Girls Will Be Girls 4

Beta Delta Sorority House was one of the most selective and prestigious houses on campus. From the time girls started to check out Kingsmount University this sorority was the most prolific, secretive and hardest to get into. This was due to the fact that some Women that cited this as their alma mater were some of the top names in their fields. Having used the bonds formed during their time their as a foundation for astonishing careers, hence why gaining admission was so heavily coveted. Such a reputation produced students of the highest calibre, young women that were not only academically capable but socially renown for grace, charm and discretion.

Intrigue and mystery shrouded the estimable women that slept in the palatial accommodation, each one proud of their position. Which was one that was well earned...

At the start of every first semester each fraternity and sorority would fling open their doors to enlist new brothers or sisters. The process would work whereby new students looking to find a sense of belonging would sign up for rush week - a process that would allow each house to choose who gained admittance - where they would be consensually hazed. Beta Delta's new house president Allegra Monroe sat at a table on the street in front of the house with a smile on her face and a pen in her hand. She thanked each new sign up with a vulpine smirk commenting that she looked forward to their presence at the rush slumber party. This was done as each girl came and went, mentally she noted which girls, due to their body composition, were immediate NO's, giggling at the excess flab she saw as a failing. Others; she looked at admiringly; made a mental note of them. This was so she could fantasise about them during her me time later, making herself come as she contemplated how anxious their youthful minds must be. Being that she was bisexual and had no issue objectifying the women she perceived to be beneath her - their worries fuelling her masturbation. Nobody could tell her anything. She was at the top of her game, an unstoppable force in every room she walked in to.

Allegra settled into her role as president exceedingly well. She loved living with all of her friends and found confidence in the trust that was placed in her. All of the girls she presided over had known her for years, voting her into her position. Some of them had even been lovers, which by some miracle she was still amicable with. The world was Allegra's oyster, she was looking at graduating top of her class, a boyfriend that all admired and power over all of these women. As she entered the end of her tenure as a student she felt she was exactly where she was supposed to be, all of her stars were aligned. Rush week was going to be her magnum opus, never before had she felt so ready to make the girls pledging into submissive little bitches. Also her new range of sleep wear would help in building confidence as she did this. Her trust was in her girls and the knowledge that she could get away with putting the hopeful entrants to the sisterhood through abject hell.

The current residents of Beta Delta assembled for a meeting. All sat with notebooks and pens (most of which had those fluffy tops that glided through the air as you wrote) waiting for Allegra to fill them in. Their president stood to speak.

'Right Ladies, I hope you are all ready for a really busy first semester. We have so many sign ups that hell week is actually going to have to become hell fortnight.'

For context: Hell Week (Noun), was a period over which the young women that signed up to join the sorority were selected. The wheat from the chaff were separated in a series a humiliating tasks that tested their fortitude and resilience. It was an opportunity to see the true colours of those that would be admitted a place amidst the sisterhood during their time studying, also, this permitted the girls who were already residents to assert their dominance over the newbies.

Allegra continued 'This year I don't want any of you going soft. You will be heartless dominatrixes that show no mercy to those you are dominating. If they complain about an initiation task, there will be no arguments. You kick them out and there are no second chances. Obviously don't be so cruel that it gets us in trouble, BUT, our reputation for being selective and ruthless must be maintained. That, and remember all we were put through to be here.'

Tia, Allegra's best friend spoke. Saying 'They made me crawl around the kitchen with the presidents dirty panties in my mouth whilst hitting me with a wet towel'. Some of the girls tittered, amused. Another girl piped up asking 'is that why you're a lesbian?'. Tia looked her dead in the eye and without missing a beat said 'you've met my boyfriend Peggy. Funny how I've never seen yours. Oh wait thats because you don't have one, because you sleep with people immediately after saying hello.' The said Peggy blushed and fiddled with her fluffy pen, shamefaced. Allegra sucked her teeth and shook her head in Peggy's direction, which prompted the offender to sheepishly apologise.

'Enough of that' resumed Allegra 'we need to start thinking about challenges for night one of the sleepover. I was thinking something along the lines of guess who has the vibrating love egg in. How it would work is throughout the night a select few girls...' adding as a side note '...who we like and are likely to join the sorority...' cheekily she winked and continued '...have remote control love eggs in and the other girls have to guess when its on vibrate and who has it turned on, at the end of the night they all vote and if a girl with an egg in is caught she has a forfeit.'

The listeners scribbled away in their books at the game she described. 'How does everyone feel about that?' Allegra raised her thumb, holding it up, down and horizontally. The general feeling was that it was quite tame, but a good way to assert authority before they amped up the hazing on the other nights. All the girls were thrilled that they could explore the darker recess of their sexual imaginations, whilst getting desperate initiates to conform to their ideas.

The rest of the evening was spent with the Young Women brainstorming how to torture their potential sisters. This started by compiling a long list of rules they were to follow upon entry to the house. Some were ridiculous, like anybody with their hair in a ponytail had to drink half a bottle of vodka and do an expressive dance in the middle of the road topless with their breasts out. The other pledges would then vote on if they performed well enough to be allowed back into the hazing. Such ideas were thrown out, discussed and then cruelly refined until the girls currently living in the house were tired and went to bed.

Although one idea had been cut down fast, Peggy had suggested that they place the new girls' breakfast with faeces - finding this instantly disgusting Allegra vetoed it, she then ordered Peggy come to her room, suck her toes and pleasure her. In spite of her somewhat homophobic comments earlier in the evening Peggy knew that it was on pain of expulsion from the house, she refuse.

After some hours of intimacy and Allegra treating Peggy like a dog she ordered her to wash her off in the shower and dry her. The president then kissed her goodnight, sending her to her room where her roommate turned over in her bed, half asleep and said 'you deserved that, who's the lesbian now?' to which Peggy replied 'it's me.' Yet she was too ashamed to admit that she liked being treated like Allegra's bitch, the proximity to her social sway gave her a sense of conviction while she smelt her arse. Something about being punished got her off and the degradation only served to make her more thankful that she was a lowly, yet active part of the sorority. Also, a part of her glowed in the knowledge that once the new girls came her offenses would be forgotten and she would retain a greater sense of control over others.

That made her wet.