Becky couldn't believe some of the subjects on the questionnaire: a personality test, hobbies and interests, even her menstrual cycle! Why did they need so much personal information about her? She continued through the 12 pages, answering the increasingly embarrassing queries.

Theta Alpha Alpha was *the* sorority on campus. Every girl who managed to get in was popular among her peers, and successful in later life. There were wild rumors of Satan worship, illegal hazing and other things, but nothing proven. Becky, for one, didn't believe any of it. It was obviously all a smokescreen, a way to keep loser applicants away, as was this stupid, annoying questionnaire.

She finished the last of it and returned the papers to the sorority house. The young woman who took them gave her a cheeky smirk. Just a smokescreen, Becky reminded herself.

The next week she received an invitation to a mixer at the house. Yes! The following week flew by as she worried about how she could impress the sorority. She would regale them with stories of her holiday in France after graduation from high school, and the time she met Tom Cruise. She went out and bought a short dark skirt and a slinky sheer halter-top that showed off her not-insubstantial breasts. She admired her trim form in the mirror. Her dirty blonde hair framed her pretty face, and her new pumps nicely accentuated her slim, shapely legs. She would fit in. She prayed to God each night that they would accept her.

The night had arrived. As she walked up to the sorority house she saw a familiar face: Sarisha, a slim Hindi girl from her high school grad class, wearing a form-fitting one-piece dress that ended just above her knees. Her dark hair was loose about her shoulders.

"Becky! Hi! Are you here to join the sorority too?" Sarisha looked relieved to see someone she knew, as was Becky.

"Yeah! Anybody else from our class here?" Becky looked around hopefully.

"I don't think so. You want to go in?"

Becky nodded, and they entered together. The party was swinging and the music was loud, with lots of guys. They found one of the sorority sisters and identified themselves, as per the invitation's instructions. They were brought to a large room, a kind of den, in the back of the house. Several sisters were waiting there for them, and Becky recognized one: Christine, who graduated the year before her. Becky didn't realize *she* was a sister! She hoped there were no hard feelings for...

"Welcome, potential sisters," began a striking young Asian woman, breaking Becky's train of thought. "My name is Kallie. Please, have a seat and help yourselves to some drinks." She motioned, and highballs were provided. The 2 applicants sat and sipped their drinks as Kallie spoke about the history of Theta Alpha Alpha and its values. It was actually quite boring, and by the time she was done the girls' drinks were empty.

With a little smile Kallie motioned them to rise. "You," she pointed to Sarisha. "Follow these sisters upstairs." Sarisha looked back at Becky as she left, as to say "sorry", then was gone, along with 2 of the sisters. Becky was left alone with Kallie and Christine.

"You," continued Kallie.

"Her name's Becky," broke in Christine, stepping forward. "May I?"

Kallie nodded, and Christine continued: "Becky, you will have to follow any instructions given you by the sisters tonight, no matter what. Fail to follow instructions in a timely fashion and you fail the test. You will not be able to reapply for membership." Becky thought she detected some satisfaction in Christine's voice. She also felt a little dizzy, and blinked a little to moisten her eyes. She was up late last night worrying about tonight's showing and didn't get much sleep.

The sisters looked at her, then at each other. Kallie continued: "Becky, you will need to go out into the party -- meet some people. If any of the boys offer you anything, take it and bring it back to us. Don't go upstairs."

Nodding, Becky stumbled out into the main part of the house. She was still feeling kind of odd. There were less people than she remembered. Where did they go?

She chatted up some of the other sisters, but they weren't interested in talking to plebeians. The last girl she tried to speak to hinted that she was falling behind in the competition.

Finally, she approached one of the guys, a jock by the look of him: tall and muscled, with short, light brown hair. His name was Gabe. After she introduced herself he asked if he could give her something. She remembered that she had to accept anything that the guys gave her, so nodded.

He took her hand firmly and pulled her into a side room. It was dark, only illuminated by the scant light coming from the hallway and through the window from the streetlight outside. He pushed her to the wall, clamping his mouth to hers.

"Mmmf!" She was completely surprised by his sudden passionate attack. She was also still feeling a bit slow, like her head was stuffed with cotton.

Gabe's hands moved down to her skirt, pulling it up. His expert tongue kept her from being able to make more than muffled gasping sounds as he quickly yanked her panties down to her ankles.

She couldn't believe it! In seconds she was completely unprotected against his onslaught! His hands seemed to be everywhere, and she couldn't dislodge his mouth from hers. Then she felt it: something warm and hard pressing insistently at her pelvic area. God, no! He had unzipped his fly and his penis was already poking at the entrance to her vulnerable tunnel.

"Nnn! Nnnnhh!" She tried to get more than stifled sounds out, but he had obviously done this before, keeping her mouth securely sealed. In a moment he would be inside her. Oh my God! She was right in the middle of her monthly cycle and he wasn't wearing a condom!

"Gabe! Get off her!" It was a woman's voice. Gabe whole body stiffened. His throbbing dick was half an inch inside Becky's pussy lips, its advance stopped as he paused, as if considering what to do.

"I said GET OFF!" A young woman pushed into the room, shoving him to the side. Gabe's dick flew free from Becky's labia. He spun back, looking like he was ready to kill the newcomer.

The woman turned on the light -- it was Kallie! She went right up into Gabe's face, loudly chastising him for his treatment of the pledge. His penis flagged noticeably as he backed off.

"But I was gonna give her my cum! I told her I was gonna!" Gabe almost sounded like a little boy asking for ice cream. Becky slid down the wall, stunned as she realized the implications of what she had agreed to.

Kallie turned back to Becky: "Is that true? Were you trying to turn down what he was going to give you?"

Becky felt lost. "I... I didn't realize..."

Kallie came and knelt down beside her, putting her hand on the distraught girl's shoulder. "Don't worry, dear. You don't have to have sex with him, but you do have to 'take what he gives you'." She leaned in close and whispered: "Use your mouth. President Clinton himself said that it isn't sex, right?"

Getting back up and shooting Gabe a reproachful look, Kallie returned to the party.

Gabe walked back over to Becky. His penis was pointing at her, still a bit soft from the verbal onslaught. She quickly rose to her knees, paused to take a breath, then engulfed it with her mouth.

Gabe groaned and closed his eyes. Not as good as fucking her hot cunt, but better than nothing, he thought. He savored the feeling of her lips as they caressed his rod, sliding up and down.

Within a couple of minutes he started to thrust into her mouth, as she wasn't going fast enough. A minute later he grabbed her head, pushing hard.

"Lllgg! Glllkk!" She couldn't breathe as his cock pushed into the back of her throat. Her gag reflex kicked in, but couldn't dislodge the foreign object. She didn't have to suffer long, however, as Gabe's cum exploded from his shaft and directly down her throat.

She was almost unconscious from the lack of oxygen as he pulled his spent member from her mouth. She fell forward, voraciously gulping air as Gabe zipped up and left, turning off the light as he went.

Becky sat there, sobbing. Not only had she almost been raped, but she had failed! All his semen had gone right down her throat; there was none to give to the sisters.

After a few minutes she stopped, a hard look coming into her eyes. She wouldn't go out sobbing like a little girl! A little unsteadily, she rose to her feet. As she took a step she realized that her panties were still around her ankles. She pulled them up quickly, thanking God that no one but Kallie had looked into the room during the encounter.

She had to get more semen before Kallie came looking for her! She poked her head out into the corridor and saw a young, skinny guy with glasses coming around the corner... a geek! She withdrew into the darkness of the room, then as the guy passed, she pounced! He gave an unmanly shriek as she replayed the earlier scene with Gabe, though in reverse, pinning the skinny young man to the wall and lip-locking him, then unzipping his pants to pull out his stiffening member. A moment later she was back on her knees and sucking hard on his penis, which, she noted, was smaller than Gabe's.

Before long the inexperienced nerd was groaning and spurting his seed into her mouth. She was careful not to swallow it, but there wasn't very much compared to the volume Gabe shot down her throat earlier.

When she was done she rose, gave him a close-lipped peck on the cheek and headed directly for the den. Kallie and Christine were waiting for her.

"I was getting worried, Becky," said Kallie. "Gabe took longer than I thought he would."

Becky couldn't answer with the gob of sperm in her mouth. She pointed to her closed mouth and Christine came forward with a drink tumbler. Ptoo! Splop! Christine took the prize away.

"More, Becky. You're lagging behind." Kallie urged her out the door with a light slap to the behind.

There didn't seem to be any guys left. Where did they all go? She wasn't allowed to go upstairs; were they all up there?

The front door opened and a big black guy walked in, his lettered jacket indicating another jock. She was never really interested in interracial relations, but any port in the storm...

Within a couple of minutes she had him in the side room and his above-average-sized cock in her mouth. He had unhooked his pants to allow her better access to his tool. She watched his stomach muscles flex as she fellated him.

After a few minutes her mouth was getting tired. As she moved her mouth back to the tip of his large prick she used her hand to furiously jack him off. This new technique paid off and he growled, grabbing her head. She was ready this time, however, and managed to knock his hands away in order to take his copious load only into her mouth. It seemed that his ejaculation would never end, as she had to puff her cheeks out in order to keep it all contained.

She gave his balls a tickle as she rose, once again heading for the den. The guy seemed stunned by his excessive expulsion of seed, leaning against the wall and saying nothing as she went.

Once again Christine came forward with a glass and claimed the gooey prize, taking it away. Kallie put her arm around Becky's shoulders.

"Well done, darling. Did you feel it? The power that a woman can have over a man? That's what our sorority is about: power! You're almost there." She directed Becky down the hall to another bedroom. "The final test, Becky. The sins of the past await you." Kallie handed her another highball and went back up the hall and out of sight, leaving Becky at the doorway.

Is Becky smart enough to figure it out? If so, jump to Ending #2. If not, keep reading. If you find this whole story silly, go to Ending #3.

Ending #1

Becky entered the room and sat on the bed. What did Kallie mean about sins? She downed the drink and after a few more minutes Christine entered the room, a paper bag in her hand. Oh crap, Becky thought.

"Please remove your clothes, Becky. I won't ask twice."

Becky knew her application would be summarily dismissed if she hesitated, even after all she had gone through tonight. Her top and skirt came off quickly, but she couldn't help pausing at her bra and panties. Christine narrowed her eyes and those articles hit the floor seconds later. Becky was naked, and incredibly embarrassed.

"On the bed, Becky. Lay on your back."

Becky complied, watching Christine's hard eyes with dread. Christine reached into the bag and took out a realistic-looking 7-inch dildo. Becky didn't notice that Christine used her fingers to hide the lower portion of the dildo.

Christine sat on the bed next to Becky. "Close your eyes, Beck. I want you to remember our days in high school." Becky complied, wincing. Oh crap oh crap oh crap, she thought.

Christine's voice was even, almost seductive: "Remember Alan, Becky? Remember MY BOYFRIEND?"

Becky did remember. In their senior year, Christine and Alan's relationship had been on the rocks. Alan had asked Becky out and she had accepted. They went out for a few weeks and she finally gave her virginity to him. He dumped her a couple weeks later and went on to other conquests. Christine had blamed Becky for her breakup with Alan.

Christine continued, her voice soft, even and sultry: "I want you to remember his touch, Becky. Remember how it felt when he kissed you."

Becky had drank her second highball too quickly, and was feeling weird again. Unbeknownst to her, both drinks had been laced with a combination of aphrodisiac and muscle relaxant, and it was doing its job. Becky relaxed, her mind floating into the scenario Christine presented.

Alan was a tall, handsome art major with short dark hair and a winning smile. Becky remembered how their first kiss had caused butterflies in her stomach.

Christine's voice went even lower: "Remember how he touched your body, Becky. Remember how it felt." Becky felt Christine's hands touching her thighs, moving them apart. Oh, Alan, Becky remembered whimsically.

"I remember how he felt, Becky. How he touched me. Did he touch you like this?" Christine's hand moved to Becky's stomach and then slipped down to her pubic region. Becky caught her breath. Her pussy was tingling, caused by a combination of the drinks and the sexual excitement from the blowjobs she gave earlier.

"Alan's fingers are touching you, Becky. They're going inside you." Becky arched her back and softly moaned as Christine's fingers slipped into the folds of her pussy. Her fingers grew slick and she spread it around, lubricating Becky's love channel. Becky's breathing had increased and her nipples were hard. Oh, Alan, that feels so good...

"How did his prick feel, Becky? Can you feel it, nudging at your pussy?" She COULD feel it. She loved how his cock felt in her.

Christine pushed the dildo into Becky's slick cunt, bit by bit. Soft "mmm, mmm" sounds came from Becky's throat as she arched her pussy up toward her plastic lover, trying to gain greater penetration. Christine pushed it in harder, finally getting the shaft in as far as she could, gingerly making sure she didn't accidentally grip it too tightly near the end.