Chapter Six: Sisterhood of Sin
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“It was just Hell Week until I was naked, blindfolded, and on my knees in front of her.”
“Hell Week” at Delta Theta Xi wasn’t like the other sororities on campus.
It wasn’t glitter, push-ups, and vodka shots.
It was darker. Deeper.
It was about power.
And surrender.
No one talked about what really went on behind the locked doors of the Sisterhood Hall. We just heard rumors. Whispers of obedience, pleasure, control.
And her.
Veronica Kade.
Vice President of the house. Senior. Rich, elegant, terrifyingly beautiful. The kind of girl who wore blood-red lipstick to 8 AM lectures and never, ever got caught breaking the rules.
I had a crush on her the second I stepped into Rush Week.
And by the end of Hell Week, I was her plaything.
It began on a Thursday night. My final initiation trial.
I was blindfolded and led into the Sisterhood Chamber by two other girls, their hands cool on my skin as they stripped me down to nothing but lace panties.
I stood trembling, bare feet on the cold floor, heart pounding.
Then she spoke.
Her voice smooth, commanding, full of hunger.
“I want to see if you’re really ready to belong to this house.”
A pause.
“Get on your knees.”
I obeyed.
I didn’t ask why.
I didn’t want to ask.
The blindfold stayed on, but I felt her standing in front of me, close enough to feel her body heat.
Fingers brushed my lips.
“Open.”
I did.
She slid two fingers into my mouth wet with something sweet and musky.
“Lick,” she commanded.
I sucked her fingers clean, not knowing what I was tasting, but moaning anyway.
She laughed softly. “Good girl.”
Then I felt her lips.
Soft. Full. Pressed against mine without hesitation. Her kiss was sharp, deep, claiming. I melted into it, moaning as her tongue slid into my mouth.
Her hands roamed my body cupping my breasts, twisting my n*****s, dragging nails down my sides.
“You’re shaking,” she whispered. “Are you scared?”
“Yes,” I said breathlessly.
She kissed my neck.
“Good.”
I felt her fingers slip beneath my panties. Slow and teasing.
She brushed my c**t once, then again, drawing soft circles that made my hips jerk.
“Already wet,” she purred. “I haven't even started yet.”
She slid two fingers inside me. Deep, slow.
I gasped, head tilting back.
Then a third.
She fingered me ruthlessly curling her fingers just right, hitting that spot that made my thighs tremble and my breath hitch.
I came with a cry, body convulsing, soaking her hand.
But she didn’t stop.
She shoved me back until I was lying on the cold floor, legs spread.
“Don’t move,” she warned.
I heard movement footsteps, clothing shifting.
Then something warm touched my mouth again.
“Lick it.”
It was her.
Her slick p***y pressed against my lips, thighs straddling my face.
She gripped my hair and ground down.
I licked her slowly at first, tongue flicking her c**t, tasting her arousal.
“Harder,” she growled. “Use your tongue like you mean it.”
I did.
I licked and sucked, let her ride my face, her moans echoing off the chamber walls.
“f**k, yes,” she gasped. “Right there keep going.”
Her body shook.
She came on my face, grinding harder, juices flooding my mouth.
She didn’t lift off me.
She came again.
And again.
Until my face was slick, my jaw ached, and my p***y throbbed from neglect.
She stood, breathless.
Then someone else stepped forward.
I heard another voice lower, sultrier.
“Can I play with her now?”
Veronica laughed.
“Be my guest.”
Hands grabbed my thighs, spread them wider.
Someone new, softer touch, gentler fingers.
Her tongue licked up my folds, teasing, worshipping.
I moaned as she lapped at my entrance, tongue diving deep.
Then I felt something new a vibrator pressed to my c**t.
High setting.
I screamed.
My body shook violently, orgasm slamming through me as two girls held me down and made me take it.
When I came again, I was sobbing.
“Please,” I gasped. “I can’t”
“You’ll come again,” Veronica whispered. “You’ll come until I say stop.”
Another tongue joined the first.
Two girls licking me together one on my c**t, one inside me.
I lost count of my orgasms.
I was dripping. Soaked. Gone.
My legs gave out. I couldn’t think.
Then, finally, silence.
Veronica removed my blindfold.
She crouched in front of me, her makeup flawless, her eyes on fire.
“Welcome to Delta Theta Xi,” she said. “You belong to us now.”
Later that night, I lay in her bed.
Her fingers idly traced patterns on my stomach.
“You thought you were just pledging a sorority,” she whispered.
I smiled.
“No,” I said. “I was pledging you.”
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