Chapter 1: The Brothers' Auction
When I joined the sorority, I didn't know they had a basement, and they certainly hadn't told me what went on down there. So when the announcements went up about the Sisters and Brothers Auction with a neighboring frat, I didn't know what it really meant.
I signed up to participate. They said that my willing sisters and I would be auctioned off to the brothers of the fraternity. I figured we'd be cleaning bathrooms or cooking or something like that.
On the night of the auction, one of the sisters crept up behind me in the showers after my workout and blindfolded me. She let me wrap in a towel, but not get dressed. And she led me into the basement I hadn't known about. She took off my blindfold in a long mirrored room, like a ballet studio.
There were a couple other girls there, one wrapped in a blanket, one in a miniskirt and tube top, one in Daisy Dukes and a bustier. The girl who had kidnapped me left. And then the sorority president came in, entirely in the buff. "All right, girls. Off with it." The girl in the blanket dropped it, obviously expecting this.
The rest of us hesitated. The president reached me first and tugged away my towel, looping it over her arm. Then she turned on the other two. "Take it off. The brothers have the right to see what they're purchasing."
I have to say, I was in a state of shock. I barely heard the president say, "This will be a final auction. All decisions of the mediators, the frat president and I, are final and binding." Then she left with our clothes.
When she returned, she spaced us evenly through the room, feet apart, instructed us to stand still, do as we were told and keep our mouths shut, and then took a position at the end herself. Then they let in the brothers.
They were all fully dressed, which I found both unfair and a little relieving. They began to circle through the room, around us girls, looking intently. I knew I was blushing furiously. "Come on!" said our president. "Be thorough in your inspection! Only penile penetration is forbidden."
That was when I felt the first hand squeeze my ass. I jumped, and he smacked me lightly. I remembered that we weren't to move. Another grabbed my breast, weighing it in his hand, then kneading it. My nipples must have stiffened, because one was tweaked. I gasped a little, but didn't move.
"Hey," whispered one of the guys. "Think she likes it?" He reached between my legs and stuck two fingers in my shaved slit. He brushed my hard clit, and my stomach tightened, but I didn't make a sound. The rational part of me was getting numb, and the sensual part of me was getting excited. He removed his fingers and smeared the stuff on my lips.
Another reached in from behind and rubbed hard on my clit. I gasped, my mouth falling open, and someone chuckled. The fingers rubbed again, and I felt my thighs quiver. He rubbed some more, in little circles, and his thumb went up inside me.
Someone was playing with my nipples. Someone else was kneading my ass with one hand. I was breathing heavily, quivering, right on the edge of orgasm, when someone clapped. The hands disappeared and the guys filed out of the room.
"All right," said the president. "You get five minutes to yourselves."
The girl beside me stepped closer, running her manicured nails up my back. "I saw them fingering you," she said in a breathy voice. "Are you as close as I am?" I must have nodded, because she leaned closer and sucked on my earlobe, spiking me a little closer to cumming. "Good. Lay down. I'll lick your hurt, if you lick mine."