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Hazing The Sorority Pledge Ch 02

Hazing The Sorority Pledge Ch 02

by gottaloveaslowburn
19 min read
4.26 (10000 views)
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Disclaimer:

-This is a completely non-consensual story. If such content offends you, please do not read.

-This is purely a work of fiction. All characters are over the age of 18.

-The letters for the sorority were picked at random. I kinda wanted the sisters to be called DEBs because I like acronyms that spell words and I think it's kind of ironic. This is not a reflection on any sorority/fraternity that might go by these letters.

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Sienna joins the rest of the sisters on the couches as they sit back and admire their handiwork. Quinn is curled up in a ball on the bed of blankets in the middle of the room, completely naked and shell shocked by what was done to her. Tears stream down her face as she silently tries to process.

Quinn takes slow, deep breathes to combat the racing of her heart. Soft murmurs float around her as the sisters chat quietly, muted by her thoughts. The adrenaline fades as she calms down. Although she can't shake the knowledge of how she was just thoroughly violated, she starts to process how much the fear and lack of control had heightened her pleasure. She'd never experienced such a powerful orgasm.

Numbness sets in and Quinn slowly uncurls, sitting up. She can't bring herself to care about the sisters seeing her body right now. Why bother when they've already seen everything and more? She looks around for the clothes Sienna lent her earlier.

Sienna walks over and offers a hand to help her up. Quinn takes it, eying her warily, and stands.

"Let's get you cleaned up." Sienna coos in a soft, comforting voice.

Her hand still held by her big sister, Quinn lets herself be led upstairs to Sienna's en suite bathroom. She watches as Sienna turns on the water in the shower.

"Why don't you start getting ready for bed while we wait for the water to heat up?" Sienna hands her an unopened toothbrush, then moves to sit on the vanity.

Quinn brushes her teeth and uses the toilet, aware of Sienna's gaze on her. As steam fills the bathroom, she pulls the scrunchy out of her hair and throws it up into a new bun to keep it from getting wet. She steps into the shower, letting the warm water flow over her. Quinn faces the wall, attempting to keep her back to Sienna as she washes off the massage oil coating her body.

Sienna watches intently as Quinn runs her hands over her gorgeous body. Although she tries to hide, Sienna catches flashes of side boob. Her clit tingles as Quinn leans down to scrub her legs with body wash, offering tantalizing glimpses of her pussy.

When Quinn reaches to clean between her thighs, she is hit with the memory that it's not just massage oil she's removing. Holy shit, a woman spit on her pussy tonight! Her pussy has been covered with another woman's saliva in order to lube it up for her to be finger fucked against her will. She shudders in revulsion.

The water rinses the last of the body wash down the drain. Quinn turns it off and steps out of the shower, reaching for a towel before realizing that Sienna is holding it. Quinn stands mutely, staring at nothing while Sienna dries her off, the fight drained out of her for the night.

Sienna hangs the towel up to dry and leads the despondent girl back into the bedroom. Rather than offering clothes, Sienna tucks her into the air mattress as she is, pulling the sheet up to cover Quinn's naked body. She moves to lay on her own bed, taking out her phone and scrolling social media while she waits for Quinn to fall asleep.

Quinn lays on the air mattress, unsettled by the feel of sheets against her bare skin. She has always slept in clothes, but she hadn't brought any of her own because she hadn't planned on spending the night when she arrived at the sorority house. She briefly considered asking her big sister to lend her something, but discarded the idea because that clearly wasn't going happen.

Once Sienna hears Quinn's breathing even out in sleep, she sets about completing her nighttime ritual. All the while, she relishes in the knowledge that she has an unwilling, naked girl in her room. So fucking hot!

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Quinn wakes up in the morning to an empty room. Holding the sheet to cover her chest, she sits up and eyes her surroundings. Sienna's bed is made and no sound is coming from the bathroom, so she must have already gone downstairs. She spots a pile of clothes sitting on the end of Sienna's bed, a t-shirt and some sweatpants. A post-it note on top tells Quinn "You're welcome.", confirming they are meant for her.

She breathes a sigh of relief and quickly tugs them on. She'd worried that Sienna expected her to come down naked and wasn't sure what the consequences would have been for stealing some clothes from the closet. She makes a quick stop in the bathroom before heading downstairs.

Quinn heads into the kitchen, finding most of the sisters in there as well. A huge spread of breakfast food covers the island. She can't help but notice that the sisters who were home last night all have their phones out, showing something to sisters who were out with their littles or had other plans. They look up as she enters. Some smirk at her while a few give her warm smiles and wish her good morning.

Sienna takes her by the shoulders and leads her to a chair at the breakfast table. She goes to the island and comes back to set a full plate in front of Quinn. "Eat."

Halfway though her meal, Quinn can no longer resist and asks what everyone is looking at on their phones. Addie, who was part of spa night but not one of the sisters that massaged Quinn, turns her phone around for Quinn to watch.

Quinn recoils in horror at what she sees. A video of her sitting on the floor in front of the couch. She watches as Sienna pushes Quinn's shirt down to reveal her breasts and starts massaging them. In the video, Quinn looks uncomfortable.

"Your boobs are so adorable!" The sister Addie had been showing the video to comments with a snicker. "Wish I'd been home last night."

Quinn gasps. "Addie, delete that immediately."

Addie taps her chin, pretending to consider this. "No, I don't think I will."

"But why?"

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"I can't wait to get myself off while watching it later." Addie replies, then shrugs. "Besides, it's not like it's the only video."

"What?!" Quinn sits, frozen in shock.

The women exchange glances. The sisters not massaging Quinn had all taken pictures and video throughout the night, sharing with those who had their hands on the pledge. Amaya holds her phone out for Quinn to look at, showing her a video of Quinn laying naked on her back as Niko and Priya run their nails over her areolas and Sienna spreads Quinn's glistening pussy lips.

Quinn's stomach drops. Amaya filmed at angle where everything is visible, even Quinn's face. If this video ever got out, there would be no doubt it was her in the video and everyone would see her getting violated. Tears gather in her eyes as shame, humiliation, and rage build within her.

Blake, the president of the sorority, moves to stand beside Quinn, slinging an arm around her shoulders. She places her phone on the table in front of Quinn as it plays another video, making it clear that these videos were being shared among the sisters.

"Unless you want these to get shared outside the sorority, you let us do whatever we want with you. Whenever we want." Blake explains, letting her hand graze Quinn's breast where it hangs over her shoulder. Seeing the panic in the pledge's eyes, Blake offers a small consolation. "We swear to never mess with your academics. We'll never interrupt your class schedule or prevent you from studying. If you're going to join this sorority as a full member one day, you have to keep your grades up. And, let's be clear, we may want to have some fun with you, but we're not trying to ruin your life."

Quinn pushes her plate away, no longer hungry. They seriously still expect to her to be a member of this fucked up group after what they did to her?

"Think about it." Blake tells her and walks off.

Quinn gets up and heads to the front door where she left her shoes. As she ties her laces, Sienna approaches with a bag that she holds out to Quinn.

"Your clothes, from your workout yesterday. Lila threw them in the laundry last night, so they're clean."

Quinn takes the bag, unsure how to feel. On the one hand, they did something absolutely vile last night. On the hand, they went out of their way to do make her feel pampered and taken care of. She heads back to her dorm to consider her options.

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Quinn lays on her extra-long twin bed in her dorm room as she contemplates her future, grateful her roommate is out.

Option 1: Stay with the sorority. Put up with unknown methods of future torment and become a member of a sisterhood of women who completely violated her with no remorse and planned to continue doing so. Quinn would never be able to full trust them, but at the end of her college years, she'd have a leg up in the world with her connections to the extensive alumni of a prestigious sorority.

Option 2: Refuse to let this continue. They would probably kick her out and the video would definitely get shared. Even if they didn't kick her out, she should really follow her morals and drop out of the pledging process. But they would probably still share video. She wouldn't be able to show her face on campus, knowing anyone and everyone she passes could have seen her naked and touched. God only knew what the other videos looked like.

Would the college expel her? No, there's no way the sisters would let the video hit administration. They were in the videos too and would get in trouble for clearly taking me against my will. Still, Quinn would finish college with no friends, no sorority connections, and her reputation in tatters. The videos could even make their way to future employers, ruining her chances on the job market.

No, Quinn decides she can't let those videos get out. Resigned to her fate, she rolls onto her side, hugging a pillow to her chest, and finally lets the tears fall.

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After a nearly week of everyone acting like spa night never happened, nobody has mentioned it and Quinn certainly isn't going to be the first to bring it up. She has spent the first few days in a state of constant fear. With every pledge task or activity, Quinn wondered if this would be the time they tried something. By Thursday, Quinn has started to relax, wondering if maybe the videos had just been a terrible prank they never planned to follow through on.

Every Thursday evening, Delta Eta Beta has their regularly scheduled house meeting. All members and pledges are required to attend. Once the house meeting is complete, everyone is free to go about their night while the officers stick around, having their own meeting to discuss matters.

Quinn arrives at the meeting, feeling safe in the presence of the other pledges. She figured the sisters wouldn't want the other pledges to find out because they'd be worried they were next and drop out or report the sorority. Quinn leaves her flip flops at the door, following the pledges to the conference room where they hold the meetings. It's a house rule that shoes can only be worn in the gym on a day-to-day basis or around the house on special occasions like parties when all the floors get cleaned after.

Once the house meeting is over, Sienna catches Quinn before she can leave. "Hey, can you stick around until after the officers' meeting? I have a couple things I need to discuss with you." Sienna is the Treasurer, so she has to attend the second half of the meeting before she's free for the night.

Quinn nods and heads to the kitchen, planning to find a snack. A couple sisters, Maya and Grace, are chatting at the island. Maya is cutting up an apple while Grace nibbles on a chip from the bag in her hand.

"Guess I wasn't the only one with snacks on the brain." Quinn says as she walks over to the cabinet, looking for something that appeals to her. The sisters chuckle and bring her into their conversation.

After about 30 minutes, Quinn's phone buzzes with a text from Sienna, telling her to meet her in the conference room.

"Have a good night, ladies." She tells the sisters as she gets up to meet Sienna.

Grace and Maya follow her out of the kitchen. She doesn't really think about it until the enter the meeting room behind her and close the door. Quinn pauses and looks around, realizing that not only are the other officers still in the room with Sienna, some of the other sisters are too. The officers stay seated, all eyes on Quinn. A chill runs up her spine.

Blake stands at the head of the table. "You've had a week to think about our proposal and haven't given us an answer. Since you are still here, we've chosen to take your silence as agreement."

"What? No, that's not what I...I mean, I haven't...you can't just..." Quinn struggles to get her thoughts straight.

Maya moves in front of her, facing Quinn, while Grace steps up behind her. Maya grabs the hem of the pledge's t-shirt and lifts it up.

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"Please, don't do this." Quinn pleads as she tries to bat Maya's hands away.

"Arms up, pledge." Maya orders and lifts the shirt over Quinn's breasts, undeterred by her attempts to stop her.

Quinn keeps her arms down, staring at her stubbornly. "No, you can't just decide I've agreed to this."

"You had your chance to back out, to say something. You didn't. We've been more than fair in giving you time to think without any influence or interference. So now you're in this." Blake informs her.

Grace forces Quinn's arms over her head. The shirt is up and off before Quinn can blink. She still has a bra on, the sexy maroon lace pushing her breasts up beautifully.

"No, I don't want this. Let me go, please!" Quinn begs as arms wrap around her waist from behind. Quinn struggles, trying to squirm out of Grace's hold as her hands land on the button of Quinn's jeans.

Grace chuckles, not letting go. Her lips brush Quinn's ear as she says, "Go on, struggle and protest as much as you want...it only makes it more fun."

Quinn momentarily stops struggling as she debates whether fighting will be worth it, and her zipper is tugged down. Her pride says fight, don't make it easy for them, don't let it be said that she just let it happen. But she can't stomach the the idea of letting them see how much she hates it, helping them get off on her distress.

Maya slides the jeans down her legs and helps Quinn step out of the.

Sienna walks over, examining her little sister in her bra and panties. "Love that bra, it can stay."

Quinn sighs in relief until she realizes that means the panties will come off. Grace hooks her index finger in the waistband of the panties and tugs. Her finger glides down between Quinn's ass cheeks as she drags the panties down, letting them drop to the floor. Quinn reluctantly steps out of them, blushing furiously as she stands before everyone in just a bra. Last Friday, there were only eight girls in the room and she had convinced herself they weren't looking at her. Now, there are about 20 girls and they are all eying her with malicious sexual intent.

"Get on the table." Blake orders.

Grace offers a hand for support as Quinn steps onto a chair, then onto table. She walks to the center of the long rectangle, facing Blake. The high ceiling means that there is still plenty of room between her head and the light fixture above. Quinn wonders just how much everyone can see between her legs from their lower vantage point.

"Turn around."

Quinn complies.

"Get on your hands and knees."

"What?!" Quinn yelps, whipping her head around to look at Blake in disbelief.

"Hands and knees. Now." Blake responds calmly, but firmly.

Quinn kneels, hating every second, and braces her palms on the table. A hand gropes her ass, causing her to flinch. Another sister reaches out and palms her breast. Quinn closes her eyes in shame, feeling like cattle at auction.

"Damn, so perky! Not sagging at all."

A soft buzzing sound is the only warning Quinn gets before something vibrates against her clit. She yelps and tries to move away from it, but hands pull her back into position. She peeks down her body to see a bullet vibrator held against her, she's not sure who's hand. Quinn flinches every time the vibe sends a jolt through her, biting her lip to keep from releasing any sounds of pleasure. God only knows what they'd do to her if they thought she was actually enjoying this.

"Get those knees wider. Drop your chest to the table."

"Please don't make me do this." Quinn can't help protesting, knowing what kind of position that will put her in, the access it will give the sisters. The vibe is pressed hard against her clit, incentivizing her to obey. She stifles a cry and does as she's told. Her hips complain at being stretched as she shifts her knees farther apart. The table is cold against the tops of her breasts as she presses against it.

Cool air ghosts over Quinn's exposed pussy. For a minute, nothing happens. She realizes with dread that the sisters are taking more pictures, gathering more material to hold against her.

She gasps at the unexpected tough of fingers as they spread her folds. Something silicone is pressed at her entrance, pressed into her. Once the object is inside, it starts vibrating.

"That was an egg vibrator we just put in your pussy." That's Niko's voice. "It's connected to an app on my phone. In other words, I'm in charge of your orgasms for the next 30 minutes while we finish this meeting."

30 minutes?! Wait, what? The meeting is still going? They were going to talk about mundane sorority things while Quinn knelt face down, ass up, completely naked for everyone's viewing pleasure and struggled not to orgasm out of spite?

She crosses her forearms and rests her forehead on them, settling in for a long, tortuous 30 minutes. Quinn tries to focus on the discussion around her, but Niko works the vibrator with the skill of a master. The toy in her pussy would change speed, intensity, and pattern at random. Sometimes it would stop completely, making Quinn jump whenever it suddenly started up again.

She manage to hold out for 15 minutes before succumbing to the pressure building inside her. Her orgasm crashes over her with surprising force. Her legs shaking, she can feel her juices dripping down her slit and falling onto the table. She cries silently in defeat, the vibe going quiet inside her.

After a couple minutes of relative "peace,' the vibrator inside her leaps back into action at full power, stimulating her overly sensitive pussy. Another 8 minutes and Quinn peaks again, no longer trying to hide her sobs. Niko brings her to the brink of a third orgasm, then cuts it off as they end the meeting. As much as she hates everything about this, Quinn is filled with frustration as her release fades away. She was so close!

The sisters files out of the room, leaving Quinn sobbing on the table with the toy still inside her, the table soaked beneath her, and her knees aching from kneeling on the hard surface for so long. Hearing the door close and leaving her in absolute silence, Quinn lifts her head to see that she is alone. She pushes herself up, easing her knees closer together and cringing as her shins slide through the puddle of her juices.

Quinn crawls to the edge of the table and gets off it, feeling the toy in her pussy with every movement. Once standing, she tugs on the tail of the toy. It slides out easily due to the lubrication of two orgasms. She drops it in disgust and goes in search of her clothes. Not wanting to pull her jeans up over her wet skin, she looks around the room. Her eye catches on the fabric of the officers' chairs. High quality and remarkable craftsmanship, only the best for a DEB. Quinn vindictively rubs her shins and pussy over as many cushioned seats as it takes to get satisfactorily dry.

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