In the Bonds - Delta Gamma Sorority Girls
Copyright© 2026 by Eddie Davidson
Chapter 2
“It must have taken how long for the other sisters to paint you? An hour?” their mother wanted to know the story behind their naughty body paint.
“A few hours, Ma’am,” Julie replied promptly and crisply. She had a entirely new vigorously compliant attitude after her mother reminded her that as an old school alumnae she had rank. It probably also helped that she implied with one letter she could get Julie reinstated or black balled.
“You just stood there and let them do that? Paint all sorts of nasty words on you both?”
“We were chained up, Ma’am,” Julie shrugged it off and took no responsibility.
“You voluntarily let them chain you up, right?”
“Yes, Ma’am, we knew what they were going to do, but as sisters of the sorority, it’s kind of expected.” It was obvious from how Julie was reluctant to go into detail that there was more to this story.
“How were the two of you chained up?” her mom arched an eyebrow.
“Tied together, lip to lip, nip to nip, clit to clit, Ma’am. Wrists and ankles manacled, spreader bar between our legs and thighs to keep them open.”
“That didn’t seem weird to you? Tied up with your sister?”
“It’s the Big and Lil bonding ritual, and I am sure we aren’t supposed to talk about it in public.”
Julie’s eyes darted around the quiet emergency room. Everyone was eavesdropping. It was a bit late to think about keeping this a secret.
“That’s some made-up bullshit, honey. That didn’t exist when I attended Alabama. You knew you were going to have to make out with your sister before you volunteered?”
“Um, yes. When Ruby’s sister Mercedes pledged, I required them to perform the ritual nightly in the window of the DG House, and let anyone passing by make requests. I knew it was payback, Ma’am.”
“So, how many nights have you made out with your sister?”
“Um, at Alabama? Uh, every night since she pledged as a greenie, Ma’am.”
The two sisters’ faces were turning even redder. An older man in one of the chairs yelled out, “This is Alabama, but god-damned, y’all are blood-related sisters?”
“Hey, that’s fucking hot as shit,” another guy yelled.
“When did the carrot get put in your butt, Cunt?”
“Um ... are you really going to call me Cunt from now on?” Julie frowned.
“You are Delta G, right? It’s that the name you were given?”
“Yes, but in the bonds, not in public. We don’t have to say it on campus.”
“I asked you a question, Cunt. Let’s hear how the carrot went into your butt with you knowing?”
“I knew it was going in my butt, Ma’am. After all the Sigma Kaps had a round with us, the sisters fisted us and fucked us with candles while chanting.”
“How did the chant go?” their mom asked.
“Um, please don’t make us chant a sisterhood chant in public, Ma’am. It’s just for in the bonds,” she asked.
“Cunt, you chanted at a mixer with frat boys present. I think I’d like to hear it. I doubt it was one from my day. Anchor chant? A sister’s hand so strong, so true, lifts you up and pulls you through?”
I burst out laughing because of the double entendre over what they might pull through their pussies when they fisted them. The three of them looked at me with annoyed expressions. Their mom clearly was pissed off.
“Not those chants, unofficial chants; No means yes, yes means anal,” she indicated the words written on her sister.
“Do you even know the official chant?”
“Yes, Ma’am, of course!”
“Let’s hear it,” her mom said.
“Here?”
“No, at Applebee’s,” her mom said with a deadpan expression that made several other people laugh. This time she ignored them.
“D-e-l-t-a, Delta, D-e-l-t-a, G-a-double M-a, Gamma, G-a-double M-a, We are the Delta Gammas, Wearing Bronze, Pink and Blue, We are the Delta Gammas, Don’t you want to be a DG too!” Julie chanted in a very low-key tone while her big tits bounced slightly.
“Pathetic. You have no Delta Spirit? Do Good. Try it again with your Lil. This time put your heart in it. Let me hear you, loud and proud.”
“D-e-l-t-a, Delta, D-e-l-t-a, G-a-double M-a, Gamma, G-a-double M-a, We are the Delta Gammas, Wearing Bronze, Pink and Blue, We are the Delta Gammas, Don’t you want to be a DG too!” the girls both chanted in time with exceptional clarity and enthusiasm. They smiled, their tits bounced, and their asses jiggled. They had memorized these chants a long time ago and clearly lived them.
“Very good. I’d love to say that I am proud of you both, but given the circumstances, I believe that you are getting everything you asked for tonight. You let them tie you up and paint you, and you knew you’d get fucked by every guy that attended the mixer and did it anyway?”
“Yes, Ma’am, but only because I made Ruby and her sister attend several mixers together dressed as dogs.”
“As dogs, with leashes, Ma’am.”
“On their hands and knees?”
“Yes, Ma’am, with dog bowls full of um, their um...”
“Their what?”
“Their own pee, Ma’am. We call it Auburn Lemonade.”
The Auburn Tigers are one of Alabama’s biggest rivals.
“How much pee did you make them drink?”
“A lot, Ma’am.”
“Did you drink any pee tonight?”
“Yes, Ma’am, but I didn’t want to do that. It seemed only fair. I told Ruby she had to drink Auburn Lemonade because if we will make Lil’s do it, we have to be willing to do it ourselves.”
“Did you drink Auburn Lemonade before tonight?”
“Yes, Ma’am, not all the time. I did it to show the pledges that they can accomplish anything if they want it badly enough, Ma’am. It’s not something I do for enjoyment, or outside of my duties.”
“You made your sister drink Auburn Lemonade?”
“Not tonight, I didn’t, Ma’am,” she said.
“I figured that much since you had your hands glued to your ass. I meant before this, Cunt.”
“Um, yes, many times, but I did not make her, per se,” Julie explained reluctantly. “She knew this was an expectation of scrubs before she pledged.”
“I thought you don’t share secrets outside of the bonds. That’s a big no-no to tell a pledge what they have to endure on hell week.”
“It’s not just hell week, Ma’am,” Julie’s cheeks were red. “I know it’s a violation, but she is my Special because we are sisters. I taught her to drink Auburn Lemonade when she was in high school so she wouldn’t freak out. Lydia knew before the first night that was an expectation when she joins the line.”
“So, in my own house, under my roof, the two of you drank your own piss?”
“Not all the time, Ma’am, and not for pleasure. It was just enough so that Lydia wouldn’t barf all over herself like I did the first time I attended.”
“Do you know why I didn’t tell you about Auburn Lemonade, Cunt?” her mom asked, looking somewhat embarrassed airing their dirty laundry in front of the ER.
“I wasn’t yet in the bonds?”
“No, Cunt. It’s because Auburn Lemonade is another made-up kinky thing that we never did. It’s not a tradition. It’s just something some sadistic bitch thought up to make pledges do to humiliate themselves. We also had a term called Dirty Rushing. Do you know what that is?”
“Giving a scrub an unfair advantage when pledging to a sorority, Ma’am,” Julie trailed off and looked at the floor. I could tell she wanted to defend the tradition but her mother’s revelation had knocked the wind out of her sails. The silence hung in the air for a good ten seconds before their mom broke it.
There was some silence. “I think it was in place for a long time, Ma’am. I didn’t establish the tradition, if that’s what you are implying.”
“I pledged in ‘98. We did dumb stuff. We stole a rival’s mascot, ran naked across the Quad at midnight, drank warm beer out of dirty boots. Why didn’t you tell me that you were doing these things, Cunt?”
“Honestly, it’s not something I thought to bring up in polite conversation, and I assumed you dealt with it, so I had to deal with it, Ma’am,” Julie admitted.
“How much longer do we have to wait like this, Ma’am?” Lydia interrupted.
“Would you ask a senior sister how much longer you have to wait when given an assignment? What is your Line Name, Again, Lydia?”
“Cunt, Ma’am, just like my Big,” she answered smartly and added “No, I wouldn’t ask how long a pledge test is, but this isn’t an assignment or a test.”
“I am just checking. In my day, we had that term. Do you still have it, Cunt?”
“Yes, Ma’am. Checking is when a senior sister asks a Greenie like me a question and if she can’t answer correctly, she gets a correction.”
“A correction? What kind of correction?” her mother asked.
“Um, we might have a carrot inserted into our asshole, or deep throat said carrot when it is removed, Ma’am. The bigger the mistake, the bigger the correction,” her youngest daughter replied.
“So, you were checked and didn’t answer properly?” Julie’s mom asked.
“No Ma’am, my Lil was asked who the founding members of the DG House were, and she did not answer loudly and properly. The carrot was placed in my cake hole as I am responsible for her education, for her to deep throat as a correction.”
“Cake hole?” her mother didn’t recognize that term.
“Mom, please don’t make us talk about this stuff in front of all these people?”
“Oh please, go right ahead,” an effeminate southern gentleman in a Hawaiian shirt encouraged them with a sassy tone, and placed his hand on his chin while holding his elbow.
“Go ahead, Cunt. What is a cake hole?”
“One of a Dick Gobbler’s three Gobble holes, Ma’am,” Julie initially said it with confidence but trailed off when she realized her mother had never heard that phrase either and she was humiliating herself.
“Dick Gobbler, because the initials are DG?”
“Yes, Ma’am, Dick Gobblers are the lowest members of the sisterhood. The Pie Hole is our mouth, the cake hole is our butthole, and the pee hole is our pussy, Ma’am.”
“Wait, are you a Dick Gobbler or a Senior Sister, Julie?”
“Right now,” Julie looked absolutely terrified to answer this question, “I am probably a Dick Gobbler. I was stripped officially of my title of House Bully by the House President and Executive Council of Ladies tonight, and given the line name Cunt, Ma’am. I was told that if I continue to cross the sands, that I’ll be recognized as a senior sister by graduation.”
“I’ve never heard of crossing the sands. What is that?”
“Crossing the sands is where Dick Gobblers go after Hell Week is over. We used to initiate sisters right after hell week but now we are more selective, Ma’am. Dick Gobblers must endure a period of extended servitude to demonstrate service with a smile, loyalty and Delta values, and a commitment to the sisterhood.”
“I totally understand terms like service with a smile, but this is a new one on me.”
“Most servitude tasks aren’t that difficult or humiliating. Clean the floors on your hands and knees, pick up your Big’s room. It’s not that demanding, but you have to show that you won’t give up, and sisterhood is not something you are entitled to simply because you survived Hell Week.”
“Wait a minute. Picked up your Big’s Room? So Lydia was in servitude to you?”
“Yes, Ma’am, it’s sort of like a maid,” Julie said.
“Now, you are both in servitude to Ruby Gallagher?”
“No, Ma’am, we are in servitude to Ruby’s little sister, Mercedes.”
“That’s not humiliating?”
“It’s very embarrassing, Ma’am, but I practiced what I preached as house bully and when Ruby asked me to voluntarily resign my title, and accept being demoted to a Dick Gobbler I did so willingly. I am willing to smile while I serve my sisters, even if that sister is my junior.”
It seemed stoic, but Julie’s entitled facial expression and turned-up nose told me she might not believe what she said.
“Great, then you two are on assignment to stand there and wait and not complain.”
“Respectfully, Ma’am, you can’t give us assignments at home or in public,” Julie seemed nervous as she said that.
“I can’t? Can I write a letter to the Delta Gamma Executive Offices as your mother, and alumnae informing them of your dirty rushing practices, and behavior? Do you think that may affect your status in the sisterhood?”
“Ma’am, please don’t do that. I am Delta Gamma Born and Delta Gamma Bred.”
“That’s fine. Why don’t you stand there and wait, chin up, eyes straight ahead, mouth open.”
Julie obediently adopted a pose like a statue and faced me. A small tear formed in her eye.
“Let me check to see if the doctor has arrived,” I said after the attention shifted to me. I quickly checked some papers for no reason.
“Is the doctor hiding under the papers?” someone in the waiting room made a wisecrack at my expense and everyone laughed.
“No, um, I was just looking for a duty roster,” I lied. “Let me go check,” I stammered. I quickly called the orderly. Toby was a black guy, and he had seen and heard it all. His first words when he saw the naked girls were “Fucking white people,” and then he asked if he could bring them back to the waiting room.
“No, the girls will remain in the lobby until it’s cleared of legitimate patients,” their mother decided. I saw the two girls’ eyes narrow, and they both swallowed as if symbolically swallowing their pride.
“Your name is?”
“Karen Barker,” she introduced herself.
“Of course it is,” Toby said as he wrote something on a clipboard.
“What is that supposed to mean?” Karen asked.
Toby had shared videos from a YouTube channel called “I wish a Karen would” that features videos of entitled middle-aged women bitching and complaining with me before. I knew that’s why he said what he had, and I think Karen even figured that’s what he implied.
“Are you guys hungry then? There is a snack machine, and a coffee machine over there,” he changed the subject.
“I am starving, Ma’am,” Julie sounded desperate.
“Do you want to wash down a LSU Chocolate Bar with an Auburn Lemonade?” Karen asked her daughter sarcastically.
“I wouldn’t prefer to eat anything that supports Louisiana State, Ma’am, but right now I am hungry enough to eat anything,” Julie replied politely and even forced a smile.
“If Auburn Lemonade is piss, I assume you have a word for poop? LSU Chocolate bar was all I could think of,” Karen said in front of everyone.
Toby quickly turned and muttered something about crazy white bitches before taking the next person in line for evaluation and informing him the doctor still wasn’t there. A few people opted to go elsewhere, but I think most of the people in the lobby just wanted to see how this spectacle played out.
“No Ma’am, there is no special term for poop,” Julie scrunched her nose in disgust.
“No special term for poop? Well bless your dirty little hearts. You girls have let them write ‘CUNT’ on your forehead, glue your hands to your own ass cheeks, hang weights from your coochies, and shove a carrot up your cake hole. I am Checking. What are the names of your holes?”
“Pie Hole is mouth, Cake Hole is a sister’s butt hole, and Pee Hole is our Twat, Ma’am,” Julie answered with a tremble.
“What comes out of your Pee Hole?”
“Auburn Lemonade, Ma’am,” Julie sounded far more confident answering that.
“You drink it?”
“When required, Ma’am,” Julie clearly seemed not only humiliated but reluctant to tell the entire room what we already heard her confess.
“So, what comes out of a sister’s cake hole? Georgia Bulldog Brownies?” Karen let that sassy, vulgar question hang in the air.
“Yes, Ma’am,” Julie answered, terrified to contradict the new terminology. “The Cake Hole is for Georgia Bulldog Brownies, Ma’am.”
“So, if your sisters tell you to cross the sands or perform servitude, you’ll drink Auburn Lemonade anytime they want?”
“Yes, Ma’am, I may not enjoy it, but I am anchored for life, and I won’t tell a sister to do something that I won’t do if called upon.”
The answer sounded rehearsed and was spoken with conviction.
“Then would you Dick Gobblers gobble up some Georgia Bulldog Brownies?”
Julie opened her mouth, but nothing came out. She looked like she wanted to say no, but she didn’t.
She swallowed, looked down at her toes, and her face turned the same shade of red as the word “Cunt” on her forehead.
“I trust my sisters, Ma’am,” Julie whispered. “You wouldn’t ask me to do that without a valid reason, Ma’am.”
“I am not asking you anything, Dick Gobbler. I am telling you, and when I tell you something from now on, you will say Yes Ma’am, May I have a spoon, like a good Dick Gobbler, won’t you?”
“Yes ... yes, Ma’am, may I have a spoon?” Julie was truly committed to her sorority, and the look on her little sister’s face was priceless. She didn’t seem quite as loyal or willing to do anything to be a member.
“You got fucked by how many men tonight, Cunt?”
“I lost count, Ma’am, probably at least twenty, Ma’am,” Julie guessed with some shame.
“You made out with your sister. What else did you do with her?”
“Everything that one can do with their sister, Ma’am,” Julie admitted with a look of chagrin.
“Like?”
“Um, in the bonds, Ma’am, sisterly love, Sapphic,” Julie repeated some phrases and scanned her mother’s expression for a look of recognition that didn’t materialize.
“Spell it out for me, Cunt. What did you do?”
“Everything,” Julie started to repeat herself and then realized she was expected to get explicit. “Eat each other out, French kiss, kiss each other’s tits, lick each other’s cake holes, fist each other, clean each other’s fists, eat cum from each other’s pussies, asses and kiss cum back and forth, Ma’am.”
“Did you lick anyone else’s ass, Cunt?”
“Yes, Ma’am, anyone at the party that wanted it, man or woman. We were bound in toilets before getting fucked by all the Kappa Sigs, Ma’am,” Julie admitted.
“So, if you will lick a dirty, sweaty asshole, you’d eat a Georgia Bulldog Brownie?”