The Omega Girl:
A Sorority Initiation Halloween Ritual Erotica
Max Hard
Blurb
A 4.6k word Halloween erotica.
A sorority recruit needs to complete the last initiation rite on Halloween to finally join the sisterhood. All she needs to do is lose her virginity to the Phi Beta Kappa leader...
She just hadn't known it'd be a group affair, a gang bang, but in a conga line...
Note: Sex between all genders is depicted in this short erotica. Contains voyeurism.
Omega Girl: A Sorority Initiation Halloween Ritual
Emma smoothed her hands over her shimmering golden dress, feeling nervous for that night. The other sorority girls had still not filled her in on what to expect. After rounds and rounds of interviews and tests, she had finally arrived at the final initiation rite, to be completed on Hallow's Eve. She'd been the only new recruit, not a legacy, to make it, and thus was the only one who'd have to submit to the mysterious rite of passage. All she'd been told was that she had to lose her virginity to the leader of their brother Phi Beta Kappa fraternity, and complete an orgasm, in order to finally be a part of the sisterhood.
She'd arrived at the Phi Beta Kappa mansion a few minutes before, and one of the sisters had escorted her to this dressing room to change and wait. Someone was supposed to collect her soon.
She gazed at herself in the standing mirror, shifting slightly to admire the way the knee-length dress floated around her. It was silky smooth and clung to her like a second skin, leaving no room for imagination where her assets lay. It was held up only by the thinnest of straps and layered at her bosom, capturing her breasts firmly to emphasize a deep cleavage.
She'd been specifically instructed not to wear any undergarments, since they would ruin the look of the skin-tight dress. It was true: her undergarments would have shown through the shimmery material. As it was, she could already see her peaked nipples through the dress, hard from the cold—and, she supposed, nervous anticipation. She almost didn't recognize herself in the mirror. With a little woodland crown on her head, weaved together with little twigs and berries, she looked almost like a fairy princess.
Just then, there was a knock on the door and one of the sisters appeared, smiling blandly at her. "We're ready for you now."
Something about the way she said it invoked a deep fear in Emma. It all felt much too overwhelming, but there was nothing Emma could do but nod and follow silently. She wanted to be a part of the sisterhood, and she wanted to lose her virginity at any rate. She needed to be accepted, and then everything she'd gone through would have been worth it.
Just before she could step out of the dressing room, the sister looked down at her feet. "Leave your shoes behind. You won't be needing it."
Puzzled, Emma hesitated before bending down and slipping her heels off. It was a little strange to walk around without any protection on her feet. They left the warm comfort of the carpet and descended some stairs to the basement. With every step of her barefoot feet on the cold, rough cobblestone, Emma felt the fear in her chest bloom uncontrollably, threatening to overwhelm her and take her alive.
It didn't help that the staircase seemed to get smaller and smaller every step they took down. The stone walls closed in on her, and the cold wrapped itself around her bare shoulders like death's hands. Their journey was lit only by the dim fires flickering in medieval lamps spaced along the wall in long intervals. It seemed to take forever and an eon, but finally they were walking past an ancient wooden door frame and entering a spacious, but dark, room.
The setting looked kind of medieval, like they had come to a tavern. What struck her though were the hundreds of candles lit in the center of the room, and a pallet for a mattress placed on the ground just beyond it.
The sister that had accompanied her suddenly disappeared off into the shadows to the side. Emma shivered, seemingly left alone by the flames.
Suddenly, a figure loomed in front of her, nearly making her scream. It was clearly one of the fraternity brothers, walking towards her bare-chested, with a white robe strung so loosely around his hips she could see the deep v-neck of his pelvis leading to his manhood.
But that wasn't what spooked her. It was the mask he wore. He shielded his face in a deer skull. She shook with every footstep he took towards her, until he towered over her, icy blue eyes staring down at her through the empty sockets of the skull. The whole affair was deeply cult-coded, and Emma couldn't help feeling a thick fog of dis-ease cloak her.
They stood like that for a long moment, Emma trying to find her voice to ask him what was going to happen next.
Then, without warning, his big hands whipped out towards her and ripped her dress off. She shrieked, stunned as he left her there completely naked. She could only watch, shocked, her arms flying to cover her chest, as he stalked past her with the shreds of that beautiful dress clutched in his hands.
There was movement in her peripheral vision. As she turned to see what was coming for her, she was suddenly drenched from head to toe in red. Two guys, also similarly bare-chested and donning deer skulls, had whipped buckets of red liquid at her. Wiping her eyes, she stared down at herself, trembling hard as her brain caught up to the fact that she was covered in blood.
She wailed, freaking out as she tried to scoop the blood off her naked body. But, more buckets of the damn goopy liquid were being tossed at her from behind, cloaking her as darkly and radiantly as Carrie. She shrieked mindlessly, batting at her own skin as if she had been doused in crawling spiders, until, finally, a call from one of the sisters hidden in the shadows off to the side penetrated her frantic mind.
"Em, it's just food dye!"
It took a while for her to register the words, but finally she began to calm down. Oh, thank god it wasn't real pig's blood or something.
Throughout her mental breakdown, she hadn't seen the fraternity brother step right in front of her. But, coming down from her freakout, now feeling acutely embarrassed that everyone—both her sisters and their associated fraternity brothers all lurking in the shadows, staring at her voyeuristically—had witnessed her act like a total coward, she gasped as he materialized just inches from her. He stared down silently at her, blue eyes peeking out through the bony mask. After a long charged moment, he gestured for her to walk towards the pallet.
Steadying herself with deep breaths, she forced her bare feet to tread lightly around the circle of candles. She padded towards the pallet, feeling the gaze of dozens of eyes upon her red-drenched skin. Gulping as she reached the pallet, she suddenly felt rough hands on her shoulders pushing her down so that her knees hit the mattress.
The fraternity brother circled around to her front and dropped the towel around his waist. Emma's heart nearly stopped as she took in the sheer size of the cock that dangled in front of her. This must be the leader of Phi Beta Kappa, the one she would lose her virginity to—and she could see exactly why. His dick was absolutely monstrous, looking almost a foot long, and so thick that she hadn't the faintest clue how her hand would fit around it. It seemed to pulse at her, its thick veins throbbing along the shaft. She swallowed nervously, looking up into the stoic deer skull, heart beating furiously in her chest.
Without speaking, he stepped towards her and brushed his hard shaft over her lips. She gasped, taken aback, trying to shift backwards, but his hands whipped around the sides of her head, keeping her in place. He took advantage of the split second that her mouth had fallen open, pushing the fat crown of his dick past her lips. Instantly, Emma's hands flew to his thighs to steady herself as she tried to take his length in her mouth.
Oh, but he was too big. Her eyes began to water as she struggled to accept him. He was barely in her, just the tip of his cock making its way past her pouty lips. He grunted deeply as he shoved his dick further past her defenses. She gasped, protesting weakly as he managed to sheath himself halfway between her lips. She could just about feel the head of his cock hit the back of her throat.
Emma might have been a virgin, but she'd given head before—but never to a beast of this size before. She groaned, choking as he pushed harder into her mouth, forcing her jaw to widen even further. The massive head of his cock was now firmly invading her throat. She gagged, eyes watering hard as she gazed up at the frat boy for mercy. She didn't know how much more of him she could take.
But, mercy never came. He only closed his eyes in pleasure, tilting his head backwards as he withdrew slightly only to plunge himself further down her throat. His pants came out harshly, in time to his thrusts as he began to fuck her face more aggressively now. Emma gagged hard, making muffled sobbing sounds as she tried to accommodate his enormous girth, feeling him so far down her throat she imagined him poking her stomach. The vibrations of her throat on his dick only seemed to excite her further, encouraging him to use her even more roughly. He groaned hard and deeply as he pumped himself into her, dragging his calloused fingers through her hair and messing up the dainty crown on her head.
Amazingly, Emma found herself becoming more and more wet with every second she was manhandled. She could feel a slow thrum starting in between her legs. Moaning, she tried to move her tongue around his thick shaft. She could taste the saltiness of his precum and suddenly ached for him to fill her.
