Bree, a junior at Templeton High, was an unremarkable, but pretty girl. On any given weekend at the mall, you could see dozens of girls like her, talking, eating, shopping, having the young time of their lives. She stood just over 65 inches in height, her and lithe frame was kept in tone due to her obsession with cross country running. It was a team sport, but also an individual one, and she liked the quietness of the training, the running not in a silly circle on the ground.
She’d been invited to a sleepover at Robin’s house, along with Bree’s best friend Amber, and Cyndi, perhaps the best friend of Robin’s - she was still not sure how close they were. As the girls had relaxed and began to get more creative in their evening endeavors, it has soon become clear that Robin and Cyndi were rather submissive, easily dared into doing things, and as they performed their latest task, Bree was enjoying watching the embarrassed faces of the two current victims, and her own fires were rapidly rising as she looked at Amber and smiled.
Ever since she had visited her older sister at State, and had spent the weekend at her new sorority house, she’d been dying to find someone to recreate some of the special fun she first experienced that weekend. Discussing things with Amber, who still did not know all the details about what Bree had seen, she was sure that this sleepover would provide some good fun. And it was all because of her sister’s sorority hazing...
(More details about the sleepover in Robin’s stories, currently being edited and posted)
Bree had gone up to see her sister in early October, eager to see her sister’s new school, her room, her friends, just everything. At first the visit was everything she’d expected, touring the campus, meeting a few of her sister’s friends, lunch at a loud raucous burger shoppe. Some quality sister catch-up time, discussing everything that had happened to the both of them over the last few weeks.
She had kept noticing, from time to time, one of the sorority sisters going through a partially hidden door, each one knocking and waiting, before being let in. “What’s through there?” she’d asked her sister Katie, curious as she seemed to be ignoring the activity, and that door was never mentioned during her tour of the house.
“Oh ... that’s like the clubhouse, only for the full members ... Um ... I’m still a probationary member. “ she added slowly, her cheeks flushing for some odd reason, and she quickly tried to change the subject.
“Missy Katie ... that is not quite correct, is it?” The loud voice of a passing member drew everyone’s attention, as Katie quickly stood up from where she was sitting next to Bree, bowed her head a bit, and said “No Ma’am, I mean, yes Ma’am, I mean ... I don’t know Ma’am...”
Shocked did not begin to describe how Bree felt seeing her sister standing so, but this was only the tip of the iceberg.
“The clubhouse, is for members, and their honored guests, and who else Missy Katie??” the unnamed Sorority member (Bree assumed) demanded.
“Um ... probationary members under examination?” her sister said slowly, quickly adding, “Ma’am?”
Very good ... very good ... perhaps your guest would like to be a honored guest of the house ... it might be quite an education ... what do you think Missy Katie?”
“Oh ... um ... Ma’am ... I don’t think so ... she’s my little sister...”
“Are we not all sisters here??” the stern voiced blonde continued.
Bree piped up, eagerly, “Oh ... Katie, please ... I will be good ... and grownup ... let me be an honored guest ... please?”
Katie turned to her sister and whispered, “You don’t know what you are asking ... don’t do this, I beg of you!”
“Front and center when I’m talking to you Missy!” the blonde quickly demanded, stepping forward and pulling Bree’s sister’s face back forward.
Turning and smiling sweetly to Bree, she said “I’m Monica ... you look so cute in that outfit ... I can see that prettiness runs in your family ... now ... would you like to come be our guest ... you won’t regret it I assure you...”
Trying to shake her head no, but unable to disobey Monica, Katie tried to warn Bree with her eyes, but Bree saw nothing but the thrill of discovery and excitement. “Oh ... yes please ... and my sister Katie can come too? Yes?”
“Oh ... most assuredly ... won’t you Missy Katie...” Monica said, with something of a predatory smile on her face as she turned back to the other girl.
“Yes ... ma’am ... pleased to be of service ma’am” Katie said quietly, beaten, unable to prevent her sister from finding out ... everything.
“Wait here...” Monica ordered, before slipping away to the door, knocking and waiting, before speaking to someone inside briefly.
Coming back, and leading them both over to the door, she said nothing more, before knocking on the door and waiting. As the door opened, Bree could see a rather dark passage leading down a flight of stairs, dimly lit with an odd sort of reddish tinged light.
“Prepare yourself Missy Katie, you will join us in a moment, I must get the oath from our guest before we continue.” Monica said as the stepped down the stairs, pausing at the bottom while Katie slipped away through a door on the right. “Don’t worry Bree, was it? It’s simply an oath to keep the secrets of the Lamda Pie Sorority after you leave ... you can do that right?”
Bree, wide eyed, nodded her head, as the walked into a large room, three overstuff chairs sitting along one wall. A large fuzzy die about 10 inches across sitting in the middle of the floor, was rather odd looking amidst the darkened room. As they crossed the room, Bree could feel the wooden floor, smooth against her bare feet, her sandals, along with all the shoes the girls wore here, stacked neatly in the entryway of the house. Against one wall was a table, festooned with some odd objects, a couple of which looked like, well, dildos, to the unpracticed eye of Bree. A large metal bucket, and brush, was setting next to a stack of candles, unlit, laying on their side.
“Stand right there, by the left chair, and put your hand over your heart. Do you swear to keep the secrets of Lamda Pie, never divulging what goes on here to anyone, lest all the gods curse you and force you into a life of abject poverty and pain?” Monica’s clear voice was steady and calm, but brooked no jocularity, she seemed dead serious.
Nodding easily, and eagerly, eyes wide, taking it all in, Bree crossed her heart and swore “I do ... I promise...”
Motioning Bree to take the seat in front of her, Monica went and sat down in the middle chair.
Turning to explain to the young Bree, she said “This is the examination room. All probationary pledges must spend a minimum of 20 nights in here before being accepted into the sorority. Each night, they will roll the dice. The first time, is for how many tasks they must perform that evening, and then, based on how many tasks, they roll each time, to see what the task might be. I warn you, speak nothing of this, it would be the ruin of all of us, but, well, let’s just say I have a hunch about you...”
Nodding, extremely curious, and not sure if she dared ask what the tasks were, Bree looked around the room, noticing another small door against the left wall. Catching her gaze, Monica smiled, “Oh ... that’s the door to the kennel ... our mascot Samson. Did you meet him? No? Hmm ... wonder why ... well, nevermind you will or you won’t...”
“Now, be quiet, do not say a word, please, until the pledge leaves the room, no matter what happens. Can you do that? I tell you, this is a rare privilege, and virtually all guests who have ever watched, later pledged to Lamda Pie ... I can’t wait for you to come to State...”
Monica waited until Bree nodded her acceptance, before ringing a tiny bell. “Bring in she who wishes to join us”
A moment later, another sorority member came in, leading a blindfolded, naked, girl. Katie.
Turning to Bree with a finger across her lips, Monica reminded her to be quiet, no matter what, before turning back to the two girls. Nodding at the other member, she intoned “Cast your fate” she said, as the other girl handed the naked pledge the large die. Katie stood for a long moment, before sighing, and tossing the die.
“Two ... you are in luck ... only two tasks are given you tonight. Further, since this is your second turn this week, you will be ahead of all the other girls in accomplishing your 20 nights ... only 4 more after this!
Looking around the room, Bree wondered just what her sister had had to do down here in her previous 15 trips, as it was obvious it was something sexual. She had read stories after all, she knew a bit about hazing and initiations.
S.Hazing Part 2
“Roll again, for your first task” Monica ordered, pointing over to a sign, faded a bit, partially hidden by the steel bucket.
Service Shame Spank Pain Slut Mascot
Shoulders quaking just a bit, Katie obviously desired entry into the sorority more than she wanted to not be seen by her younger sister. Taking the die and turning it briefly, she again tossed it to the floor.
“One, very good, Service ... and how many shall you service ... bring the die here Becca...” Monica said to the other member, then, held the die and pretended to roll. “Hmm ... disappointing, only one ... very well, lets see how you do.
.... There is more of this story ...