. The girls cried out, swallow it, pledge, swallow every bit! I managed to get it all down and then finally felt some relief that the dare was over. I leaned back and started to stand up, but my left foot accidentally stepped on the edge of the towel and pulled it off me as I got up! I screamed and started to lean down to grab the towel, but Rachel was too quick. She swept it off the floor and grabbed my right wrist to keep me from covering up. Barry’s eyes were big as saucers as he distractedly pulled up his briefs and jeans, ogling me in all my bare-ass nakedness. The girls had both my wrists so I couldn’t cover my boobs or my pussy. They held me like that for a good look, then they turned me around for the rear view. The girls were laughing and mocking me, hey Barry, what do you think? She’s a sexy little thing, isn’t she? Barry looked still in shock but managed to say, well I’d better get back to my room. Rachel said, I thought you were going to get something in the kitchen. Barry said, oh yeah, I’ll go do that. Then the girls let me go, and I ran into the bathroom to throw up. (Was it the vodka or the embarrassment? Or both?) By the time I came out, Barry had gone back upstairs, the girls announced that the Truth or Dare game was over for tonight, and they congratulated me for being such a good sport. I quickly got dressed and slinked back to my dorm. #FancyxxYancy Marianne, I’ve got to tell you, I almost de-pledged after this one episode, so be forewarned. On the last day of Hell Week, I was ordered to report at 12 noon, to the house of the sorority’s brother fraternity. I was told that I was on the verge of being rejected, and I needed to pass this test if I didn’t want to be thrown out. I dressed in a simple skirt and polo shirt, and I was visibly shaking as I walked slowly up the sidewalk and stepped up to the large front porch of the frat house. I rang the bell, and a few seconds later a note floated out from the letter slot. It said: 1. Strip off everything below your waist and pass the clothes through the mail slot 2. Using the paddle over on the porch swing, paddle your ass – hard – until it is bright red 3. Ring the bell again to get an inspection, and if your fanny is not red enough, you will repeat until you pass inspection, and you will receive penalties I had already done some pretty embarrassing things during the pledging process, but nothing like this. I found myself removing my shoes and socks and pulling down my skirt and panties on the front porch in the bright daylight, in full view of the sidewalk and street. There was an open railing at the front of the porch, but it did not completely obscure me as I picked up the ping-pong paddle from the porch swing and positioned myself bent forward slightly with my left hand on my left knee, facing the street. How do I even do this? I cocked my right elbow up high and brought the paddle down on my right cheek. OWW! Can I do this without yelling out and attracting passersby? Then the left cheek, then back and forth about ten times. I didn’t have any way to look at them to see how red they were, but these spanks were really stinging, and my buns were definitely heating up. I decided to ring the bell to “get an inspection.” After making me wait for over a minute – out in the open, mind you, with my red butt facing the street – a frat boy appeared at the door and made a gesture for me to turn around. I did. He chuckled and said, not even pink, get back to work on your miserable behind, and be quick about it. You’ve now got one penalty. He slammed the door shut. I heard a group of girls passing by on the sidewalk who started commenting rudely on my half-nakedness. Damn, cover it up, girl. You getting’ off on this? Look, her coochie is bare as a baby. I almost cried right there. I was publicly exposed, and I was going to have to truly torture myself to get my buns red enough. And how many more onlookers would I be entertaining before this is over? I heaved a heavy sigh and went back at it, swatting right, left, right, left, for a good five minutes. Goddam this hurt! Keep going, girl. Right, left, right, left, until I literally collapsed right there on the porch floor. I got up, gulped hard, and rang the doorbell again. Again they made me wait by the door for more than a minute before the door swung open. I turned around to present my butt for inspection, and this time I passed. Whew! I was allowed in but had to remain bottomless. I was led into the main room, where about a dozen fraternity members awaited me. I was stood up in the middle of the room and told to keep my hands on the back of my head with my fingers interlaced and my elbows spread as wide as I could. At this point I was clad only in my pink polo shirt – which did nothing to cover my pussy or butt – and white bra. One of the guys, Charlie, seemed to be in charge, and the first thing he said to me was to very slowly turn around until he said I could stop. I suppose this was to allow all the boys to get a good long look at my privates. Suddenly I felt like all of the air in the room was swirling around my thighs. Then he began to question me. What’s your name? Yancy. Wrong! Another penalty. What’s your name? Um, it’s Yancy. Wrong again! Another penalty. What’s your name? (Oh, I get it now.) It's pledge. That’s correct. How old are you? 18. What do you weigh? I wasn’t used to answering that question honestly, so without thinking, I said 128. They produced a scale and made me weigh myself in front of them (which was actually the most embarrassing thing I had had to do up to now). The scale said 132. You lied, pledge, that’s another penalty. Shit, I was now up to four penalties, which couldn’t be good. Charlie continued, do you have any tats? Just one, on my left shoulder. We need to verify that. Remove your shirt, pledge, and be sexy about it, like you’re getting ready for sex with one of us. I could just sense all the guys in the room beginning to salivate. Oh man…okay. I decided to pick out one guy – a very cute one – and keep my eyes on him while I removed my shirt, slowly lifting it over my head like I was teasing him with it. Throw it to one of us, you may be able to win that back later. I threw it to my cute guy. Now I was down to just my bra, which was white, thin, and lacy. I had to show everyone my small tat on the back of my left shoulder – just a simple pink heart. Okay, pledge, verified. What size is your bra? 33B. We’ll need to verify that, so remove it and politely hand it to one of the guys here. I exhaled hard. I suppose it was inevitable. I reached around and clumsily unclasped my bra, then walked it over to another guy who took it from me. He looked very excited to be holding a bra that had just had actual tits in it. He verified that it was indeed 33B. I wasn’t embarrassed by my B-cups, but most of the girls in the sorority looked to be C or D-cups (unless they were cheating). Charlie ordered me to put my hands back behind my head and go back to slowly turning around. I now felt, like, three times more naked than when I was just showing my pussy and butt. There’s something about being completely and utterly naked, particularly in the middle of a crowd of fully clothed fraternity guys, that had me almost trembling with embarrassment. The questions continued as I slowly turned. Ever given head? Yes. Ever done it with a girl? Yes…uh…sorta. How often do you masturbate? Two or three times a week, I suppose. Fingers or dildo? Usually fingers. How many fingers can you get up there? (What the fuck!) Okay, uh, three. Facing up or facing down? Both. We’ll return to that a little later, pledge. Right now, how about we let you pay off one of your penalties. Can someone grab a couple ice cubes from the freezer? I was now allowed to stop turning and lower my arms. I was handed two ice cubes and told to hold them up to my nipples until they were completely melted. Ouch! They hurt instantly. They told me that they would help speed up the melting by getting me more turned on. Two guys at a time stepped forward and felt me up for two minutes, then another two guys, etc. Nothing was off limits. Hands on my ass and thighs, fingers between my labia, exploring my clit and vagina. Tickling my ribs, my arms, my neck, my side boobs. I was not allowed to remove the horrible, horrible ice cubes from my nipples until they had completely liquified. Seemed to take forever, but probably about 15 minutes. Charlie feigned concern about my burning-cold nipples, and I was “allowed” to jiggle them by hopping up and down for five minutes. The guys loved watching my boobs bounce, big surprise. My face turned progressively redder with every hop, and I eventually had to close my eyes to keep from crying. So Charlie calls a stop to the hopping and announces it’s now time to pay my second penalty. I am to walk around the entire block fully nude and return to the fraternity house. Hm, could be worse, I suppose. As it turns out I was right, it could be worse. There were additional stipulations. I had to let one of the guys write something on my forehead (which I found out later was, I’M CUMMING). They produced a wood pole about four feet long, which looked like a sawed-off broom handle; it had three collars attached, one in the middle for my neck and one at each end for my wrists. When attached, it kept my hands up at neck level and unable to touch any part of my body. Then they inserted a remote-controlled vibe in my vagina, which Charlie demonstrated by turning up the intensity using his iPhone. Oh-h-h-h-h. As a final touch, one of the guys produced a small unlabeled jar holding something that looked like coldcream, and proceeded to apply a large dab to each of my nipples and areolas. I soon discovered that this little concoction made my nipples itch like crazy. Before I was even out the door, I started begging anyone in the room to scratch my boobs. But they all laughed and waved bye-bye. Okay, so this was not to be an easy walk around the block by any means. For one thing, I had two fraternity guys following me to make sure I completed my assignment (and hopefully to guard my safety). And for another, I had itchy – REALLY itchy – nipples and a vibe in my vagina that was probably being controlled by one of my escorts on the sidewalk. As I walked along the sidewalk, I didn’t know whether to be happy or disappointed when I encountered others. I say happy because I was hoping to find someone – ANYONE! – who was willing to scratch my itchy tits for me. I was begging everyone I saw, female and male (fuck, this was humiliating!!), but it wasn’t until the fourth or fifth person that I was able to convince a boy with my begging (and crying) to give me some relief. He willingly reached forward with both hands to rub and roll my nipples. At the same time, the vibe in my vagina went crazy, which made my knees buckle and I let out a major groan. He looked impressed that he almost made me cum just by touching my tits. After about 15 seconds of this sensory overload, the boy was waved away by my escorts, and my vibe was dialed back to medium. God, did I really do that on a public sidewalk in the middle of the afternoon? I continued on my forced journey around the block, getting vibe “shocks” every 50 feet or so. Plus, to my dismay, my nipples returned to really itchy mode almost as soon as that last scratching ended, so I absolutely could not help myself from begging everyone I saw. I was completely shameless. The itching was SO AGGRAVATING! Almost as aggravating as watching person after person look me over and laugh their heads off without helping in the slightest. Of course, my forehead read, I’M CUMMING, and I was buckling and groaning from the vibe almost constantly. This was a level of humiliation I didn’t think I would ever experience. It took me almost an hour to complete my one-block walk, during which I had my itchy boobs scratched exactly five times, always by very horny boys (my escorts were definitely running this little show), I nearly orgasmed exactly five times, and dozens of girls and boys laughed themselves silly watching me shudder my way along the sidewalk. Once we got back to the fraternity house, my vibe was removed, my wrists and neck were released, and I was provided with a washcloth to wipe off the itch cream. I finally got to look in a mirror at my forehead (okay, no wonder…) but was not allowed to wash it off. Charlie was clearly pleased with the report he got from my two “bodyguards” so he pronounced penalty two complete. Shit, I still had two to go! He announced that my third penalty was to give head to three fraternity brothers, right there in front of everyone. And swallow. I was told to pick two of the guys, and the fraternity would decide who would be the third. Just the act of picking the guys I was going to suck was humiliating enough, like I actually WANTED to blow these guys. I picked the guy I had been eyeing earlier (cause he was kinda cute) and a guy who was standing back against the wall (hoping for a small dick, but how do you know anyway…). Just as I was getting ready to kneel down for this suck fest, Charlie said, oh, and one more thing. He pulled out two short lengths of dental floss, and he tied one end to each of my thumbs. The other ends he encircled my nipples with several wraps and tied tight. This left me with my right thumb tied to my right nipple and my left thumb tied to my left nipple, with only about two inches of play between nipple and thumb. Shit! I could barely move in any direction without pulling on my nipples. And I had to suck off three fraternity guys before they declared my third penalty complete. The first guy (my favorite cutie) was very handsome and polite as he pulled out his penis, which was long and narrow – not overly challenging I would say. With the limited use of my hands, it took almost ten minutes to get him off, and my nipples were being constantly tortured the whole time. When he finally came, I just barely managed to take his whole load without spilling. The second guy (Mr. Wallflower) may have looked a little shy, but I was way off in assuming a smallish weenie – it was sizeable and fully engorged even before I started. The good news, he came pretty quickly, and once again I barely handled the formidable load of semen. More torture to both nipples, which were by now super-sensitive. Oddly, this torture was beginning to turn me on a bit. I wanted to caress my poor nips with my fingers, but the way my thumbs were tied to them didn’t allow this comfortably. The third guy, selected by the fraternity brothers, was (surprise…) a football player and real jock. He was at least 6-4 and muscular, with rugged good looks and a bit of a smirk on his face. He ordered me to take out his penis, which required bigger hand movements, and I thought I was going to pass out from the self-torture of my nipples being pulled around. Not surprisingly, his dick was enormous, and I could hear his fraternity brothers congratulating themselves on selecting him for my third BJ. It was everything I could do just to get it through my lips. I managed to get my tongue to work on it, and eventually I felt his orgasm approach. Once again I got a large mouthful of cum and started swallowing as fast as I could. Just made it with only a small dribble. I was relieved to get three of my penalties taken care of, but my relief was short lived when Charlie described my final penalty. Because you’ve been such a compliant and obedient pledge today for your fraternity friends, we’re going to give you a break and allow you to finally experience that orgasm that I’m sure you have been craving. I actually was starting to get frustrated from not being able to even touch my pussy for the last hour, especially when the frat boys were getting everything they dreamed of. They announced that this game will be Red Light Green Light. I was laid out and spread open on the carpet in the middle of the room, face-down with a fat pillow under my hips, so my butt, butt-hole, and vulva were all on full display. I was now very aware of the cool air in the room on my privates, and I was once again completely flushed with humiliation. My ankles and wrists were being gripped tightly by fraternity guys, and another of the guys, Bailey, knelt between my legs. Okay, Charlie announced, Greenlight 30 seconds. Bailey began fingering my pussy, lightly tracing up and down between my labia and gently probing at my vagina. Ordinarily this would have felt very sexy, but NOT IN FRONT OF 12 FRAT BOYS. I tried to relax and go with it, but then I heard, Redlight 30 seconds, at which Bailey stopped and pulled his hands back. I could feel all the stares and hear the lewd comments from the boys around me, and my damp pussy was really feeling the cool air in the room. Greenlight 30 seconds, and Bailey’s hands returned to my vulva, a little stronger and deeper this time, one hand slowly pumping two knuckles deep into my vagina and the other hand softly caressing my butt. I could definitely settle into this, and I started rocking back and forth to Bailey’s rhythm. Just let it hap… Redlight 30 seconds. He stopped. Dammit! 30 seconds is too much cool-off time, how was I ever going to get off with this? Wait… Wait… Wait… Greenlight 20 seconds. Only 20 seconds now?! Bailey’s fingers plunger into my vagina, this time two fingers pulsing deep, with the other hand pawing toward my clit. I’m in heaven, and I’m heating up fast. Redlight 20 seconds. Arghhh! The boys around me were getting closer and hurling new humiliations. Whore. Cunt. Slut. I tried to shut them out. Greenlight 20 seconds. Go to it, Bailey! Get me off, I’m running out of time! He was digging deep and swirling my clit at the same time. Exactly what I needed. I cried out, FASTER BAILEY, and he responded, but then – Redlight 20 seconds. At least the redlight sessions were getting shorter – but no less frustrating. I tried wiggling my ass to see if I got any stimulation from that, but all it got was a round of laughter from the boys. Shit! Hurry back, Bailey! Greenlight 10 seconds. Ten seconds?! How could I get off like this?! Bailey went right back to work, but now I was beginning to suspect that he had been secretly directed to deliberately deny me my orgasm. I’ll show them. I’ll have my orgasm in spite of them. Redlight 10 seconds. Look how wet she is! She looks like she could pop her cork any second. Whaddaya say, pledge, you ready to cum for us? I was sweating like crazy, in addition to my leaking pussy juice. Greenlight 10 seconds. Bailey’s hands were back, all over my clit and vagina, pumping and swirling. I was bucking back and forth like I was riding a horse. I’m gonna cum, dammit! Just watch this- Time’s up! What?! NOOO! Bailey, you’re relieved of duty. The pledge whore looks a little frustrated. What do you guys say, should we let her get off for us? A lot of cheering at that, a few boos. Okay, here’s the deal, pledge, we’re gonna let go of your left hand and see if you can jerk yourself off before the pizza guy shows up with our pizza, which should be very soon. Otherwise you get tossed out on the street butt-naked. You ready, pledge? Yes, sir, please, sir. Okay, GO! My left hand was freed (of course, I’m right-handed…) and I immediately thrust it beneath me and got my fingers to work on my vagina. I was already soaking wet down there, so I was immediately wanking away for all I was worth, curling my fingers inside of my vagina and thrusting in and out as fast as I could manage. I’m definitely not used to doing this left-handed! Then I felt WHACK! Someone spanked me! Hard! It's a distraction, get past it, get to your climax. I pulled on my clit and moaned. Then another WHACK! WHACK! OMG, spanks were raining down on my naked bum, and the frat boys were laughing and yelling insults. I heard, I think I heard the pizza guy coming up the steps! Almost there! Oh fuck…Oh fuck…FUUUCK! I exploded! I felt my legs try to snap together. I let out a huge cry. Then I immediately remembered where I was, and on what circumstances, and my face went redder than it ever had done before. My arms and legs were suddenly free, and I curled up into a ball. The frat boys were cheering and jeering to beat the band. I couldn’t believe what I had just done. Masturbating in front of 12 fraternity guys. Plus the pizza guy now. No no no. Could I get outta here please? Charlie announced that I had completed all of the interviews and punishments and was now free to leave. I was only allowed to wear any of my clothes that I could find, which turned out to be only the skirt that I had stuffed through the mail slot when I first arrived. I returned to the sorority house barefoot and with my arms wrapped around my naked boobs. I had to stand, topless, before a group of sorority girls and report on everything that had happened. They got a good laugh out of my adventures and promised me “more fun tomorrow.”