Sigma Lambda Tau: Undercover

CW: nonconsent, impregnation

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I thought, as I lay on a guest bed in the Sigma house and pretended to be passed out, that everything was going according to plan.

Sigma Lambda Tau has a big induction ceremony every year, and according to rumor the girls who'd pledged would do dangerous sexual dares in front of the partygoers. The pledges would either get in or get pregnant. My roommate worked in the health clinic on campus, and she said that the Sigmas were responsible for a quarter of the student pregnancies.

I wanted to write an exposé about their inductions, one that would reveal their dirty secrets and knock them from their spot at the top of the campus social hierarchy. I didn't like them, but I figured that once people found out about the truth about them, more people would agree with me. But since the rumors were so fanciful, I knew that I would need solid evidence. The Sigmas knew what I looked like, so if I showed up during inductions I'd get caught. So, I formulated a plan.

First, I'd arrived early, when there weren't many people and the Sigmas were mostly distracted with preparations. I'd pretended to be just another partygoer, wandering around with a drink in my hand. And, when everyone was distracted, I'd put small video cameras in the rooms where the inductions were going to be.

Before I'd launched this plan, opinions had been mixed on whether it was a good idea. My editor at the campus newspaper, when I'd suggested the idea, had said "absolutely the fuck not." My roommate had told me that crossing the Sigmas was a terrible idea. The Sigma spokesperson who I talked to said that their induction ceremonies were live events only, and that anyone who tried to record them would be asked to leave at best. On the other hand, I thought it was genius.

I knew I'd need to collect the cameras afterwards, but I didn't want to be too obvious while the new Sigmas were getting inducted. So I got several drinks, and pretended to get sloshed. An hour or so in, and I had been staggering and slurring my words, and a half hour after that I had sat down and pretended to pass out.

"First one already?" one of the Sigmas had said as she'd gently shaken me.

"People go crazy early in the year," a second girl near my ankles had replied. "Do you need a hand getting her into a room?"

The first Sigma had given me an experimental lift. "Nah, she's a lightweight in more ways than one."

I managed not to bristle as she got me over her shoulder and carried me through the hall. I usually hate it when people talk about how short or slender I am, but I could bite my tongue this once.

She'd carried me into a guest room and deposited me on one of the beds, on the side closest to the door. She'd slipped a sleeping mask over my eyes, and its soft presence blotted out the lamp in the corner of the room. The door had locked behind her when she left, and I'd allowed myself to smile.

I should have just focused on steady breathing, in case someone opened the door, but I let my mind wander. I imagined what people would say when I published the story - my editor admitting that my daring had paid off, and the other students impressed by me, and newspapers hearing about it and hiring me once I graduated. I shouldn't have been counting my chickens, I supposed, but the eggs had so much promise.

The door clicked open. I had a moment of panic, then forced my breathing to stay slow and even. I knew what sleep looked like, and I figured that drunken sleep wasn't that different. I felt my chest gently rise and fall as two sets of footsteps stepped into the room. It was probably two Sigmas carrying another drunk girl, and I just hoped I wouldn't be sharing the bed.

"Lock the door," a girl's voice said. She had a Scottish accent, and judging by the source of her voice she was pretty tall.

I heard a click, then the footsteps drew closer.

"Elsie, there's someone here," a guy's voice said. His voice was warm and eager, as though he really wanted to be telling her better news.

"That's fine," Elsie said. "It's a king bed."

I could almost hear his hesitation, and my heart raced. The idea that they might have sex right next to me was shocking, but I supposed that it was tamer than most of the Sigma induction activities. I tried to keep my breathing even and keep the rest of my body from reacting to the idea.

"What if she wakes up?" he asked.

I heard footsteps draw close on my side of the bed, and felt the warmth of Elsie's breath as she leaned close to me.

"I don't think she'll wake up," she said softly. "She's drunk on something. Maybe power."

"No, you're drunk on power," he replied.

She chuckled. "I'm tipsy on power," she insisted. "I've still got my head." I heard a single footstep as she walked closer to him, then a soft kiss.

"I have reasons for everything I do, accomplice," she said. "Tell me that you'll trust me."

He only hesitated for a moment, and he might have been smiling. "I trust you, Elsie."

"Mmmm," she said, purring like a tiger. She pulled him back in for more kissing, the sound soft but unmistakable. It occurred to me that this was just another private Sigma behavior that I was spying on for future exposés, and I barely managed to stop myself from grinning.

Abruptly, Elsie reached out for something to lean on as she kissed her accomplice, and she grabbed my ankle. I managed not to pull away. I expected her to let go, but she squeezed me as she kissed the guy, caressing my leg as though I was the one she was embracing. Her fingers were strong, and I felt a warmth start to spread through me. Well, I told myself, a little bit of groping was a small price to pay for the story of the decade.

"Race you to naked?" Elsie asked.

There was a pause, then Elsie moved her hand, and I heard the rustle of clothing.

It should have been easy. They weren't touching me, and I was certain they were about to be distracted, and I didn't have to do anything but lie there and wait. My heart was racing, though, and my breath was fluttering, and my pussy was roused further by every snap of elastic and every breathless gasp and sly giggle that reached me. It occurred to me that the most awkward part of the evening might be listening without being able to touch myself.

The bed next to me shifted once and then twice. I tried to piece out who was where by the way the bed moved beneath me - I was pretty sure it was Elsie next to me, propped halfway up against the pillows and almost close enough to touch me, while her accomplice knelt between her legs. But I couldn't know for certain until I heard them speak.

"Come on," she said, and I could hear her smile. "Show me what that mouth do."

"You already know," he chuckled.

"Yes, but sho...ow me," she gasped, and I could hear in her voice the moment he bent to do so, pressing his lips against her pussy.

A part of me was disgusted by their disregard for my presence. But another part of me, small but growing, was excited. I could feel Elsie's presence next to me - the pillow next to mine moved in time with her moans, and I could feel the bed shift below my feet as she dug her heels in. Her power, the easy command she had of the whole situation, was intoxicating me faster than alcohol would have.

I wondered what they looked like, if I could see through the sleep mask. Was she as tall as she seemed, lying next to me? What color were his eyes? Were they looking at each other as he pressed his tongue between her lips and drew these moans from her, or was he too focused and she too distracted?

"Yes," she sighed. I heard the soft sounds of her fingers in his hair, and his lips against hers. I could hear her grin, too, even though I'd never seen it.

She shifted, pressing her ankle against mine as she spread her legs for him, and I stifled a gasp. I couldn't feel too much through my shoe, but I could feel her almost-effortless strength as she pushed my foot aside in her passion. My shoe wasn't enough to keep her excitement from rubbing off, and I could feel my breathing unconsciously matching hers. I tried to force myself back down, but my arousal was in a bigger weight class than me, and wrestling it wasn't easy. I focused on my breathing, letting Elsie's moans fade into the background, and for a moment my heart was almost as relaxed as a sleeping girl's heart ought to be.

Elsie hummed, a wordless tune of meandering pleasure. Then, as she gasped, she reached a hand out and set it across my chest.

It took every bit of control I had to keep my breathing even. My chest pressed against her hand with each breath, and the weight of it felt enough to hold me in place. She moaned, and I felt the control I had of my arousal slipping away.

She didn't keep her hand still, either. She was rocking slowly back and forth, and with each motion her hand shifted until it was cupping my left breast, her fingers caressing me through my shirt and bra. Her hands were bigger than mine, and I could feel her strength in her every motion. She wasn't hurting me, though - even as she gasped and kicked her feet, her fingers were precise enough to caress my breast as though I was the only other person there.

I was certain, for a moment, that my racing heart was going to give me away because she practically had her hand on it. She wasn't deterred, though. Her moans were slowly rising, meandering across registers just as her fingers wandered across my boob. My body was just part of how she expressed her pleasure.

"How are you doing there, accomplice?" she asked.

He didn't respond for a moment. But after a moment, and a moan from Elsie, I heard his breathing as he drew back.

"Doing good," he said. "You, uh, getting to know her better?"

"Honestly, she's bothering me a little bit," Elsie said.

I held back a sigh. Perhaps she was about to lead him elsewhere, and stop winding me up. I'd gotten just a bit wet as Elsie groped me, and a part of me was tempted to touch myself as soon as they were gone.

He chuckled. "What's she doing to bother you?" he asked, in the tone of someone who expected to hear an amusing bit of bullshit.

"She's making me feel underdressed," Elsie said.

"You are dressed perfectly, Elsie," he replied.

"I agree," she said. "She's the one who's not dressed right for this bed."

I heard the bed shift as she sat up, bringing herself closer to him.

"Will you help me strip her?" Elsie asked. "I want to see what she's got going on."

My heart skipped a beat. In the silence, I could practically hear his hesitation at war with his desire. I tried to set aside questions about whether I could bear to let them see me naked, and hope that he'd side with his conscience.

The problem was that, even in the few minutes since they'd come in, I'd heard enough of Elsie to know she was more convincing than most people's consciences. Even my body was responding more to her than to me - I could feel my skin flushing and my pussy getting wetter, which didn't help.

"I did say I'd trust you," he said softly.

"You did," she purred. "I'll take the other side, you stay here."

She crossed over top of me, straddling me for a moment. I felt her weight pressing me against the mattress and felt the warmth of her breath, and for a moment the helplessness was so overpowering that I forgot where I was.

"Slide her over," Elsie said. Together, with four hands on me, they pushed me to the middle of the bed, giving each of them ample space. Then, without another word, they began.

They started low, each one taking one of my feet and unlacing its shoe. They set them aside, then pulled my socks off, letting the suddenly cool air reach my feet. They hesitated a moment, and I couldn't tell if they'd both decided to pause or if Elsie was silently leading him.

"She has such cute little feet," Elsie said.

In any other place, I would have bristled. But Elsie was so much taller than me, and so effortlessly powerful, that I couldn't argue with her even if I hadn't been playing sleepy.

I felt a hand caressing my left foot, tracing a slow path from my ankle down to my toes. Elsie's accomplice was just as precise as she was, and his touch was gentle and offensively sweet. I'd just painted my toenails black, and it felt a bit unfair that these two were the only people who had noticed so far.

"She does," he agreed.

Elsie shifted. I realized she was reaching for my pants, and I realized that if I didn't want them to see me naked I'd need to speak up now. I was supposed to be drunk off my ass, though, and if I suddenly woke up they'd know I was up to something.

Before I could come to any sort of decision, Elsie's strong hands reached beneath me, cupping my ass a bit as she pulled my yoga pants down. I felt her fingers catch my panties as she moved, and she pulled it all down and off with a single long motion. I managed not to gasp, but my breath still caught, and I heard the accomplice pause.

"It's okay," Elsie told him. "She's super drunk. And she has a cute pussy, doesn't she?"

"Yes," he agreed.

I resisted the impulse to close my legs. I hoped that they weren't looking close enough to see how wet I was getting; I couldn't tell how visible it was but I knew it was rising.

Elsie moved up. She took my wrists in her hands and lifted them up above my head. I gasped, but softly enough that she didn't seem to notice; the position and her strength were intoxicating. She didn't stay there, though; she reached down and pulled my shirt up and over my head, setting a hand on my sleep mask to keep it in place. She tossed the shirt aside, then put one hand behind my back and my head to lift me while she unfastened my bra. It didn't resist, and she threw it aside too.

Elsie didn't go far. She leaned against the bed, close enough that her breasts pressed against my side. I concentrated on the rhythm of my breathing, feeling my chest rise and fall against hers, so that the excitement didn't overwhelm me.

"What do you think?" Elsie asked. She reached up and caressed my cheek with two fingers, as if to highlight the question.

"She's lovely," her accomplice said.

"Kinda fun-sized," Elsie said.

It should have pissed me off. But my body was only in the mood to be stirred to one thing, and it wasn't anger. Of course Elsie could say that, a little voice in my head told me--she was tall and strong, and her voice was warm and dangerous as fire. I tried to resist it, but for the moment I could do nothing but lay still.

"It suits her," he said. He set a hand on my leg, just above my knee, and drew it slowly upwards. I held still, even as I fumed at the intrusion, and even as I felt myself getting wet.

"True," Elsie agreed. "Her little tits are perfect, aren't they? Sometimes I wish I had dark nipples like that."

"Your nipples are perfect too," her accomplice declared.

"I wonder how sensitive hers are," Elsie said. She moved her fingers down to caress one breast, and I gasped softly before I could catch myself.

"Ooh," Elsie said. "That was cute."

Her accomplice didn't say anything, but I could hear his breathing.

"Think how cute her tits would be if we got her excited," Elsie said.

"Elsie," her accomplice said, a note of worry in his voice. But Elsie was already leaning down, pressing her bosom against me as she kissed my nipple.

I had a panicked thought, as I felt my heart race at the touch of her tongue--I didn't know how a drunk person would respond to this. I could pretend to sleep, but now I wasn't sure what to pretend.

For the first moment it was easy, if only because I could barely breathe. Elsie drew my nipple into her mouth, and circled it with her tongue, and I couldn't have made a sound if I'd tried. I could feel her weight against me, feel the power in her hands and her tongue, but for all that she was so delicate as she found my pleasure and drew it out. I was helpless--because I was in her grasp, because I'd put myself here, because I couldn't move without losing what I'd worked for.

I tried to tell myself that this would all be worth it, because once I had my story the Sigmas would all be brought down a peg, and Elsie would be my bitch just as much as the rest of them. But a part of me, the part that was too distracted to breathe, was comfortable being Elsie's bitch instead.

The bed shifted. I held out a stupid hope that Elsie's accomplice would put a stop to this, but he put his hands against my side and bent to join her instead. The breath that had been evading me finally arrived, and I gasped without any hope of stopping myself.

I was utterly in their power, held between the two of them. I could feel their warmth on either side, feel their naked bodies pressing against me, wrapping me in a perverse embrace. There was a contrast in the way they felt - Elsie's soft lips and her accomplice's stubble, the way that Elsie's tongue circled my nipple while her accomplice used his lips and tongue and even brushed his teeth against me--but they were set to the same purpose, meaning to drive me higher and nothing else.

I heard myself moan softly, almost as though the sound belonged to someone else. I tried to let myself fall into whatever sounds they might draw out, let it happen without me holding it back or pushing it forward. My pleasure had more momentum than I'd expected, though. My breath came more swiftly, my chest rising and falling against their faces, and you could hear my pleasure in each one.

I could feel myself getting wet, too, enough that they'd be able to see if they looked. I wanted to close my legs, and I had to force myself to keep them still. They wouldn't look, I told myself, and it'd be worth it once I got my story.

Elsie set her hand on my hip, her fingers almost reaching my bush. I gasped, briefly but sharply, and her accomplice drew back to see what she was doing.

"It's okay," Elsie said, pulling back herself. "I'm just exploring."

I hoped, again, that Elsie had found a line that her accomplice wouldn't cross. Perhaps his hesitation was a sign that he'd stop her. I tried to breathe without thinking about her hand or the effect they'd both had on my nipples, and for a moment I succeeded.

"She just moaned so cute, I wanted to see what else we could do," Elsie said.

"You're gonna wake her up," her accomplice said.

"I'm not," Elsie insisted. She lay down next to me, nestling her head against mine. She set her left hand on my wrists, keeping them up above my head, and slid her right hand across my bush to my lips.

"Just watch," Elsie said. "She won't wake up even when I get her off."

She wouldn't dare, I thought. I knew it was stupid, even as I thought it - she'd already dared to strip me and play with my boob. Her daring would keep going further until she got everything she wanted.

The problem was that, if I stopped her now, I would lose my story, and the Sigmas would keep being insufferable. I told myself that I could take the embarrassment, and that it would all be worth it soon enough. Then Elsie moved her fingers, and all thoughts of the future slipped away.

She was so deliberate. She slid her fingers along my lips, and I heard her hum with pleasure as she felt how wet I was. She nestled up to me, her warmth and the touch of her bare skin giving me no escape. One finger circled my clit, not pushing me so much as getting my measure, and I knew that my involuntary gasp told her everything she needed to know. She was learning my every secret, slowly and methodically, and I could do nothing to stop her.

"She's so cute, isn't she?" Elsie said, her own excitement just starting to bleed into her tone.

"I thought Sigmas didn't do this to girls who get drunk at your parties," her accomplice said.

"We usually don't," Elsie admitted. "But she's special. I'll explain why later."

She slipped a finger between my lips and slowly slid it inside. I made a sound, somewhere between a moan and a whimper, as I felt my pussy stretch for her. She bent her finger forward, pulling it back and drawing out a moan that I couldn't have held in for the world. I was her instrument, and as her fingers rose towards a distant crescendo I couldn't help but sing with her music.