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.
