Chapter 1

The pledges sat rigidly in their chairs, eyeing the camera crew and the sorority president with a mixture of nerves and anticipation. Heather, in stark contrast to their casual attire, looked at the picture of elegance in her tailored charcoal pantsuit, a gold Omega Epsilon Alpha pin glinting at her lapel. She paused before the four young women, a faint smile playing on her full lips as she allowed the moment to stretch, letting the tension build.

The cameras whirred softly, the bright lights illuminating the scene. The largest room of the sorority house was transformed into a makeshift film set, the usual frilly decorations and gossip filled chatter replaced by a palpable air of importance. Heather’s gaze flicked over each pledge, her brown eyes sharp and assessing. She held her head high, her long chestnut hair falling in glossy waves down her back.

“Pledges,” she began.

Heather’s voice was clear and commanding.

“Today marks a new chapter in your journey with Omega Epsilon Alpha.” She said.

Heather turned to the camera, her smile widening.

“We’re going to capture some special moments as our newest members take the first steps towards becoming full-fledged sisters.” Heather said.

The pledges shifted in their seats, a chorus of soft, anxious murmurs rippling through them. Heather let it hang for a moment, savoring her power, before turning back to address the group directly. The four pledges sitting before Heather were a diverse group, their youthful faces a mix of nervous excitement and apprehension.

Seated to the left was Lily, a petite brunette with warm, almond-shaped eyes and a smattering of freckles across her button nose. Her chestnut hair was pulled back in a messy bun, a few wispy tendrils framing her heart shaped face. She fidgeted with the hem of her baggy blue hoodie, the university logo stretched slightly out of shape. Lily’s faded jeans hugged her slender legs, and her Converse sneakers tapped quietly against the hardwood floor.

Next to Lily was Sophia, a tall, willowy blonde with striking ice-blue eyes. She carried herself with a certain poise, her honey-colored hair falling in loose waves past her shoulders. Sophia’s cream-colored hoodie bore the crest of the soccer team she captained. Her long, toned legs, showcased by her tight-fitting Levi’s, were crossed at the ankles. She met Heather’s gaze steadily, a flicker of determination in her gaze.

To Sophia’s right was Mia, a curvy brunette with deep, expressive brown eyes and full, naturally rosy lips. She had a warm, approachable face, softened by the wavy chestnut hair falling around her shoulders. Mia’s dark green hoodie was zipped up, and her black jeans hugged her hourglass figure. She sat slightly slumped in her seat. Her hands were clasped tightly in her lap.

The last pledge, sitting at the end, was Natasha. The statuesque redhead had a cascade of fiery curls tumbling past her shoulders, framing a sharp, Slavic beauty. She had high cheekbones, full lips, and striking green eyes. Her emerald eyes, flecked with gold, were wide with anticipation. Natasha’s crimson hoodie had the sleeves pushed up to her elbows, revealing a tattoo of a phoenix on her toned forearm. Her dark-wash jeans hugged her athletic legs, and she sat with her back straight, her shoulders squared. The four pledges presented a study in contrast, each bringing her own unique qualities to the sorority.

Heather turns to face the camera directly, a mischievous glint in her eye and a wicked smile playing across her lips as she leans in close.

“This ‘Pledge Drive’ package, the perfect indulgence for our most generous donors with ... shall we say, refined tastes. For a substantial contribution to our scholarship fund, you’ll receive an intimate, personalized session featuring our gorgeous pledges putting their oral skills to good use. And to make it extra special, we’ve put their luscious hair up in ponytails for easier ... handling during the process.” Heather said.

Behind Heather, the four pledges sit in stunned silence, their eyes wide with shock and disbelief at her bold statement. Lily’s face flushes a deep red, Sophia’s jaw drops slightly, Mia bites her lower lip nervously, and Natasha looks away, trying to hide her embarrassment. Their newly tied ponytails bounce slightly as they shift uncomfortably in their seats.

“Imagine having our precious pledges at your mercy, their ponytails wrapped around your fist as they service you with their pretty little mouths. It’s an experience like no other. So, what do you say, deep-pocketed donor? Ready to help support the next generation?” Heather said.

She winks salaciously at the camera before turning back to the shell-shocked pledges.

“And I must emphasize, these nubile young things are all fresh faced, 18-year-old college freshmen. They are our newest and most eager pledges. They may look innocent, but I am sure you can change that.” Heather said.

The four pledges squirm uncomfortably in their seats as Heather highlights their youth and inexperience. Lily’s face is flushed crimson, while Mia looks like she wants to disappear into her hoodie. Sophia, though tense, tries to maintain a shred of composure. Natasha, meanwhile, appears on the verge of tears, clearly overwhelmed by the explicit direction of this ‘pledge drive’.

“So, for a hefty donation, you can be the one to guide these budding young women in honing their ... extracurricular skills. Give them a ‘hands-on’ orientation they’ll never forget. Think of it as an investment in their higher education ... and your own personal pleasure,” Heather says with a dark chuckle.

Heather smiles at the camera, her eyes gleaming with wicked mischief as she reveals the price list.

“And now, for those of you with truly deep pockets and very specific tastes, allow me to introduce our premium ‘Pledge Package’ pricing tier. Starting at a quarter of a million dollars, you can indulge in the untouched, pristine mouths of our most innocent pledges. Their virgin lips and untrained tongues are a rare delicacy, waiting to be explored and educated by a generous donor like yourself.” Heather said.

She gestures to Lily, the shy brunette, her hands trembling slightly as she tries to maintain a neutral expression.

“Little Lily here, with her soft pink lips and that cute gap toothed smile, is a steal at the starting price. Her mouth has never known a man’s touch.” Heather said.

Heather moves on, trailing a finger along Mia’s jawline, making the nervous girl flinch.

“And Mia, with her full, pouty lips and that sweet little mole by her mouth, she’s an extra $50,000. Worth every penny for a taste of her pure, untainted oral charms.” Heather said.

Sophia, trying to project confidence, meets the camera’s gaze head-on. Heather chuckles. “Our little blonde bombshell Sophia, she’s $250k. That’s right, for a quarter mil, you can be the first to explore the depths of her throat with your throbbing cock.”

Finally, Heather cups Natasha’s chin, forcing the crying girl to look up.

“And Natasha, our baby, our sweet little Natasha. She’s a cool million. Her first time, her first everything, it’s all yours, for a price.”

Heather leans in close to the camera, her voice a seductive purr. The pledges sit frozen, faces flushed with humiliation and fear as Heather auctions off their innocence to the highest bidder. The camera pans out slowly, the tense, uncomfortable atmosphere palpable.

Heather stands beside Lily, gently patting the trembling girl’s head as she addresses the camera with a wicked smirk. Lily’s eyes dart nervously between Heather and the camera lens, her petite body rigid with tension and anxiety.

“Now, let me give you a closer look at our adorable little Lily,” Heather said.

Heather ran her fingers through the brunette’s silky locks.

“Aren’t you a precious thing? Just 18, with that cute button nose and those big, innocent eyes.” Heather said.

Lily swallows hard, her small hands clutching the armrests tightly. Heather leans down, gripping the girl’s chin and tilting her face towards the camera.

“Look at those soft, pink lips. Such a perfect little rosebud, just waiting to be plucked and savored.” Heather said.

She traces Lily’s lower lip with her thumb, making the girl shudder.

“Imagine being the one to pop this sweet cherry. To feel those untouched lips wrapped around your throbbing shaft as you claim her mouth ... her first taste of a man.” Heather said.

Heather chuckles darkly, enjoying the obvious discomfort of the young pledge.

“Lily here is a shy little thing. But don’t worry, we’ll train her well. By the time we’re done, she’ll be eager and willing, desperate to please, or you could train her yourself?” Heather said.

She leans in close to Lily’s ear, whispering loudly enough for the camera to pick up. “Isn’t that right, pet? You’re going to be a good girl and do whatever the nice donors want, aren’t you?” Heather said.

Heather’s eyes glint with sadistic glee as she turns to Lily.

“Open your mouth, sweetness. Let our viewers get a good look at what’s in store for them.” Heather said.

Lily hesitates, a mix of fear and revulsion in her wide eyes. But under Heather’s stern gaze, she slowly parts her soft pink lips. Heather’s fingers press under the girl’s chin, pushing her mouth open wider.

“That’s it, a little more now. Don’t be shy, pet. Show them that pretty little throat.” Heather coaxes, even as Lily’s breathing grows more rapid and panicked.

The camera zooms in, filling the screen with an intimate view of Lily’s mouth and throat. Her small white teeth, her delicate pink tongue, and the tender, unblemished flesh of her gullet are all on lewd display. Heather uses her other hand to press down on Lily’s throat, feeling the delicate structure beneath the skin.

“See how tight and pristine this little neck is? Just imagine sliding your throbbing cock down that untouched passage, stretching her open ... She’s never had a man’s thick shaft inside her. You could be her first.” Heather said.

Lily gags slightly, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes from the invasive examination. The depravity of the act is clear, but she remains obedient under Heather’s cruel manipulation. The camera lingers on her exposed mouth and throat, the lewd image sure to fuel many a dark fantasy.

As the camera zooms in for a closeup, the lens captures every intimate detail of Lily’s exposed mouth and throat. Her small, even white teeth glisten slightly, the front two slightly overlapping the bottom ones in a way that’s almost adorably imperfect. Directly behind them, her delicate pink tongue lies in wait, its surface smooth and untouched. The camera angle allows a glimpse of the tiny bumps on her tongue’s surface, proof of its pristine, untainted state. As Lily’s chest rises and falls with nervous breaths, the camera captures the subtle dance of her tongue’s tip as it brushes against the roof of her mouth.

Heather’s fingers pressing down on Lily’s chin force her mouth open wider, revealing the entrance to her throat. The delicate, pale pink flesh of her inner cheeks stretches taut, displaying the glistening, moisture-laden surfaces that await the invasion of a thick, pulsing shaft. Deeper still, the camera catches a glimpse of Lily’s uvula, the tiny, cone-shaped flesh that dangles like a miniature lure, beckoning the viewer’s gaze into the depths of her untouched throat. The light from the camera lens casts a glint off the saliva that pools in the back of her open mouth, the natural lubricant that could serve to ease the way for a fortunate donor’s girthy cock.

Beyond the uvula, the camera can just make out the glimmer of Lily’s glistening esophageal walls, their tender, unblemished surfaces stretching taut as Heather presses down on her throat. The delicate pink flesh seems to ripple almost imperceptibly with each of Lily’s quick, shallow breaths, a tantalizing preview of how it might stretch and flutter around a hard, throbbing intrusion. The camera lingers on this lewd, intimate view, drinking in every quivering inch of Lily’s exposed and vulnerable flesh.

Heather taps Lily on the shoulders, the click of her nails against the fabric of the pledge’s hoodie momentarily breaking through the stunned silence.

“Lily,” she says.”

Her voice took on a coaxing, almost nurturing tone,

“Why don’t you read the note out loud for us. Let everyone hear what you have to say.” Heather said.

Lily’s hands tremble slightly as she takes the note from Heather’s grasp, her eyes scanning the words written there. After a moment, she lifts her gaze from the note to the camera, her cheeks flushed a deep, crimson red.

“Um,” she starts.

Her voice was barely above a whisper. She clears her throat, tries again.

“I ... I’ve been dreaming about sucking cock all my life.” Lily said.

The words come out in a rush, tumbling out of her mouth as if she’s afraid she’ll lose her nerve if she doesn’t say them quickly.

There’s a pause, a beat of stunned silence from the camera crew and the other pledges. Lily’s chest heaves with a shaky breath, her eyes wide and uncertain as they remain fixed on the camera.

“Every ... every night,” she continues.

Her voice gained a bit of strength as she spoke.

“I imagine wrapping my lips around hard, throbbing cocks. I fantasize about the taste of cum on my tongue, the feel of heavy balls against my chin as I swallow every last drop.” She takes another breath, licks her lips nervously.

“I want that fantasy to become a reality. I want to use my mouth, my tongue, my throat, to bring pleasure to a special donor. I want to be known as the best cock sucker in the world, the pledge who can make any man cum with just the touch of her lips.” She said.

By the time she finishes speaking, Lily’s face is flushed with shame and arousal, her breathing coming fast and shallow. She looks like she might faint, might vomit, might burst into tears. The camera remains focused on her face, capturing every nuance of her expression.

Heather smiles wickedly as Lily reads the lewd confessions aloud, clearly pleased by the pledge’s obedience and the growing arousal in the room. She reaches out and taps Lily on the shoulder again, this time leaving her hand resting on the fabric of the hoodie.

Lily swallows hard, the implications of Heather’s touch clear. Hesitantly, she reaches out with a trembling hand and slowly, tentatively, slips it under the hem of Heather’s short skirt. Heather’s eyes widen slightly in surprise, but she makes no move to stop Lily. Instead, she parts her thighs just a bit, giving the pledge more room to explore. Lily’s fingertips brush against the damp fabric of Heather’s panties, making the older woman inhale sharply.

With a growing sense of disbelief at her own boldness, Lily slips two slender fingers under the leg band of Heather’s underwear. She can feel the heat radiating from Heather’s core, the slick arousal coating her folds. Slowly, carefully, Lily begins to stroke along Heather’s slit, her fingers gliding easily through the wetness. Thirty seconds feel like an eternity as Lily fingers Heather under her skirt, the room filled with the soft, obscene sounds of her digits moving through Heather’s dripping sex. Heather bites her lower lip, a quiet moan escaping her as her hips twitch slightly into Lily’s touch.

Finally, Lily withdraws her hand, her fingers coated in Heather’s slick arousal. Heather watches, her chest heaving with shallow breaths, as Lily brings her hand to her mouth. Lily looks up at Heather as she parts her lips and slowly, lewdly, licks her fingers clean. She swirls her tongue around each digit, making a show of tasting Heather’s essence. The room is utterly silent except for the obscene sound of Lily’s tongue against her fingers and the soft, shaky breaths of the women watching the display. Lily keeps her eyes locked with Heather’s as she savors her flavor, the unspoken question hanging heavy in the air.

“I must admit, I have used her mouth, and I highly recommend it! She is still technically a virgin.” Heather said.