I walked down Sorority Row, under the beautiful old trees, to the stately mansion that was the Alpha Phi house. As I went inside, I noticed a group of my Sorority Sisters gathered in the front room, clustered around a piece of paper. My curiosity aroused, I went in to join them.
Nancy, our vice-president, had the paper and was scanning it as the others giggled. I looked over her shoulder and saw the bold headline:
DELTA TAU DELTA TOGA SLAVE AUCTION
With a gasp, I joined the group on the couch and listened to their comments.
"Oh my god! The DTs want us to volunteer for a slave auction. It's a money raiser to pay their Campus Senate fine for their last Toga Party," said Linda.
"Alpha Phi was well represented at that party," giggled Sharon. "There were about a dozen of us, wearing about nine togas... " The other girls joined in the laughter at the memory of what had to have been the U's greatest, and sexiest, party for years.
"I don't trust the DTs," commented Ginger. "I still don't know how I wound up in Doug's bedroom after that party. And what I really don't know is whether I had fun." A gale of laughter greeted her bemused look.
"Sister," I chimed in, "we ALL had fun at that Toga Party! Count on it. But what's this slave auction all about?"
"Wellll..." Nancy began, "They can't put all the details in this flyer. It looks innocent. At least as innocent as anything that has the deltas on it can. Supposedly they will sell volunteers for a day's slavery, doing 'anything' that the buyer wants them to."
"Anything?" queried Ginger. "What does 'anything' cover?"
"Welllll... " Nancy said again, "Keith says..." Keith, Nancy's boyfriend, was of course a leader of the DTs.
"Yes?" Ginger raised an eyebrow.
"Well, he says it means literally 'anything' at all. He said we should all wear skimpy togas that come off easily, so that sort of sets the tone, doesn't it?" Nancy continued.
"Oh my god!" Linda repeated. "I knew it! That is the DTs all over."
"Wait a minute," I said. "What do you mean, 'we all'? You think the Alpha Phis are going to be the slaves for this auction?"
"Well, of course," Nancy asserted. "We are their Little Sisters, after all, and we did have a great time at the Toga Party!"
Just then the door opened, and several freshmen from the pledge class came in. Nancy quickly folded up the paper and thrust it away. "Pledges are not invited!" she whispered. "Meet in my room at midnight."
So that was how it began. The way it ended up was with four of us, along with three girls from other Sororities, nervously huddled in a room at the DTD house.
Keith, Nancy's boyfriend, came into the room. He looked around approvingly at the gathered "slave girls."
"Nice, nice," he said. "I love your little togas. And I love the perky boobs with their nipples poking through the soft fabric. But I especially love the show when you raise your arms over your head. Be sure to do that when you come on the auction block."
We giggled at that, but I know that in my case I was taking in the full implications of what I had gotten myself into. While I certainly had my share of boyfriends in my three years at the U, I was not promiscuous and my sex experience was fairly limited. I was sort of afraid of what 'anything' might mean. Well, we would soon learn.
"OK," said Keith, "time to start. Slaves to the auction block."
We stood up in a row. Nancy was first in line. To our amazement, Keith produced a box of leather collars with big brass rings on them. A couple of other DTs came into the room. They went down the line, fixing a collar on each slave girl. Then each collar had a chain attached, which was snapped to the next girl's collar, leaving about two feet space. I put my hands up to my collar and could feel that it was securely snapped. This was beginning to feel a little too much like real slavery to me. I glanced around at the other girls. Some, like me, had concerned looks on their faces. But others, like Sharon, were licking their glossed lips with what seemed like anticipation.
Now Keith produced something that scared me more. It was a riding crop. It was small, brown, and flexible, but it was definitely a whip. He gave Nancy a sharp crack on the butt. We heard the impact, and heard her give a little gasp as she winced. I was definitely afraid now, and feeling like a real slave.
He gave Nancy one more stroke to the ass and called, "Move on." Nancy obediently started forward and of course all the rest of us on the chain followed.
We were greeted with cheers as we were led into the DTD party room. It was filled with what looked like half the frat guys on campus, most dressed in togas made from their bed sheets. I could see lots of the togas standing up into tents at the crotch, and at least two of the guys already had their hands under the toga moving up and down. Empty beer cups scattered the room so I knew the guys were well lubed up.
Now a lot of the frat guys at the U have plenty of money. Many of them are preppies from back East, and Daddy keeps them well supplied with the green stuff. The bidding figured to be high as they anticipated us doing 'anything' for them.
The "auction block" was a temporary stage set up in front of the room. The line was led up to it, but to get on we had to raise our legs and climb to the top of it. As Nancy did this, her pussy with its red hair was exposed briefly to the crowd, bringing cheers again. Some of the other girls tried other angles, but that only resulted in displaying their naked butts instead of their pussies.
When I got to the block, I decided there was no point in trying to hide anything. I figure my long legs are one of my best assets, so I placed one foot up on the high platform and as my toga rode up, I let my shaved pussy open up for everybody to have a nice look at. I hesitated in that pose and smiled at the collected perverts in the crowd. Actually this was starting to get exciting and I could feel drops of lubrication in my pussy. A gratifying amount of cheers greeted my show, and a couple of guys were waving money already.
Keith grabbed the mic and explained the rules. There really weren't any, and 'anything' was emphasized again. The crowd cheered every time that word was mentioned. As for me, every time I contemplated 'anything' I felt my pussy get wetter. I knew my nipples were standing erect now, straining at the light fabric of my skimpy toga. I pulled my arms back and stuck my chest out, thinking I might as well try to up the price by putting on a good show.
Now our two "guards" unclipped Nancy's collar from the chain. They pushed her out to the front of the line, rather roughly, I thought. Just as she reached the front of the block, Keith touched her ass with the riding crop. She gave out a little yelp of surprise, and probably pain. The pervs in the audience cheered again.
"OK, to open the bidding is this willing Alpha Phi slave. I can personally vouch for her talents at doing 'anything' very well," Keith intoned. Then he grabbed his crotch and the audience laughed. "Let's start the bidding for this fine slave girl at $100."
I gasped at that price, but the rich frat boys were not deterred at all. Her price rapidly rose to $250. Then there was a lull.
"Don't stop there, gentlemen! We owe the Campus Senate a lot more than that." The fine had been one of the biggest in the U's history. "Here is a bit more incentive."