Fiction: Sorority Pledges (FFFFMMMM/FFFFF)

During pledge week at Delta Zeta Lambda, the air on campus buzzed with excitement and nerves. A group of five hopeful pledges stood in the main room of the sorority house, their nerves evident as they clutched their pledge books. They knew this week would be grueling, filled with challenges and traditions meant to test their dedication and resilience. What they hadn’t expected, however, was the rule their big sisters introduced on the very first day.

Megan, the sorority president, stood before them, clipboard in hand, her voice sharp and commanding. “Welcome to pledge week, ladies. This is a time-honored tradition, and we expect absolute obedience and respect for the rules. Any disobedience, laziness, or failure to follow instructions will result in immediate punishment. You may refuse punishment, but then you’re out.”

The pledges exchanged nervous glances, unsure what kind of punishment she meant. Megan’s next words clarified everything.

“We’re doing something a little different this year. Delta Zeta Lambda is partnered with Alpha Sigma Chi fraternity. Their big brothers have agreed to assist us in enforcing discipline this year. If any of you break the rules, it won’t be the paddle from a big sister, rather, you’ll find yourselves over the knee of a big brother, receiving a very firm spanking. And yes, I mean bare bottom. This is about accountability and learning respect, ladies.”

The pledges gasped, their cheeks turning pink at the mere thought.

“Are we clear?” Megan asked, her tone brooking no argument.

“Yes, ma’am,” the pledges chorused, though their voices trembled.

——

As soon as Megan dismissed the meeting, the pledges gathered in a tight circle, their faces a mix of shock, nervous laughter, and growing curiosity.

Jessica, the boldest of the group, broke the silence. “Can you believe that? Spanked over the knee of some guys? That’s so—ugh, humiliating!” Her cheeks burned even as she spoke, but there was an edge of defiance in her voice.

Emma, usually the more reserved one, fiddled with her pledge book and muttered, “I don’t know… it sounds kind of old-fashioned, like something out of a bad movie.”

Sophie crossed her arms and shook her head emphatically. “This is insane! They can’t just… spank us like that. Bare butt! It’s degrading. Can’t we petition or something?”

Jessica scoffed. “Oh, yeah, Sophie, let’s go tell Megan we don’t like the rules on the first day. That’ll end well. Face it, we’re stuck with this.”

Ava, ever the practical one, raised an eyebrow. “Yeah, but let’s be honest. If you just follow the rules, you won’t have to worry about it… right?”

“Ha!” Said the others, knowing the strict rules were designed to practically ensure they got broken.

Lily, who’d been quiet up until now, gave a nervous giggle. “On the other hand, Those Alpha Sigma Chi guys? Some of them are really hot. If it’s, like, Logan or Tyler… maybe it wouldn’t be that bad?” Her voice trailed off as she flushed, realizing she’d said too much.

Emma bit her lip, glancing around nervously. “True. But did you see the guys standing outside earlier? They were smirking, like they already knew. What if they’re… I don’t know, into this?”

“Of course they into it. Why wouldn’t they be? Getting one of our bare asses across their laps. I mean, what red-blooded guy wouldn’t be into that?”

“Ugh, don’t even say that,” Sophie groaned, hiding her face in her hands. “This whole thing is humiliating enough without thinking they’re enjoying it.”

Lily shrugged, her smile growing sly. “Well, if they are, I say use it to your advantage. Play it up, you know? Act all innocent, maybe even cute. They won’t spank hard if you just wiggle your ass in their faces. That’s what I’m gonna do if I get in trouble.”

Jessica raised an eyebrow at Lily. “If? Girl, you’re late to everything. You’re gonna be the first one over their knee, guaranteed.”

That sent the group into a fit of nervous laughter, though Sophie just rolled her eyes and muttered, “This isn’t funny.”

Ava sighed and crossed her arms. “Look, we just have to stick together and get through pledge week without messing up. No missed assignments, no skipping meetings, no disrespect. Simple.”

“Simple?” Jessica shot back. “This is Delta Zeta Lambda. They want us to mess up so they can make an example out of us. You heard Megan—she’s ruthless.”

Emma nodded, her cheeks pink. “Yeah, and if we’re not careful, we’re gonna be the talk of campus. I can’t even imagine how embarrassing that would be.”

The girls fell silent for a moment, each lost in their own thoughts about the coming week. But it was Lily who broke the tension with a mischievous grin.

“Okay, but… if it does happen, who do you think would be the most… gentle?” Her question sent them into another round of laughter and protests, the chatter growing louder as they debated the unthinkable.

For now, it was all speculation. But pledge week had only just begun, and the looming presence of the Alpha Sigma Chi brothers meant that, for at least some of them, the rules would soon become very, very real.

——

The pledges spent the remainder of their first day completing tasks around the sorority house: cleaning, organizing, and preparing for the week’s events. By late afternoon, exhaustion began to take its toll. Sophie, one of the pledges, was scrubbing the baseboards in the living room when she let out a frustrated groan.

“This is ridiculous,” she muttered under her breath, loud enough for another pledge, Emma, to hear. “We’re not maids.”

Unfortunately, Emma wasn’t the only one who heard her. Megan appeared in the doorway, her arms crossed and a disapproving look on her face. “Sophie, was that you complaining?”

Sophie’s face paled. “I… I didn’t mean it like that!”

“Rules are rules,” Megan said crisply. “Disrespect won’t be tolerated. You’ll learn that now. Ladies, come with me.”

The pledges followed Megan to the Alpha Sigma Chi house, their hearts pounding, a mix of emotions washing over them like a tidal wave. Sophie’s face burned with humiliation, her stomach knotting tighter with every step. She couldn’t believe this was happening. Her words had been barely above a whisper—surely they could cut her some slack? But the set look on Megan’s face said otherwise.

As they approached the Alpha Sigma Chi house, the pledges exchanged nervous glances. Jessica leaned toward Emma and whispered, “Poor Sophie. But thank God it’s not me.”

Emma nodded, though her eyes stayed on Sophie, sympathy flickering across her face. “I feel bad for her. Can you imagine? Bare bottom in front of those guys? She’s gonna die of embarrassment.”

Sophie, walking just ahead of them, heard their murmurs but kept her eyes fixed on the ground. Her cheeks were already flushed as she imagined the scene waiting for her. Would it be in front of everyone? Were they going to watch? The idea of bending over, her bare butt exposed, was mortifying enough without the added pressure of an audience.

Megan knocked on the door, and a tall, broad-shouldered young man opened it.

“Hey, Megan,” he said with a grin. “Got a rulebreaker already?”

“Unfortunately, yes,” Megan replied, gesturing to Sophie. “This is Sophie. She needs a reminder about respect.”

Sophie’s cheeks burned as the big brother, named Ryan, stepped aside to let them in. “No problem,” Ryan said. “We’ll take care of her.”

Sophie was led to a sturdy chair in the middle of the room, where Ryan sat down and patted his lap. “Over you go,” he said firmly.

Megan’s sharp voice cut through the tense air, leaving no room for argument. “Sophie, lower your jeans and panties first. Now.”

Sophie froze, her heart pounding so loudly she thought everyone could hear it. Her face burned with shame, and her hands trembled as she gripped the waistband of her jeans.

Before Sophie could continue, the door opened, and another brother walked in. He was tall and lean, with an easy smile and a confident stride. “Hey, Megan,” he said, glancing around the room. “What’s going on here?”

“Perfect timing, Jared,” Ryan said, leaning back in the chair. “Looks like we’ve got ourselves a little rulebreaker.”

Jared’s eyes landed on Sophie, who shrank under his gaze. His grin widened. “Ah, a rulebreaker. And a cute one at that,” he said, his tone teasing as he looked her up and down. Sophie’s face turned an even deeper shade of red as she crossed her arms protectively over her body. “Loving this new arrangement with the Delts.”

“She’s about to learn we don’t tolerate disrespect,” Megan said firmly, her eyes locking on Sophie. “Now, Sophie. Jeans and panties. Or you can walk out that door and forget about Delta Zeta Lambda.”

Sophie’s stomach sank. She had dreamed of joining this sorority for years, had worked so hard to get here. She couldn’t let her nerves ruin everything now. Trembling, she took a shaky breath and sucked it up, knowing she had no choice. What’s the big deal, she told herself, I’d sleep with either of those guys, and it’s just sisters after that.

With shaking hands, she fumbled with the button of her jeans. Slowly, painfully, she slid them down over her hips, exposing her pink panties. She could feel the weight of every gaze in the room on her, but Jared’s comment made it unbearable.

“Cute choice,” Jared said with a smirk. “Bet she wasn’t expecting to show those off today.”

Sophie’s hands froze on her thighs, her embarrassment threatening to overwhelm her. Megan’s voice cut through her hesitation like a knife. “Keep going, Sophie. All the way.”

Tears pricked Sophie’s eyes as she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties. Her movements were agonizingly slow as she began to slide them down, the elastic catching slightly before she finally pushed them to her knees. The room seemed to hold its breath as her bare skin was fully exposed, her pussy and ass now completely visible to everyone.

Jared let out a low whistle, leaning against the wall with a grin. “Cute little pussy, I’ll give her that.”

Ryan chuckled, glancing at her backside. “And her ass’s not so bad either.”

Sophie’s face burned hotter than ever as she stood there, her hands hovering awkwardly by her sides, unsure of how to hide herself. Every fiber of her being screamed at her to cover up, but Megan’s stern voice stopped her as if she could read her mind.

“Keep those hands at your sides, Sophie. No hiding. Let everyone see what happens when someone disrespects our house.”

Sophie’s humiliation was complete as she obeyed, her entire body trembling. The boys didn’t bother to hide their amused smirks as they openly looked at her. She felt utterly vulnerable, her bare pussy and reddening face a stark reminder of how powerless she was in that moment.

“Over his knee,” Megan ordered, gesturing to Ryan, who patted his lap with exaggerated patience.

Bare from the waist down, Sophie shuffled toward Ryan, her steps awkward with her jeans and panties pooled around her ankles. She draped herself over his lap, her humiliation deepening as he adjusted her position, spreading her legs slightly to ensure every part of her was visible. The cool air on her most private area made her want to disappear.

Sophie’s face burned hotter than ever as she felt Ryan’s large hand press against the small of her back, holding her firmly in place. She could feel the rough texture of his jeans against her exposed skin, but it wasn’t just the material that made her blush furiously—it was the way he had positioned her, her pussy pressed awkwardly against the hard muscle of his thigh. Every slight shift or adjustment rubbed her sensitive flesh against the rough denim, sending jolts of unwanted sensation through her body.

“Look at her squirm,” Jared said, his tone amused. “You’d think she’d never been in a position like this before.”

Ryan chuckled, his voice low and teasing. “Maybe she hasn’t. But don’t worry, Jared—she’ll get plenty familiar with it by the time we’re done.”

Megan’s voice rang out, sharp and unyielding. “Sophie, keep still. If you keep wiggling like that, we’ll assume you’re enjoying yourself.”

Sophie’s breath caught in her throat at the insinuation, and she froze completely, her humiliation deepening tenfold. The thought that anyone might believe she was enjoying this was unbearable, yet every small shift of Ryan’s leg reminded her of how traitorous her body could be.

Ryan patted her bare bottom lightly, his touch making her flinch. “Good girl, Sophie. This is for your own good.”

His hand came down with a sharp smack, the sound echoing through the room. Sophie yelped, more from the shock than the pain, and instinctively tried to move away, but Ryan’s arm around her waist kept her firmly in place. Her struggles only caused her to rub against his leg more, and she bit her lip hard, trying to suppress any sound that might give away her discomfort—or worse, her growing embarrassment at how intimate the position felt.

“Stop moving,” Ryan said sternly, delivering another hard smack. “Unless you want me to hold you tighter.”

Jared laughed from his spot by the wall. “Looks like she’s having a hard time deciding if she wants to escape or stay put.”

Sophie’s cheeks burned as tears of frustration and humiliation welled in her eyes. She didn’t want to give them the satisfaction of seeing her cry, but the sting of Ryan’s hand combined with the mortifying comments was too much to bear. And with each smack, the roughness of his jeans reminded her of just how vulnerable she was, her most private area pressed firmly against him in a way that felt far too intimate for a punishment.

The smacks landed hard on Sophie’s bare bottom, making her yelp loudly. Each swat echoed through the room, drawing whispers and muffled giggles from the other pledges. Jared leaned closer, clearly enjoying the show.

“She’s turning a nice shade already,” Jared remarked, his tone casual. “Think she’s getting the message?”

“Oh, she’ll get it,” Ryan replied with a grin, delivering another sharp smack. Sophie squirmed and whimpered, her humiliation deepened by the knowledge that every kick and movement left her even more exposed.

“This is what happens when you don’t respect the rules,” Megan said to the group, her voice stern.

By the time Ryan paused, her bottom was stinging and warm, and she was trembling from the effort of holding herself together. Megan stepped closer, her arms crossed, and gave Sophie a disapproving look.

“Well, Sophie? Do you think you’ve learned your lesson?”

Sophie nodded quickly, her voice shaky. “Y-yes, I’ve learned. Please, I won’t do it again.”

But Megan wasn’t satisfied. “Stand up,” she commanded. “Face the room.”

Sophie hesitated, but Ryan helped her up, his hands firm on her hips as he guided her to her feet. Her jeans and panties were still tangled around her ankles, and she made a feeble attempt to pull them up, but Megan’s voice stopped her.

“Leave them,” she snapped. “You’re not done yet.”

Sophie’s hands hovered uncertainly at her sides as she stood there, bare and vulnerable, her face streaked with tears. Jared’s smirk widened as his eyes traveled over her, and Sophie could feel the heat of their gazes on every inch of her exposed skin.

“Now, into the corner,” Megan ordered, pointing to a spot where two walls met. “Hands on your head. And don’t even think about covering up.”

Sophie’s legs felt like jelly as she shuffled to the corner, her bare bottom on full display. She placed her hands on her head as instructed, her fingers trembling as she fought to hold back more tears.

Ryan leaned back in his chair, his voice carrying a note of satisfaction. “That’ll teach her to break the rules.”

Jared chuckled. “Yeah, but I think she might need a few more lessons before she really gets it.”

Sophie bit her lip, her humiliation complete as she stood there, fully exposed, with no choice but to endure their mocking laughter and teasing remarks. She couldn’t believe how far she had fallen in just a single day, and the worst part was knowing that this was only the beginning.

Megan, satisfied so far with Sophie’s punishment, glanced at the remaining pledges who stood frozen, their wide eyes darting between Sophie’s red bottom and the smirking fraternity brothers.

“You all stay here until Sophie’s time is up,” Megan commanded her pledges sharply, her tone leaving no room for argument. “Let this be a lesson to all of you about what happens when you disrespect the rules. Ryan will let you know when you’re free to go.”

With that, Megan turned on her heel and left, leaving the pledges standing awkwardly in the fraternity living room, completely out of their element.

——

Sophie remained in the corner, sniffling quietly, her face as hot as her throbbing bottom. The pledges shifted uncomfortably, unsure whether they should speak or remain silent.

It wasn’t long before a third curious brother walked in, a sandy-haired guy in a hoodie who froze mid-step when he saw the scene before him. “Whoa! What’s this?” he asked with an amused grin.

“Sophie here broke the rules,” Ryan explained, lounging back in the chair with an air of satisfaction. “So, she’s paying the price.”

The sandy-haired guy let out a low whistle, his eyes flicking between Sophie’s red bottom and the awkward pledges hovering nearby. “Well, damn. You weren’t kidding when you said we’d be keeping the sorority pledges in line this year.”

Two more brothers entered soon after, drawn by the commotion. They stopped in their tracks, their eyes lighting up as they took in the unusual sight.

“Looks like someone got the full treatment,” one of them said, grinning at Sophie’s red backside. “Bet she’s regretting whatever she did to end up here.”

The other one, a tall guy with dark hair and a mischievous smile, turned his attention to the other pledges. “And what about you ladies?” he asked, his tone teasing. “You all following the rules, or should we expect more visitors later today?”

The pledges flushed as one, their eyes dropping to the floor.

“Y-yes, we’re following the rules,” Emma stammered, her voice barely audible.

“Are you sure?” the sandy-haired brother asked, stepping closer. “Because from the way you’re blushing, it looks like someone’s got a guilty conscience.”

The pledges huddled together, their embarrassment mounting as the brothers continued to tease them.

“You know,” the dark-haired one said, “if any of you slip up, I’ve got a pretty solid arm, too. Just saying.” He flexed exaggeratedly, making the other brothers laugh and causing the pledges to shrink back even further.

Meanwhile, Sophie shifted uncomfortably in the corner, desperate for this ordeal to end.

Just then the door creaked open again, and Sophie’s heart sank as she heard the unmistakable sound of even more male footsteps entering the room.

“Whoa,” came a voice, deep and amused. “What’s going on here?”

Another brother stepped in, followed by two more. Their eyes immediately landed on Sophie, who froze in place, her face burning so hot she thought it might melt off.

“Damn,” one of them said with a low whistle, clearly staring at Sophie’s exposed backside. “What’d she do to end up like this?”

“Rulebreaker,” Ryan said casually, leaning back in his chair. “Megan’s making sure this year’s pledges learn their place.”

The new arrivals exchanged looks and grins. “Looks like she’s learning something,” one of them quipped, his gaze lingering on Sophie’s bare, reddened cheeks. “And she’s got a great ass. Seriously. Delts always get the prettiest pledges.”

Jared chuckled. “You should’ve been here earlier. She put on quite the show. Squirming that ass all over Ryan’s leg.”

Sophie’s stomach twisted in knots. She bit her lip, desperate to hold back tears of humiliation, knowing that any reaction would only make things worse. She could feel their eyes on her, roaming her body like she was an object on display.

One of the newcomers stepped closer, his eyes narrowing slightly as he sized her up. “Yeah, she’s a looker, all right. Nice figure. Definitely pledge material.”

The brothers’ attention shifted briefly to the other pledges, who were huddled together, trying their best not to draw any attention to themselves. One of the guys smirked. “And what about the rest of you?” he asked, his tone teasing. “Not bad. Delts really know how to pick ‘em.”

“Look at that one,” another brother said, nodding toward Lily. “Shy, but she’s cute. You’re all gonna fit right in here.”

The pledges glanced at each other nervously, their faces pale and their shoulders hunched. None of them dared to speak, knowing that Sophie’s fate could just as easily become their own.

“Careful,” Jared joked, leaning against the wall. “Megan’s got a long list of rules. Step out of line, and you’ll be taking Sophie’s place.”

The brothers laughed, their comments lighthearted but pointed, and Sophie felt her humiliation deepen. She stood frozen, her hands trembling atop her head as she listened to them evaluate her and her fellow pledges like they were trophies. Her red, throbbing bottom stung from Ryan’s earlier punishment, but the burning shame of being exposed and discussed so openly was even worse.

After what felt like an eternity, Ryan finally stood up and strode over to her. “Alright, Sophie, your time’s up,” he said. “But before you go—”

Putting one hand on top of her hands on her head, he landed a final, sharp swat with the other to her already-sore bottom, low and right up the middle, making her yelp and jump forward. “There. That’s for good measure,” he added with a grin.

Sophie scrambled to pull up her jeans and panties, her hands shaking with haste.

“Come on, let’s go,” she muttered to the other pledges, her face burning as she avoided looking at anyone.

The group bolted for the door, their heads down and cheeks blazing. As they fled, the brothers burst into laughter, their voices following the pledges down the hall.

“See you soon, ladies!” one of them called after them. “Try to behave—or don’t. We don’t mind!”

The pledges didn’t stop running until they were safely outside, where they collapsed against the wall, their faces still bright red. Sophie refused to meet anyone’s gaze, and the rest exchanged nervous glances, all silently vowing to stay in Megan’s good graces for the rest of the week.

——

The pledges hurried back to the sorority house, their faces still burning with humiliation. No one said a word as they slipped through the front door and into the common room, where Megan was waiting for them, her arms crossed and her expression unreadable.

“Ah, there you are,” Megan said, her tone cool and clipped. “I assume Sophie’s punishment left an impression?”

Sophie, still sniffling, nodded meekly and avoided eye contact as she shifted uncomfortably, her bottom still throbbing from the spanking. The other pledges shuffled awkwardly, unwilling to draw Megan’s attention.

“Good,” Megan said, pacing in front of them like a drill sergeant. “But let me be perfectly clear. That was just the beginning. The punishment system we have in place for pledge week escalates, and you can thank Sophie for that escalation.”

Sophie’s head shot up in alarm. “W-what? I didn’t mean—”

Megan silenced her with a sharp look. “When one of you fails, the rest of you pay the price in one way or another. It’s called accountability, ladies. And since you couldn’t hold yourself together on the very first day, you’ve ensured that the next rulebreaker will face a harsher punishment.”

The pledges exchanged nervous glances, their anxiety palpable.

“From now on,” Megan continued, her voice cold and commanding, “whoever is next to break the rules will not only be spanked, but paddled—bare bottom, just like Sophie. However…”

She paused for dramatic effect, letting her words hang in the air before delivering the final blow.

“The next miscreant will also remove their top and bra before they’re paddled. Let this serve as a reminder that your actions have consequences—for everyone.”

The pledges stood frozen, their faces a mix of shock and mortification. Emma’s hand instinctively moved to her chest, and Jessica’s cheeks flushed crimson at the mere thought of a bare breasted punishment in front of all those guys.

“You can thank Sophie for raising the stakes,” Megan added pointedly, shooting a glance at the still-sniffling girl. “She’s set the tone for the week. And if one of you decides to test me again, I guarantee you’ll regret it even more than she does right now.”

The room was silent, the weight of Megan’s warning settling heavily over the group.

“You’re dismissed for now,” Megan finally said, waving a hand toward the stairs. “But think carefully about your behavior going forward. I won’t hesitate to enforce the rules—and neither will the big brothers.”

The pledges wasted no time scrambling upstairs to the safety of their dorm room, their hearts pounding with a mixture of dread and determination.

——

Once upstairs, the pledges sat huddled together in their dorm room, their nerves still raw from the recent events. Sophie, still feeling the sting of her humiliation, perched on the edge of her bed, her face still flushed. Emma, Jessica and the other two pledges, Lily and Ava, sat cross-legged on the floor, their expressions a mixture of nervousness and excitement.

“That was…” Emma started, struggling to find the words. “Intense.”

“Intense?” Sophie snapped, her voice barely above a whisper. “My bare ass—and everything else—was out there for everyone to see! Those guys… they were just standing there, commenting like I wasn’t even a person.”

“Yeah, but they were so hot,” Jessica said with a sly grin, leaning back against the bed. “Let’s not pretend we didn’t notice.”

Sophie blushed, looking down at her hands. “They were… but it was still humiliating. I mean, I’ve never been so embarrassed in my life. If that’s day one, what’s the rest of pledge week going to be like? And the next one’s going to be the paddle, topless? Bare boobs and everything?”

Ava let out a sigh, her shoulders slumping. “Delta has a rep. We all knew what we were signing up for, didn’t we? Hot girls, big parties, and yeah…” She hesitated before continuing, her cheeks coloring again. “A certain… expectation.”

Emma nodded slowly. “It’s the best sorority on campus for a reason. The parties, the connections, the prestige. Everyone wants to be a Delt. And we all knew going in that they only pick the hottest girls—and that those girls have to… you know…”

“Put out,” Ava said bluntly, shrugging. “It’s not a secret. Hell, it’s why I wanted to join. The guys are gorgeous, and the parties are wild. Who wouldn’t want that?”

Lily looked uneasy. “I don’t know. I mean, I get it, but… today was a lot. I thought I could handle it, but seeing what happened to poor Soph, now I’m not so sure.”

“Look,” Sophie said, sitting up straighter and fixing the group with a determined look. “We got through today, didn’t we? We stuck it out, even when things got… humiliating.” She glanced down at her lap, her face heating again at the memory of Ryan’s lap, Jared’s comments, and the other brothers’ stares. “If we quit now, everything we’ve been through will have been for nothing. I don’t know about you, but I’m not giving up.”

Emma nodded, a spark of resolve lighting in her eyes. “Soph’s right. We knew this wasn’t going to be easy. If we want to be Delts, we have to prove we can handle it.”

“And if that means letting a few frat guys ogle us, or whatever else, so be it,” Ava added with a smirk. “Honestly, those boys are not hard to look at either. Did you see Jared’s arms? And Ryan? Total dreamboat.”

Lily bit her lip, her hesitation melting slightly. “They are pretty hunky,” she admitted. “And it’s not like they were mean. They were just… you know, guys.”

“Exactly,” Jessica said. “If we stick together, we can get through this. One week of pledging, and then we’re in. We’ll be the ones running the show next year.”

Sophie looked around at the group, her determination hardening. “Agreed. Whatever they throw at us, we face it together. No one quits, no matter what they make us do or how tough it gets.”

The others nodded, a tentative sense of solidarity forming between them. They were nervous, yes, but also excited. The allure of Delta’s prestige, the chance to be part of something exclusive and envied, and the undeniable charm of the fraternity brothers all outweighed their fears.

“We’ll do whatever it takes,” Emma said firmly, her voice steady. “Together.”

“Together,” the others echoed, their voices soft but resolute.

As they settled in for the night, the girls couldn’t help but speculate about what the rest of pledge week would bring. They talked about the frat boys, sharing their secret crushes and marveling at their good looks. For all the nerves and humiliation, there was a thrill in the unknown—a shared sense that they were on the cusp of something life-changing.

Whatever challenges lay ahead, they would face them together, determined to earn their place in Delta and everything that came with it.

——

It was only a matter of time before someone slipped up again, and on only the second day of pledge week, Jessica let her nerves get the best of her. During a group exercise, she rolled her eyes and muttered under her breath about how ridiculous the tasks were. Unfortunately for her, Megan caught it immediately.

“Jessica,” Megan said sharply, her voice cutting through the chatter. “Did you just roll your eyes at me?”

Jessica froze, realizing her mistake too late. “I didn’t mean—”

“Save it,” Megan interrupted, her expression icy. “You know the rules. Everyone, follow me. Jessica’s about to show you what happens when someone decides to test me.”

The pledges exchanged wide-eyed glances as Megan led them across campus to the Alpha Sigma Chi house. Jessica’s heart pounded as they approached the fraternity’s door. She had seen Sophie’s ordeal on the first day and heard Megan’s warnings about what would happen next. Now, her stomach churned at the thought of what awaited her: I’m ‘gonna be bare ass, tits out, and paddled, in front of boys!

Ryan opened the door with a grin, already expecting them. “Back so soon?” he teased, leaning casually against the frame. “Let me guess—another rulebreaker?”

Megan nodded curtly. “Jessica here thought it would be smart to disrespect the process. She needs to learn some respect—and as I warned the pledges, this time the punishment will be even harsher.”

Jessica froze, her stomach sinking. “Megan, please, I didn’t mean to—”

Megan’s icy glare cut her off. “Quiet. You knew the rules.” Megan turned to Ryan. “She needs to learn her place, and you’re going to help make sure she does.”

Ryan stepped aside, gesturing toward the center of the room. “We’re more than happy to help.” His grin widened as he added, “Alright, fellas, gather round—we’ve got another Delt pledge show. This time it’s the paddle!”

The brothers quickly surrounded the scene, leaning against walls and lounging on couches, their amused expressions making Jessica’s cheeks burn hotter by the second.

Megan turned to Jessica and delivered her next command with cold authority. “Take off your top and bra. Now.”

Jessica’s mouth fell open. “No… please, Megan, don’t make me do this—”

“You made this choice when you disrespected the rules,” Megan interrupted firmly. “Now, take them off. Or would you rather not join our sorority?”

Jessica’s hands trembled as she slowly pulled her shirt over her head, revealing her bare shoulders. Her face burned as she unclasped her bra, letting it slide off her arms. She crossed her arms over her chest instinctively, but Megan was quick to correct her.

“Arms by your sides. Let everyone see what happens when you break the rules.”

Jessica reluctantly dropped her arms, tears of humiliation streaming down her face. The brothers whistled and chuckled, their teasing remarks making her want to shrink into the floor.

“Damn,” one of the brothers said with a grin. “Look at those tits! She’s already putting on a show.”

“Looking good, Jessica!” another added, his voice dripping with teasing enthusiasm.

“Nice rack,” one of them said with a smirk.

“Bet she regrets it now,” another added, making the room erupt in laughter.

“Jeans and panties. Now,” Megan ordered. Jessica hesitated, but Megan’s raised eyebrow left no room for argument.

The room erupted into whoops and cheers as Jessica hesitated, her face turning bright red. Slowly, she reached for the button of her jeans, her fingers trembling as she fumbled with it. The brothers’ cheers grew louder as she slid her jeans down her thighs, exposing her lacy underwear.

Jessica’s face burned as she stood there, her jeans pooled around her ankles. But Ryan wasn’t finished. “Underwear too, Jessica,” he said, his voice mockingly sweet. “We don’t do things halfway around here.”

Her stomach flipped, but she knew she couldn’t back out now. Taking a deep breath, she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and slid them down, her bare bottom and pussy now completely exposed to the room. The brothers erupted into applause and whistles, their comments coming fast and relentless.

“Check out that ass!” one of them called out, earning a round of laughter and agreement.

“Sweet pussy!” said another.

“She’s got the body of a goddess,” another said, his voice teasing but appreciative.

Jessica squeezed her eyes shut, her face burning as their compliments filled the room. She knew they were playing it up for her reaction, but it didn’t make it any less embarrassing. Her cheeks were hot, both on her face and—soon to be—elsewhere.

Jessica’s hands moved slowly, almost unconsciously, to shield her pussy.

“Keep those hands at your sides, Pledge Jessica,” Megan said with a teasing grin. “The brothers haven’t finished appreciating your… dedication to pledge week.”

Jessica froze, her face turning an even deeper shade of crimson as the brothers leaned forward, their eyes openly appraising her. She squeezed her hands into fists at her sides, resisting the urge to cover herself.

One of the brothers, a dark-haired guy with a cocky smirk, leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees as he gave her an exaggerated once-over. “Gotta say, Jessica,” he drawled, “that is one neatly maintained pussy. Definitely Delta material.”

The room burst into laughter and cheers, the teasing comments flying thick and fast.

“She’s setting a standard, that’s for sure,” another chimed in, winking at her. “Bet Megan’s proud.”

Jessica’s face burned hotter than ever, her body stiffening as the brothers’ compliments—if they could be called that—continued. She glanced nervously at Megan, who stood off to the side with her arms crossed and a smirk playing on her lips.

“Well,” Megan said, her voice cutting through the noise, “at least someone appreciates the effort my pledges put into presentation. Jessica, you should take it as a compliment.”

The brothers laughed harder, clapping and nodding in agreement. “Definitely a compliment,” Ryan added, grinning at Jessica. “You’re raising the bar for the rest of the girls with that neatly trimmed tight little twat, that’s for sure. Looks nice and tight.”

Jessica swallowed hard, forcing herself to nod despite her overwhelming embarrassment. “Th-thank you,” she stammered, her voice barely audible over the noise.

“Good girl,” Ryan said with a smirk. “Now, bend over, hands on your knees. Get those legs a wee bit apart… ‘gotta see those girl bits from behind…”

Jessica’s breath hitched, but she obeyed, bending at the waist and grabbing her knees. The position left her entirely exposed, her bare bottom and everything below on full display. The brothers leaned forward, their grins widening at the humiliating sight.

“Damn,” one of them said. “She’s leaving nothing to the imagination.”

“Bet she’s wishing she kept her mouth shut now,” another teased.

“Look at those big tits dangle.”

Ryan stepped behind her, holding a thick wooden paddle. He tapped it lightly against her skin, making her flinch. “Let’s get started,” he said, his voice laced with mock cheerfulness. “Count them out, Jessica. You’ve got ten coming,” he said. “And I expect you to thank me after each one.”

The first swat landed with a loud crack, the sting radiating through Jessica’s body and making her gasp. Her breasts bounced from the force, drawing loud cheers and laughter from the brothers.

“Damn,” another said, leaning forward. “She’s got a nice tit jiggle going on there.”

Jessica’s face burned brighter, but she forced herself to mumble, “Thank you, Ryan,” her voice barely audible.

“Louder,” Ryan said with a grin, raising the paddle again. “I don’t think the guys in the back heard you.”

“Thank you, Ryan!” Jessica said louder, her voice trembling with embarrassment.

The second swat came down harder, the sound echoing through the room. Jessica yelped, her knees wobbling slightly as her breasts bounced again, drawing even louder cheers from the brothers.

Another swat landed, and Jessica let out a soft cry, her hands gripping her knees tightly as she tried to stay steady. Her breasts swayed with each stroke, and the brothers’ teasing comments only added to her humiliation.

“Ten’s not gonna be enough,” someone joked, earning more laughter. “She’s got talent.”

Jessica’s tears began to fall, but she forced herself to keep counting and thanking Ryan after each swat. By the time the tenth strike landed, her bottom was a deep red, and her entire body was trembling.

“Good job, Jessica,” Ryan said, stepping back with a smirk. “You’ve taken your punishment well. Hopefully, you’ll think twice about breaking rules next time.”

Jessica nodded, her face still bright red as she straightened up, her hands instinctively moving to cover herself.

“Don’t rush to cover up,” one brother teased. “We were just getting used to the view.”

Jessica stood there, trembling and humiliated, as the brothers continued to comment and laugh.

“Now, get dressed,” Megan said, gesturing toward Jessica’s discarded clothes. “Right here. No hiding.”

Jessica’s hands were shaking so badly that she fumbled with her bra, unable to hook it properly. The brothers erupted into fresh laughter as she struggled, her flushed face making the scene even more humiliating.

“Need some help there?” one of them joked, eliciting more chuckles.

Jessica finally managed to clasp her bra, then quickly pulled on her panties, shirt and jeans, avoiding eye contact with everyone in the room. When she was fully dressed, Megan gestured toward the door.

“Before you leave, I want you all to notice something.” Her gaze swept over the room, and then she gestured toward the gathered fraternity brothers, who were still chuckling and grinning at Jessica’s mortification. “Look at them.”

The pledges hesitated, unsure what she meant.

“I said look,” Megan snapped. “And I don’t mean at their faces.”

The implication landed like a thunderclap. The pledges hesitated, but one by one, their eyes dropped lower, down to the frat brothers’ crotches. A wave of fresh mortification swept over them as they noticed the telltale bulges in nearly every one of the guys’ jeans and shorts. Some of the brothers leaned back, clearly enjoying the attention, while others smirked openly, making no effort to hide their arousal.

Jessica’s face turned crimson, and the other pledges looked like they wanted to disappear. The brothers, on the other hand, were clearly loving every second.

“See that?” Megan said, her voice icy and firm. “That’s what happens when you break the rules. You’re not just embarrassing yourself—you’re entertaining them.” She gestured broadly to the brothers, who chuckled in agreement.

One of the brothers, a tall guy with messy brown hair, grinned at Emma, who stood with her eyes glued to the floor. “Don’t worry,” he said with mock reassurance. “We’re very appreciative of the effort you ladies are putting in.”

The comment earned a round of laughter, and Megan let it die down before continuing.

“And let me make one thing very clear,” she said, her tone darkening. “The next one of you who breaks a rule won’t just be paddled. Oh, no. If that happens, all of you pledges will have your work cut out for you.”

Jessica looked up, her tear-streaked face full of confusion. “Wh-what do you mean?”

Megan smiled, but it wasn’t a kind smile. It was the smile of someone holding all the power. “Let’s just say these brothers have been very generous with their time, helping us enforce discipline. If another one of you steps out of line, I’ll make sure you all return the favor.”

The pledges’ faces turned ashen as they tried to process her words. The brothers exchanged knowing looks, a few of them chuckling darkly at the implications.

“What kind of favor?” Ava dared to ask, her voice trembling.

Megan’s smirk widened. “Oh, I’m sure you’ll figure it out if the time comes. Let’s hope, for your sake, that it doesn’t. Now, get out of here.”

Jessica and the other pledges didn’t need to be told twice. They bolted for the door, their faces burning as the brothers’ laughter followed them out into the night. Megan lingered behind, smiling smugly at Ryan and the rest of the fraternity brothers.

“Well, gentlemen,” she said with a satisfied sigh, “I think they’ve learned a valuable lesson tonight. But something tells me this week isn’t over yet.”

“Sure hope not!” one of the big brothers called out,

——

Back at their dorm room, the pledges sat in a tense circle, the air thick with unease and embarrassment. Jessica sat on her bed, her face still flushed from her ordeal, while the others exchanged nervous glances. Lily broke the silence with an awkward laugh, trying to lighten the mood.

“Well, that was… something,” she said, her voice uncertain.

Emma, ever the practical one, shook her head. “That wasn’t ‘something.’ That was humiliating. Are we really going to let them treat us like that all week?”

Jessica groaned, burying her face in her hands. “You think I wanted that to happen? Do you know how awful it was? I’ll be hearing those whistles and comments in my nightmares. They all saw everything!”

Ava sat quietly for a moment before blurting out, “Wait… Megan said something about ‘returning the favor.’ What did she mean by that? Like… are we going to have to, you know, do something for the guys?”

Emma sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. “It’s not baking cookies, Ava. She’s talking about us doing something else totally degrading. Like… I don’t know, maybe…” Her voice faltered as her face turned bright red.

“What?” Ava pressed, her eyes wide. “What was she talking about?”

Jessica, still red-faced, finally looked up and met Ava’s eyes. “She means something… sexual.”

Ava’s jaw dropped. “What? No, that can’t be what Megan meant. She wouldn’t actually make us—”

“Oh, wouldn’t she?” Jessica cut her off, her voice sharp with frustration. “She already made me strip naked in front of all of them! You really think she wouldn’t go further if one of us messes up again?”

The room fell silent as the weight of her words sank in. Ava, still looking shocked, shook her head slowly. “But… isn’t that, like… illegal or something?”

Lily, still trying to mask her own nervousness with humor, gave a nervous laugh. “What’s illegal? We’re doing this because we want in. We can walk away anytime. Megan’s made that clear enough. Please. They’re just pushing us to see how far we’ll go.”

Emma crossed her arms, her expression serious. “And how far are we willing to go? Because if today is any indication, Megan’s not bluffing. She’ll keep escalating.”

Jessica looked down, her voice quieter now. “She’s not going to stop. Not unless we give her a reason to.”

“What do you mean?” Lily asked.

Jessica clenched her fists, her face hardening. “I mean, we have to get through the rest of this week without another screw-up. No missed tasks, no eye rolls, no talking back. We do exactly what they tell us, no matter how stupid or degrading it is.”

Ava shifted uncomfortably, her face still pale. “But what if someone messes up? What if Megan decides to punish us for no reason?”

“Then we don’t let her,” Emma said, her voice steady. “We don’t give her the satisfaction. We follow the rules, we keep our heads down, and we get through this.”

The room was quiet for a moment before Lily nodded slowly. “Okay. I’m in. No more screw-ups. I don’t care how stupid the tasks are—I’m doing everything by the book.”

Ava hesitated, then nodded as well. “Me too. I don’t want to end up like… well, like Jessica. Or worse…”

Jessica gave a small, humorless laugh. “Yeah, thanks for that, Ava.”

Emma stood up, looking at each of them in turn. “We all agree, then. No matter what they throw at us, we do it. No complaining, no hesitating. We just get through it.”

The dorm room grew quieter after Emma’s speech, but the tension in the air lingered. The girls sat cross-legged on their beds, the weight of the situation pressing down on them like a heavy blanket. Jessica, her face still blotchy from crying, fiddled nervously with the hem of her shirt. Ava, sitting beside her, chewed her lip, looking as though she wanted to say something but didn’t know how.

Finally, it was Lily who broke the silence. “So… when Megan said we’d have to ‘return the favor’ if one of us screws up again… she didn’t just mean, like, chores or something, did she?”

Emma sighed, her hands on her knees. “Oh my God, Lily. I think it’s pretty clear she means something way more… intimate.”

Ava looked up, her cheeks flushing. “But how far are we talking? Like, what exactly does she expect us to do?”

“Oh my God, you’re so naive,” Jessica said. “We’ll have to go down on them, you idiot. Give them head. Oral sex. Fellatio.”

Ava looked shocked, then added in a small voice, “I… I don’t know if I could do something like that.”

Lily tilted her head, her tone half teasing but with an edge of nervousness. “Wait, are you saying you’ve never… given head?”

Ava’s blush deepened, and she looked down at her lap. “I’ve kissed a guy before,” she muttered defensively. “But that’s it.”

Jessica’s eyes widened. “Wait, seriously? You’re a—”

“Don’t say it!” Ava snapped, her voice sharper than usual. She wrapped her arms around herself, looking like she wanted to sink into the bed. “It’s not like I planned to still be… inexperienced. It just never happened.”

The room fell into an awkward silence, and Lily finally spoke up, her voice softer this time. “It’s not a big deal, Ava. Seriously. But I get why you’re worried. Megan’s made it pretty clear she’ll push us as far as she wants. And if it involves the guys… well, let’s just say I agree with Jessica. I doubt she’s expecting us to just sit there and look pretty.”

Emma frowned, her brows furrowing in thought. “We don’t know for sure what she’ll make us do. But honestly? It’s probably better to assume the worst and be prepared for anything.”

Ava let out a shaky breath, her voice trembling. “But what if… what if I can’t do it? What if I freeze up or mess up and make it worse for everyone?”

Jessica reached out and put a hand on Ava’s shoulder, her own voice steadier now. “You won’t. And if it comes to that, we’ll figure it out together. You’re not alone in this.”

“Yeah,” Lily chimed in. “Besides, it’s not like we’re all pros here. I mean, I’ve done some stuff, but nothing, like… crazy. Definitely nothing that involved an audience.”

Emma crossed her arms, looking thoughtful. “I think that’s the point. Megan wants to push us out of our comfort zones. It’s not just about embarrassing us—it’s about making us prove we’ll do anything for Delta.”

The other girls nodded, their resolve hardening. Even Lily, usually the most laid-back of the group, looked serious now. “We just have to get through this week. After that, we’re in. No more hazing, no more punishments. Just sisterhood.”

“Exactly,” Emma agreed. “We just have to keep our heads down and survive. And if Megan tries to push us too far… we’ll deal with it together.”

The girls exchanged solemn glances, their unspoken agreement cementing their bond. For better or worse, they were in this together. But as they settled in for the night, the lingering tension in the room was impossible to ignore. The thought of what Megan might have in store for them—and the frat brothers’ eager participation—hung over them like a storm cloud.

——

The pledges barely had time to recover from their ordeal at the fraternity house before Megan summoned them again the following day. This time, they were led into the grand hall of the Delta Zeta Lambda house, where all the senior sisters were gathered. The atmosphere was tense, with an unmistakable air of expectation.

Megan stood at the front of the Delta Zeta Lambda hall, her clipboard in hand, the pledges kneeling in a line before her. The senior sisters were seated around the room, watching with eager anticipation, their smirks and whispers adding to the pledges’ unease.

“After yesterday’s events at the fraternity house,” Megan began sharply, “the next escalation will involve each of you… easing… our brothers after the next spanking, which based on past performance is likely due soon. We don’t want any of you embarrassing yourselves or this sorority.”

The pledges shifted uncomfortably on their knees, their eyes darting nervously between Megan and the amused faces of the sisters.

Megan gestured to a nearby sister, who carried forward a large box. Reaching inside, Megan pulled out a long, realistic-looking dildo, complete with veined details and lifelike balls. Gasps rippled through the line of pledges, their faces flooding with humiliation.

“You’ll each be assigned one of these,” Megan announced, holding the dildo up for the room to see. “Consider it… practice equipment.”

The sisters burst into laughter, some clapping their hands or nudging each other with knowing looks. The pledges stared in stunned silence, their cheeks burning with embarrassment.

“Practice for what, you ask?” Megan continued, pacing in front of the kneeling pledges. “Well, let me spell it out. When, not if, another visit to the fraternity house is necessary, you will be giving head. And when that day comes, I expect each of you to perform without hesitation or fumbling. These will ensure you’re ready. We have a reputation to uphold, after all.”

The sisters erupted into more laughter, while the pledges sat frozen, the full implication of Megan’s words dawning on them.

One of the sisters began handing out the dildos, one by one. Each pledge accepted theirs with trembling hands, unable to meet anyone’s gaze. The size and detail of the “practice equipment” made the whole situation even more mortifying.

“You’ll practice handling these every day,” Megan instructed. “Grip, technique, control—I expect you to treat this as seriously as any other pledge task. Failure to show progress will result in immediate consequences. And trust me, you do not want to be the reason the fraternity brothers find out you’re unprepared.”

The pledges exchanged panicked glances, their stomachs churning with humiliation, as they stood up to leave.

Megan’s sharp clap silenced the room once again, her piercing gaze sweeping over the pledges. “No! Before you go,” she said coldly, “we’re going to ensure you understand the seriousness of this task. Practice starts now.”

The pledges froze, their eyes widening in panic as the sisters erupted into murmurs and grins. Megan smirked and gestured at the pledges’ “equipment,” which they were clutching awkwardly.

“Get back down on your knees, and get to work,” Megan commanded. “You’ll demonstrate your technique here and now. The sisters and I will critique your technique and ensure you’re ready for the real thing, when the need arises.”

The pledges stared at her in stunned silence, unable to believe what they were hearing. Jessica’s face turned bright red, her hands trembling as she clutched the dildo she’d been handed.

“You heard me,” Megan snapped. “Don’t make me repeat myself. Knees. Dildo. Mouth. Now.”

The sisters burst into laughter, some clapping their hands in glee, while others leaned forward, clearly eager to watch the humiliating display. The pledges hesitated, their embarrassment palpable, but Megan’s icy glare left no room for argument.

One by one, they reluctantly lowered themselves to their knees, holding the lifelike dildos in front of them. Megan stepped forward, crossing her arms as she watched with a critical eye. “Well? Don’t just sit there. Get started.”

Jessica was the first to move, her hands shaking as she wrapped them around the base of the dildo. She brought the dildo to her mouth hesitantly, her face burning with shame as she opened her mouth and began to comply.

“Too slow,” one of the sisters called out, laughing. “Come on, Jessica, put some enthusiasm into it. The brothers won’t appreciate half-hearted effort!”

Emma followed suit, her movements stiff and awkward as she fumbled with her own dildo. Another sister crouched beside her, grinning wickedly. “No, no, you need to use more tongue,” she said, tapping the side of the dildo. “Like this.” She demonstrated with her finger, eliciting laughter from the rest of the sisters.

“Emma, you look like you’re terrified,” Megan said, her tone dripping with disdain. “Confidence is key. Do you think the brothers want someone who looks like they’re about to cry? Fix your expression.”

The pledges continued their mortifying practice, each of them blushing furiously as the sisters critiqued every move.

“Lilly, don’t forget the base. And use your hands—both of them,” Megan instructed sharply. “You’ll be dealing with more than just size. They’ll expect effort.”

Another sister leaned closer to Ava, smirking. “Don’t forget to make eye contact. It’s all about connection, you know.”

The pledges’ humiliation deepened with every comment, every giggle, every sharp critique. By the time Megan finally clapped her hands again to signal the end of the session, tears were welling in Jessica’s eyes, and Emma looked like she wanted to disappear.

——

“Not bad,” Megan said, pacing in front of the kneeling pledges. “But not good enough, either. You’ll need plenty of practice if you want to avoid embarrassing yourselves in front of the fraternity brothers.” The senior sisters leaned against the walls or sat comfortably on couches, smirking and exchanging whispers as they watched the scene unfold.

“Alright, ladies,” Megan said sharply, coming to a stop in front of the line. “now it’s time to see if you can take it to the next level. Fraternity brothers aren’t going to be impressed by half-efforts or hesitation. They want someone who’s confident, controlled, and willing to go all in. And I mean all in.”

The pledges exchanged nervous glances, their hands tightening around the bases of their “practice equipment.”

“Here’s what you’re going to do,” Megan continued, her voice commanding. “Tilt your heads back, open your throats, and go all the way down. Balls deep. You’ll hold for three seconds before pulling back. Understood?”

The room erupted into giggles and teasing commentary from the sisters. One of them, a blonde with a mischievous grin, chimed in, “Let’s see who can keep their composure the best. No gagging, ladies. The brothers hate that.”

Megan then added, “And, just to keep things interesting, this isn’t just practice—it’s a contest. Every single one of you will keep trying until you succeed. And the last one to hold it for the full three seconds will receive a sorority paddling. Right here. Right now. One stroke from each sister, plus one extra stroke from me for every minute until you succeed.”

The room erupted into giggles and mock applause from the sisters. One leaned forward, smirking. “Better hope you don’t lose, ladies. We won’t be holding back.”

The pledges’ faces flushed even deeper as Megan raised her clipboard. “Position yourselves,” she barked. “Tilt your heads back, open wide, and prepare to commit. Remember: the last to succeed pays the price.”

The pledges hesitated for a moment, then reluctantly lifted their dildos, positioning them in front of their mouths as they tilted their heads back slightly. Their hands shook as they tried to steady themselves, the weight of Megan’s gaze pressing down on them.

“Ready?” Megan asked, her voice dripping with authority. “One… two… three. Go.”

All at once, their mouths opened wide as they tried to take the dildos as deeply as they could. Jessica managed to get about halfway down before gagging violently, pulling back with a loud, choked sob. Saliva dripped from her chin as she wiped at her teary eyes.

“No, no, no,” Megan snapped, glaring at her. “Do you think the fraternity brothers are going to care if you cry? Get back in there and try again.”

Ava struggled as well, her lips trembling as she pushed herself further. Her gag reflex kicked in, making her eyes water and sending saliva streaming down her chin. She pulled back, gasping for air, but Megan’s cold voice cut through her panic.

“Pathetic, Ava. I expected better from you. Try again.”

Sophie, trembling, barely made it past the tip before gagging loudly, tears streaming down her face as she pulled back in a panic. The sisters laughed openly, one of them clapping her hands.

“She’s definitely getting the paddle,” a blonde sister said, grinning. “There’s no way she’ll finish before the others.”

Jessica, positioned on the far left, managed to get about halfway down before gagging violently, her throat convulsing as tears sprang to her eyes. She jerked back, coughing loudly, her hands trembling as saliva dribbled down her chin.

“Jessica!” Megan snapped. “Are you even trying? Get back in there!”

Jessica wiped at her watering eyes, leaving streaks of mascara trailing down her cheeks. Her face burned with humiliation as she tried again, forcing herself to go deeper, her jaw aching with effort.

Next to her, Emma wasn’t faring much better. Her lips slipped awkwardly as she gagged loudly, saliva pooling at the corners of her mouth and dripping onto her hands. Her watery eyes darted toward Megan, pleading silently for mercy, but Megan’s cold glare was unforgiving.

“Don’t look at me, Emma,” Megan barked. “Look at what you’re doing. And tuck your teeth—now.”

Emma sobbed softly, her hands shaking as she adjusted her lips and tried again. Tears rolled down her face, smudging her eyeliner and mascara into dark streaks.

Sophie, in the center, was trembling so hard that she could barely hold the dildo steady. She pushed forward but gagged immediately, her throat spasming as saliva sprayed from her lips. Her tears fell freely, leaving her cheeks streaked with black, her desperation to succeed making her movements frantic and uncoordinated.

“I—I can’t,” Sophie gasped, pulling back with a choked sob.

“You’ll do it, or you’ll be last,” Megan said coldly. “And trust me, Sophie, you don’t want to be last.”

On the far right, Ava and Lily were locked in their own battles. Ava gagged violently, her chest heaving as saliva dripped from her chin onto her blouse. She glanced nervously at Lily, who was ahead of her, her lips nearly at the base of her dildo.

Lily’s eyes were watering so badly she could barely see, her mascara running in dark, messy streaks down her cheeks. But her desperation to avoid the paddling drove her forward. She gagged loudly but didn’t pull back, holding the position until Megan’s voice rang out.

“Three seconds. Pull back, Lily,” Megan said, smirking. “Congratulations—you’re safe.”

Lily yanked back, gasping for air as tears streamed down her face, but the relief in her expression was obvious. Ava, next to her, panicked and pushed herself down with renewed urgency, forcing herself past the gag reflex and holding for three seconds before pulling back, her chin soaked with slobber.

“Two down,” Megan announced, her eyes narrowing at the remaining three. “Hurry it up, ladies. The paddle’s waiting.”

Jessica was next to succeed, though it took her several more tries. Her lips stretched painfully wide as she forced herself deeper, tears streaming down her face and leaving messy tracks of mascara on her cheeks. She gagged violently, her throat spasming, but she managed to hold for three seconds before collapsing backward, sobbing with relief.

That left Emma and Sophie. Emma’s hands shook as she tried again, her desperation mounting. She tilted her head back, forcing herself down, her mascara streaking her face as tears poured from her eyes.

Emma s delicate features were starkly contrasted by the size of the task before her. Her small, heart-shaped face and soft pink lips made her seem even smaller as she gripped the base of the dildo with trembling hands. She swallowed nervously, glancing around the room at the other pledges, who were either gagging or gasping for air under the scrutiny of the sorority sisters. Her eyes darted to Megan, who stood like a statue, clipboard in hand, waiting for results.

“Come on, Emma,” one of the sisters said with a teasing grin. “You’re doing great—just a little further. Don’t let those pretty features fool us. Show us you’ve got what it takes.”

The encouragement only made Emma’s face flush darker, her pale skin turning a vivid pink that spread down her neck. She tilted her head back, her slender throat stretching as she opened her mouth wide. The dildo wavered in her shaking hands as she lowered it toward her lips, her fine features pinched in determination.

“That’s it, Emma,” another sister chimed in, this time with genuine encouragement. “You’re almost there. Just take it slow, one inch at a time.”

Emma’s jaw stretched to its limit as she tried to take more of the dildo. The moment the tip reached the back of her throat, her gag reflex kicked in, and she pulled back with a choked sob, her watery eyes brimming with frustration. Saliva dripped from her chin, and she quickly wiped it away with the back of her hand, her breath coming in shallow gasps.

“It’s okay, Emma,” one of the kinder sisters said softly. “You’re trying harder than anyone else. Just take a deep breath and focus. You can do this.”

Megan, however, wasn’t nearly as forgiving. “Effort doesn’t win contests,” she snapped, her cold gaze locked on Emma. “Fraternity brothers aren’t going to care how cute you look when you try. They care about results. Now get back in there.”

Emma’s small frame shuddered as she steadied herself, her hands gripping the base of the dildo with renewed determination. Her delicate lips parted once more, and she tilted her head back, her fine features scrunching in concentration. The sisters watched in silence this time, their smirks fading as they began to root for her in earnest.

“That’s it, Emma,” one whispered. “You’re doing it. Just a little more.”

With a deep breath, Emma pushed herself further, her throat spasming as she gagged but refused to pull back. Tears streamed down her cheeks, mixing with streaks of mascara that darkened her already flushed face. Her slender neck bobbed as she fought against her body’s natural reflexes, her watery eyes fixed on a point just ahead, refusing to falter.

“She’s almost there,” a brunette sister said, her voice filled with awe. “Come on, Emma. You’ve got this!”

Emma’s small hands trembled as she forced herself further, her lips now nearly touching the base. Her delicate jaw ached, and her throat burned, but she held firm. The sisters leaned forward, their encouraging whispers growing louder as she finally reached the bottom.

“Yes!” one sister cheered softly. “Now hold it—three seconds. You can do it.”

Emma’s entire body trembled as she held the position, her throat convulsing but staying steady. The sisters began counting in unison.

“One… two… three.”

“Pull back, Emily,” Megan instructed, her tone almost approving.

Emma yanked back, gasping for air as she collapsed onto her knees. Her chest heaved, and her face was drenched with tears and sweat, but the look of pride in her eyes was unmistakable. The room erupted into cheers and claps, the sisters swarming around her with a mix of admiration and teasing.

“I can’t believe she did it,” one of them said, shaking her head. “That was incredible, Emma. I didn’t think you had it in you.”

“Sophie,” Megan said, her smirk widening. “Looks like you’re last. You know what that means.”

The sisters cheered and clapped as Sophie sobbed openly, her face a mess of tears, smeared mascara, and saliva. Megan strode to the wall and picked up the paddle, tapping it against her palm.

Sophie knelt trembling on the carpet, her face streaked with tears and smeared mascara, her body shaking from humiliation and desperation. The jeers of the senior sisters echoed in her ears, their laughter and mockery making the already unbearable situation even worse. Around her, the other pledges stood awkwardly, clutching their “practice equipment,” thankful it wasn’t them but too mortified to even meet Sophie’s eyes.

“Well, Sophie,” Megan said, her voice cutting through the noise, “you failed. Again. And unlike the others, you’re not getting off that easily.”

Sophie’s head jerked up, her tear-filled eyes meeting Megan’s cold, unyielding gaze. “Please, Megan, I’ll do better, I—”

“Silence!” Megan barked, cutting her off. “You’ve already proven you’re incapable of following simple instructions. Now, you’ll face the consequences.”

The sisters erupted into fresh laughter and applause as Megan crossed her arms and stared Sophie down. “Strip,” she commanded. “Completely.”

Sophie’s heart sank. “W-what?”

“You heard me,” Megan said icily. “Take off your clothes. You don’t get the privilege of modesty when you can’t even complete a basic task. Now, strip. Or should I have the other pledges help you?”

The sisters howled with laughter at that suggestion, some of them egging Sophie on with jeering comments.

“Come on, Sophie, we don’t have all day,” one of them said, smirking. “Let’s see if you’re at least good for something.”

Tears streaming down her face, Sophie slowly reached for the hem of her shirt. Her fingers trembled as she pulled it over her head, exposing her flushed skin to the room. The sisters clapped mockingly as she hesitated, but Megan’s sharp glare pushed her forward.

“Keep going,” Megan snapped. “Everything. Now.”

With shaking hands, Sophie unclasped her bra and let it fall to the floor, her face burning as the sisters burst into fresh peals of laughter. Finally, she pushed down her pants and panties, stepping out of them until she was completely nude, her arms instinctively crossing over her chest in a feeble attempt to shield herself.

“Hands at your sides,” Megan ordered. “You don’t get to hide. Kneel.”

Sophie obeyed, dropping to her knees in the center of the room. Her face was a mask of humiliation, tears and slobber mixing as the sisters continued their mocking commentary.

“She looks like a wreck,” one sister said, laughing. “Are those teeth marks on the practice equipment?”

“Don’t forget the streaks,” another chimed in. “She’s got mascara everywhere. Good luck cleaning that up, Sophie.”

Megan glanced at her watch, her lips curling into a smirk. “Now, Sophie,” she said, her tone dripping with mock sympathy, “you’ll stay right there, on your knees, until you can hold the full three seconds. No more excuses. No more failures. We’re all waiting, so I suggest you hurry up.”

Fresh tears spilled down Sophie’s cheeks as she picked up the dildo, her hands shaking so badly that she almost dropped it. She tilted her head back and opened her mouth, determined to avoid further punishment. She pushed forward, but her gag reflex kicked in almost immediately, making her choke and pull back with a loud gasp.

“Nope,” Megan said flatly, looking at her watch again. “You didn’t even last a second. Try again.”

The sisters laughed cruelly, some of them mimicking Sophie’s gagging noises as she tried again. Saliva dripped down her chin and onto her chest as she pushed deeper this time, her eyes watering uncontrollably. She gagged loudly but didn’t stop, her body shaking as she tried to hold it.

“One… two…” Megan counted slowly, her tone almost mocking. Sophie’s throat convulsed, her tears streaming faster as she struggled to keep going, but before the final count she yanked back, coughing violently as saliva sprayed from her mouth and tears blurred her vision. She wiped at her face, but Megan’s voice stopped her.

“Don’t even think about cleaning yourself up,” Megan snapped. “You’re not done until I say you are.”

The process repeated over and over, Sophie failing and trying again, each attempt leaving her more humiliated and broken. Her nude body shook with effort, her chest heaving as she fought to push past her limits.

Sophie sobbed openly now, the weight of the humiliation and the looming punishment crushing her. She tried again, forcing herself to focus. She tilted her head back, opened her throat as much as she could, and pushed the dildo deeper. Her hands shook violently as she reached the halfway point, but her body betrayed her once again. She gagged loudly, pulling back with a choked cry as saliva dripped freely from her mouth.

“Already up to seven extra strokes,” Megan announced, her voice devoid of sympathy. “Sophie, at this rate, we might run out of paddles before you succeed.”

The sisters laughed uproariously at that, some clapping their hands while others leaned in to mock Sophie further.

“Better get it done, Sophie,” one of them said, smirking. “Your butt’s going to look like a tomato by the time we’re done with you.”

“Imagine trying to sit down tomorrow,” another added with a giggle. “You’re going to be waddling around campus for days.”

Sophie shook her head, her sobs growing louder as she steeled herself for another attempt. The room fell silent once more as she placed the dildo on the ground in front of her, leaned forward, gripping the balls of the dildo tightly, and went down on it. Her lips wrapped around the dildo as she pushed herself deeper, her tears mixing with the saliva streaming down her chin. She gagged again but forced herself to push further, determined to reach the base.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she managed to go all the way down. The dildo pressed against her lips, her throat convulsing as Megan began the count.

“One… two… three. Stop,” Megan ordered.

Sophie pulled back quickly, gasping for air as she collapsed to the ground, her body trembling with exhaustion and humiliation. The sisters clapped mockingly, their laughter filling the room.

“About time,” Megan said, tapping her clipboard. “But let’s not forget—you still racked up ten strokes before you managed to succeed.” She pointed to the padded bench positioned near the center of the room, its dark leather gleaming under the lights. “Crawl over the bench. Now.”

The sisters erupted into cheers and mocking applause as Sophie, still nude, reluctantly crawled toward the bench. Her knees scraped against the carpet as she moved, her head hanging low in shame. When she reached the bench, she hesitated for a moment, her body trembling.

“Over it,” Megan commanded sharply. “And make sure your bottom is nice and high. We want a good target.”

Sophie obeyed, draping herself over the bench with her arms hanging down on the other side. Her bare bottom was raised, completely exposed, and flushed pink from her earlier humiliation. She sobbed softly, but the sisters weren’t done with her yet.

One of the senior sisters, a blonde with a wicked grin, approached Sophie, taking the dildo from her hand. “Open up, Sophie,” the sister said sweetly, though her tone was laced with malice. “You’re going to keep this where it belongs while we paddle you.”

Sophie whimpered but complied, opening her mouth as the sister pushed the dildo between her lips. She held it there, her cheeks burning as fresh tears spilled down her face.

“Good girl,” the sister cooed mockingly, patting Sophie’s head as if she were a child. She stepped back, gesturing to the other sisters. “All right, ladies, let’s show her how we deal with failures.”

One by one, the sisters approached Sophie, each taking a turn with the paddle. The first sister lined up her shot, raising the paddle high before bringing it down with a sharp crack across Sophie’s bare bottom. Sophie yelped around the dildo in her mouth, her body jerking against the bench.

“Keep still, Sophie,” Megan warned. “Or we’ll start over.”

The next sister stepped up, delivering another loud smack that made Sophie squeal and writhe in place. Her bottom was quickly turning a deep red, each strike leaving a visible mark. The sisters laughed and jeered with every swat, throwing out mocking comments as they took their turns.

“Come on, Sophie, you can take it,” one said with a smirk. “We’re just helping you learn.”

“Maybe this will teach you to stop embarrassing us,” another added, her voice dripping with scorn.

By the time the last sister had taken her turn, Sophie was sobbing openly, her tears streaming down her face and her body shaking uncontrollably. The dildo in her mouth bobbed slightly as she struggled to catch her breath, the saliva dripping onto the bench below.

Megan stepped forward, holding the paddle firmly in her hand. She stared down at Sophie, her expression cold and unforgiving. “Now,” she said, her voice calm but menacing, “you’re going to take ten more from me. Consider it a reminder of what happens when you waste my time.”

The sisters cheered as Megan positioned herself behind Sophie, raising the paddle high. The first swat landed with a resounding crack, making Sophie cry out around the dildo. Megan didn’t wait for her to recover before delivering the next, and the next, each strike harder than the last.

“Count them,” Megan ordered, her tone sharp.

Sophie sobbed around the dildo, muffling her attempts to count. Megan paused after the fifth strike, tilting her head with mock curiosity. “What was that, Sophie? I didn’t hear you.”

“F-fife,” Sophie managed to choke out, her voice garbled around the dildo.

“Better,” Megan said, raising the paddle again. “Let’s finish this.”

The final five strikes were delivered with brutal precision, leaving Sophie’s bottom a deep, angry red. By the time Megan finished, Sophie was trembling violently, her sobs muffled as she clung desperately to the bench.

Megan set the paddle aside and leaned down to Sophie’s level, her voice low and cold. “Let this be a lesson to you, Sophie. Next time, I expect more effort—or it will be far worse.”

She stood up, addressing the rest of the pledges with a smirk. “The rest of you, take note. This is what happens when you fail. Do better, or you’ll find yourselves in Sophie’s place.”

Megan stepped back, setting the paddle down with a deliberate thud. Sophie remained draped over the bench, her red, tear-streaked face pressed against the leather, her body trembling with exhaustion and humiliation. The dildo still lodged in her mouth bobbed slightly with her ragged breaths, and her muffled sobs echoed through the room. The sisters’ laughter and jeers filled the air, their mocking voices heightening her shame.

“Well, Sophie,” Megan said, her voice calm but laced with cold authority, “you may think your punishment is over, but I’m afraid we’re not quite done yet. You see, failure like yours deserves a lasting reminder.”

Sophie whimpered softly, her body stiffening as Megan walked toward the box of “practice equipment” at the side of the room. With deliberate slowness, Megan reached inside and pulled out two more large, lifelike dildos. She held them up for the sisters to see, eliciting an uproar of laughter and applause.

“Oh, this is going to be good,” one sister said, grinning wickedly.

Megan returned to Sophie, holding the two new dildos in one hand as she addressed the rest of the room. “Here’s what’s going to happen,” she announced. “Sophie will remain exactly as she is for the next hour. She will hold her original dildo in her mouth, as she has so far proven incapable of properly using it otherwise. But…” Megan held up the two new dildos, her smirk growing wider, “…we’re going to make sure she stays motivated to keep going.”

The sisters cheered and clapped, their taunts echoing around the room. Megan crouched down beside Sophie, her voice icy and commanding. “Open your hands, Sophie.”

Sophie sniffled, her tears dripping onto the bench, but she obeyed, trembling as she extended her hands. Megan placed one dildo into each of her palms.

“Hold these,” Megan instructed. “Your arms will remain extended, and you will not—under any circumstances—let go of them or drop them. If you do…” Megan paused for dramatic effect, her eyes narrowing as she leaned closer to Sophie’s tear-streaked face, “…we’ll find other places for you to hold them.”

The sisters erupted into fresh peals of laughter at Megan’s implication. Sophie’s face turned an even deeper shade of red, her muffled sobs growing louder as she clutched the dildos tightly in her hands, desperate not to let them slip.

“You heard me, Sophie,” Megan said coldly, straightening up and looking down at her. “You might think your humiliation is complete, but trust me, there are far more creative ways to remind you of your place. Keep your grip firm, or you’ll find out exactly what I mean.”

One of the sisters crouched down in front of Sophie, smirking as she inspected her humiliated pose. “Better hold tight, Sophie,” the sister teased. “I’m sure you wouldn’t want to give Megan an excuse to use those dildos somewhere… less comfortable.”

Another sister leaned closer, grinning. “Think of it as practice for when the fraternity brothers want to get more involved.”

Sophie’s sobs grew louder, her shoulders shaking as she gripped the dildos with all her strength, her lips stretched painfully around the one in her mouth. Saliva dripped freely from her chin onto the bench below, pooling on the leather surface.

Megan checked her watch, her voice calm and authoritative. “Your hour starts now, Sophie,” she announced. “And remember, if you falter even for a second, you’ll regret it. The rest of us will be here to keep you accountable—and entertained.”

The sisters burst into applause and laughter, some pulling out their phones to snap pictures or record videos, while others settled in to enjoy the show. Sophie’s entire body trembled as she fought to maintain her humiliating position, her tears falling faster as her grip tightened around the dildos in her hands.

The dildo in her mouth was slick with saliva, and her jaw ached as she struggled to keep it in place. Her hands, still clutching the two additional dildos Megan had given her, shook from the strain. Around her, the sisters’ jeers and mocking laughter filled the air, their relentless taunts stoking her humiliation.

But then it happened—inevitably. Sophie gagged, her body shaking as the dildo slipped from her lips and fell to the floor with a dull thud. For a brief moment, the room was silent, before the sisters burst into uproarious laughter, their voices echoing off the walls.

Megan stepped forward, her heels clicking sharply against the floor. She bent down, picking up the fallen dildo with deliberate slowness, her expression one of cold disappointment. “Well, well, well,” Megan said, her voice sharp and cutting. “I warned you what would happen if you couldn’t hold it, didn’t I, Sophie?”

Sophie whimpered, her body trembling as fresh tears spilled down her cheeks. “I… I’m sorry, Megan, please—”

“Sorry isn’t good enough,” Megan interrupted, her tone icy. She gestured toward the two dildos still clutched in Sophie’s trembling hands. “Clearly, holding these has been too much for you. I suppose you need both hands free to make sure this one stays exactly where it belongs.”

Sophie sobbed but obeyed as Megan plucked the two dildos from her hands, setting them aside on the bench. Then, grabbing the fallen dildo, Megan tilted Sophie’s head up by her hair and reinserted it firmly into her mouth.

“There we go,” Megan said mockingly, leaning in close to Sophie’s tear-streaked face. “Now, use your hands to hold it in place. Wrap them tightly around the base—I don’t want to see it drop again. If you fail one more time, Sophie, you’ll regret it.”

Sophie’s face burned as she obeyed, wrapping her hands around the base of the dildo and gripping it tightly to keep it steady in her mouth. Saliva dripped freely from her chin, pooling on the leather beneath her, her humiliation growing deeper by the second.

But Megan wasn’t finished. She turned to the room, grabbing the two dildos from the bench with a wicked smile. “Now,” she said, holding the dildos up for the sisters to see, “I think it’s time these found better uses.”

The sisters erupted into fresh laughter, their eyes gleaming with anticipation. Sophie’s muffled protests escaped her throat, but they were barely audible around the dildo in her mouth.

“Stay still, Sophie,” Megan said coldly. “You’ve earned this.”

Sophie’s eyes widened, her muffled protests barely audible as Megan circled behind her. The sisters leaned forward eagerly, their laughter growing louder as Megan crouched down behind Sophie’s exposed, trembling body.

“First,” Megan said, positioning one of the dildos, “let’s make sure you’re reminded of your place.”

——

Sophie's body was rigid with apprehension, her breaths shallow and rapid as Megan loomed over her, the large veiny dildo clutched tightly in her hand. The sisters watched in silence, their eyes gleaming with a mix of curiosity and cruel anticipation.

"Pwease…" Sophie's voice was barely a whisper, the word muffled by the dildo still held captive between her lips. But there was no mercy to be found in Megan's steely gaze.

With one hand, Megan spread Sophie's labia, exposing her fully to the room. The cool air kissed her wetness, a stark contrast to the scorching heat of her flushed cheeks. Sophie's eyes darted around the room, desperate for an escape that wouldn't come.

The blunt head of the dildo pressed against Sophie's delicate folds. Megan applied pressure, the thick shaft beginning its relentless invasion of Sophie's most intimate place.

"No," Sophie's muffled cry was lost in the dildo gag as the first inch breached her entrance, stretching her painfully. Her body tensed, instinctively resisting the intrusion, but Megan was merciless, pushing forward with slow, deliberate force.

Each vein and ridge of the dildo scraped against Sophie's sensitive walls, igniting a fiery trail of discomfort that radiated throughout her core. Her hips bucked, but there was nowhere to go, no way to escape the relentless thrusting that seemed to go on forever.

"Look at how she squirms," one sister remarked, her voice laced with dark amusement. "She's so tight. It's like she's never been properly fucked before."

The crude words stung Sophie's ears, adding to her humiliation. Her face was a mask of tears and shame as she felt the dildo delve deeper, her pussy clinging to the invading shaft despite the pain.

Megan's hand moved with practiced precision, the dildo sinking inch by agonizing inch into Sophie's depths. The stretching sensation bordered on the brink of pain, each thrust a harsh reminder of her vulnerability and the power dynamic that held her captive.

"Pwease, it's too big!" Sophie's pleas were incoherent, the dildo in her mouth turning her words into a garbled mess. But Megan was unmoved, her eyes fixed on the task at hand, determined to fill Sophie to the hilt.

With a final, forceful push, the dildo's entire length was buried inside her, the balls pressed firmly against her lips, a lewd testament to her complete and utter submission. Sophie's body shuddered, her inner walls spasming around the thick intruder, her mind reeling from the overwhelming sensation of being so completely filled.

The sisters erupted into applause, their laughter a cruel symphony that filled the room. Sophie lay there, impaled and exposed, her body a vessel for their entertainment, her cries of pain and shame a sweet melody to their ears.

“Oh, look at that,” one sister teased, her voice dripping with mock sympathy. “It’s such a perfect fit.”

The sisters erupted into fresh laughter, some clapping and cheering as Megan gave the dildo a small tap, ensuring it stayed firmly in place.

“But we’re not done,” Megan said, grabbing the second dildo and moving to Sophie’s backside. “There’s still one more spot that needs attention.” She stood behind Sophie, her eyes cold and calculating as she surveyed the humiliated pledge sprawled across the bench. The sisters crowded around, their laughter and whispers growing louder as Megan held up the second dildo, twirling it slightly in her hand for dramatic effect. Sophie sobbed softly, her hands gripping the dildo in her mouth, her body trembling with humiliation.

“I think it’s time we make this lesson a little more memorable,” Megan said, her voice sharp and commanding. She reached into the nearby box and pulled out a small bottle of lubricant, holding it up for the room to see. The sisters erupted into fresh laughter, their taunts echoing around the room.

“Oh, this is going to be good,” one sister said, smirking. “Sophie’s about to really learn to try harder.”

Megan crouched behind Sophie, her movements slow and deliberate as she applied a generous amount of lube to her hole and the second dildo. The slick sound of the lubricant being spread across the lifelike shaft made Sophie tense visibly, her muffled sobs growing louder around the dildo in her mouth.

“Relax, Sophie,” Megan said mockingly, her tone dripping with false sweetness. “You’re only making this harder on yourself.”

The sisters leaned forward, their eyes locked on Sophie's vulnerable backside as Megan's fingers spread her cheeks, revealing the tight pucker of her anus.

Sophie's body was rigid, her breaths shallow and ragged around the dildo gag as she braced herself for what was to come. The blunt head of the dildo hovered menacingly, its bulbous tip threatening to invade the one place she desperately wished to protect.

"Noo, pwease," Sophie's muffled pleas were ignored as Megan applied a small amount of pressure, the dildo's tip pressing firmly against her virgin hole. Sophie's anal ring resisted fiercely, the muscles clamping shut in a last-ditch effort to keep the intruder at bay.

The sisters watched in silence, their laughter and whispers fading as they focused on the battle between Sophie's stubborn anal ring and the relentless pressure of the dildo. The tension was palpable, the room hanging on the precipice of what was to come.

Megan's hand was steady, her gaze fixed on the point of contact where Sophie's body fought to deny entry. "Relax, Sophie," Megan coaxed, her voice a mockery of kindness. "This will be much easier for you if you just let it happen."

Sophie's whimpers grew louder, her body shaking with the effort to remain still. But her anal ring was steadfast, its resistance a clear sign of her reluctance and shame. The sisters murmured among themselves, their eyes wide with morbid fascination as the standoff continued.

“Pretend you’re trying to poop,” said one of the sisters helpfully.

Sophie did so, then, in a sudden, shocking moment, Sophie's anal ring yielded, opening up all at once. The first inch of the thick dildo's bulbous tip slipped past the tight ring of muscle with an obscene squelch, as if Sophie's body was reluctantly welcoming the invasion. The sisters gasped in awe, their whispers growing louder as they witnessed the humiliating surrender.

Sophie's eyes went wide, her face flushing a deep shade of crimson as she felt her body involuntarily suck the dildo's tip deeper inside. Her muffled cries filled the room, her humiliation complete as her body betrayed her, swallowing the intruding shaft against her will.

Megan smiled triumphantly, her hand moving with new purpose as she pushed the dildo deeper into Sophie's backside. The sisters erupted into applause, their laughter and cheers a cacophony of sound that mingled with Sophie's cries of distress.

"Oh, look at that," one sister teased, her voice dripping with mock sympathy. "It's like her ass was made for this."

The dildo slid deeper, each inch stretching Sophie's tight hole wider, her body accepting the intrusion with a mix of pain and involuntary pleasure. The sensation of being filled beyond capacity was overwhelming, her mind reeling from the relentless invasion.

Midway in, the dildo had stretched Sophie's anus to its limits, the thick shaft distending her delicate opening grotesquely. The skin around her hole was taut, the pink pucker now a gaping maw that clung to the invading dildo as if desperate to accommodate its girth.

The sight was obscene, the visual evidence of her forced submission causing fresh laughter and jeers among the sisters. Sophie's anus, once a small, innocuous part of her body, was now the center of attention—a testament to the depths of her humiliation and the relentless control exerted over her by Megan and the others.

Megan finally stopped, the dildo buried to the hilt in Sophie's ass, the balls pressed firmly against her cheeks. Sophie lay there, her body aching, her mind a whirl of shame and disbelief at the depth of her own surrender.

The sisters' laughter echoed around the room as they reveled in the spectacle of Sophie's punishment. Sophie remained, her body impaled on the two dildos, her spirit broken under the weight of their collective gaze. Her lesson was clear, and her body was the canvas on which it was written.

“Look at her face!” one sister said, doubling over with laughter. “She looks so shocked!”

“Wide-eyed and learning,” another teased. “Exactly how a pledge should look.”

Megan pressed both dildos deeper, ensuring they both were all the way in. Sophie’s entire body trembled, her muffled sobs now punctuated by shuddering breaths as she clenched her eyes shut in sheer humiliation.

“There,” Megan said, stepping back to admire her work. “Perfect. Now you’re exactly where you belong, Sophie. A real example of what happens when someone doesn’t measure up.”

The sisters clapped and cheered, some leaning closer to inspect the humiliating scene. Sophie’s face burned as the full weight of her shame pressed down on her, the intrusive sensation of the three dildos at a constant reminder of her failure.

“Hold your position, Sophie,” Megan commanded, her voice sharp. “Your hour starts now, and let me remind you—if you let any of them fall, I’ll make sure the next step is even worse.”

Megan stepped back, her cold eyes surveying Sophie, who remained trembling and humiliated over the bench. Her face was a mess of tears and smeared makeup, her wide eyes still glistening from the humiliating insertion she had just endured. The sisters’ laughter and jeers echoed around the room, but Megan’s focus shifted to the remaining pledges, who stood nearby clutching their own dildos with trembling hands.

——

“And as for the rest of you,” Megan said, turning toward them with a smirk. The pledges froze, their faces pale and panicked as Megan’s sharp gaze swept over them. “Did you think you were just going to stand there and watch? Oh, no. Sophie’s failure reflects on all of you. This is pledge week, and collective punishment is the name of the game.”

The pledges exchanged nervous glances, their fingers tightening around the bases of their dildos. Emma shifted uncomfortably, her lips quivering as she tried to avoid Megan’s gaze.

Megan gestured to a spot directly in front of Sophie. “Move. Right there. Where she can see you clearly.”

The pledges hesitated for a moment, but Megan’s raised eyebrow left no room for argument. One by one, they shuffled forward, positioning themselves where Sophie, still bent over the bench, had a clear and humiliating view of them.

“Now,” Megan said, her voice cold and authoritative, “place your dildos on the ground in front of you. Spread them out evenly so Sophie gets a nice, clear look.”

The sisters erupted into fresh laughter as the pledges reluctantly crouched down, placing their dildos upright on the floor in a row. The sight of the lifelike objects standing at attention on the carpet made the pledges’ faces flush even deeper with embarrassment.

“You’re going to spend the entire time Sophie is in timeout doing exactly what she couldn’t manage properly,” Megan continued, her smirk widening. “You’ll go down on those dildos—balls deep—the entire time. And I mean the entire time.”

The pledges gasped softly, their eyes darting nervously between each other. Megan folded her arms, her tone growing sharper. “If I see any of you slacking, hesitating, or not giving it your full effort, I’ll make sure you’re joining Sophie on the bench next.”

The pledges swallowed hard, their faces burning as they knelt down in front of their dildos. Megan took a step back, gesturing at Sophie, who was watching through tear-filled eyes. “Sophie should have a good view of all of you. Make sure she sees what proper effort looks like.”

Slowly, reluctantly, the pledges leaned forward, their lips parting as they took the dildos into their mouths. The sisters erupted into another round of laughter and applause as the pledges began bobbing their heads, their cheeks flushing redder with each movement.

“Deeper,” Megan barked, pacing in front of them. “I don’t want to see half-hearted effort. This is about commitment. Sophie failed, but you’ll show her how it’s done.”

The pledges’ eyes watered as they struggled to comply, their throats convulsing with effort as they tried to push the dildos deeper. Saliva dripped from their chins, pooling on the floor as they bobbed up and down in perfect view of Sophie, who sobbed quietly, her humiliation compounded by the sight of her fellow pledges suffering alongside her.

From her position on the bench, Sophie could see every detail: the way their lips stretched around the dildos, the way their eyes watered and their makeup streaked, the way their bodies trembled with effort. It was a constant, mortifying reminder of her failure.

“Good,” Megan said, her voice cold and commanding. “Keep it up. You’ve got the entire hour to perfect your technique. And Sophie?” Megan turned to the humiliated girl on the bench. “Make sure you’re paying attention. This is what happens when you let the entire pledge class down.”

The sisters laughed and cheered as the pledges continued their humiliating task.

Megan’s sharp voice cut through the pledges’ muffled sobs and gagging. She turned her attention back to Sophie, who remained trembling over the bench, clutching the dildo in her hands while the two deeply inserted dildos in her pussy and ass shifted slightly with each sobbing breath she took.

“Well, Sophie,” Megan said coldly, her smirk widening as she surveyed the humiliating scene. “Did you think you were exempt from participating just because you’re already in timeout? Think again.”

Sophie’s eyes widened in terror as Megan strode toward her, the sisters laughing uproariously at the fresh wave of humiliation about to unfold. Sophie tried to shake her head, her muffled cries around the dildo growing louder, but Megan raised a hand, silencing her protests.

“Keep the dildo in your hands,” Megan ordered, her tone sharp. “And start thrusting it in and out. Balls deep, over and over, just like the others are doing. You’re not getting a free pass, Sophie—not after failing so spectacularly. I want to see full effort, or I’ll extend your timeout even longer.”

The sisters clapped and jeered, their mocking laughter echoing through the room. “This is going to be so good,” one of them said, leaning in closer. “Make her put on a real show!”

Sophie whimpered, her body trembling as she gripped the dildo in her hands more tightly. Slowly, she began moving it in and out of her mouth, her lips stretching painfully as the dildo slid deeper with each thrust. Saliva dripped freely from her chin, pooling on the leather bench below as she obeyed Megan’s humiliating command.

“Deeper, Sophie,” Megan barked, pacing behind her. “I don’t want to see half-effort. Thrust it all the way down until the balls hit your lips, just like I told the others.”

Sophie gagged as the dildo went deeper, her throat spasming around it as fresh tears streamed down her face. The sisters howled with laughter, clapping and cheering as they watched Sophie’s humiliating struggle. The two dildos lodged in her pussy and ass jiggled with every movement, adding an extra layer of embarrassment as the room buzzed with mocking commentary.

“Look at those things bounce!” one sister teased, pointing to the dildos shifting with each thrust Sophie made. “She’s practically putting on a show for us.”

“She’s really earning her place in this sorority,” another added with a smirk. “Maybe we should bring the fraternity brothers in to watch!”

Sophie sobbed harder, her entire body shaking as she continued to thrust the dildo in and out of her mouth. Each time it went balls deep, her throat convulsed, and she gagged loudly, sending more saliva cascading onto the bench. The dildos in her most humiliating places wobbled and shifted, a constant reminder of her shame.

“Faster, Sophie,” Megan commanded, checking her watch as if bored. “You’re barely putting in any effort. If you don’t start taking this seriously, we’ll add even more time to your punishment—and maybe even more accessories.”

The pledges, still kneeling in front of their own dildos, continued their humiliating task while sneaking occasional glances at Sophie. The sight of her struggling, her face soaked with tears and saliva, only heightened their own embarrassment as they bobbed up and down on their knees.

From her position, Sophie could see them clearly: their lips stretched painfully wide, their eyes watering, their chins dripping with spit. It was a humiliating reflection of her own situation, made worse by the relentless comments from the sisters.

“Keep going, Sophie,” Megan said, her voice cutting through the noise. “You’ve still got plenty of time left. And remember—if you stop, even for a moment, I’ll personally make sure you regret it.”

The room was filled with the sounds of gagging, sobbing, and laughter as the pledges and Sophie continued their humiliating tasks.

Despite her effort, Sophie’s movements were slow and unsteady, her sobs muffling her attempts to thrust the dildo as Megan had commanded. A nearby sister, Claire, noticed Sophie’s lack of enthusiasm and smirked. With a cruel glint in her eye, she grabbed a small set of weighted and belled nipple clamps from the same box that had held the dildos.

“Megan,” Claire said loudly, holding up the clamps with a sly smile, “I think Sophie needs a little encouragement. She doesn’t seem very motivated.”

Megan glanced at Sophie, her lips curling into a smirk as she gestured for Claire to proceed. “You’re absolutely right. Sophie, you’ve been dragging your feet—or should I say, your jaw. Let’s make sure you stay focused.”

Sophie’s wide, tear-filled eyes darted to Claire, her muffled protests barely audible around the dildo in her mouth. But Claire wasn’t interested in sympathy. She strode up to Sophie’s trembling form and crouched down, gripping Sophie’s shoulder firmly to stop her from moving.

“Stay still,” Claire said sharply, her voice dripping with authority. “This is for your own good.”

Sophie whimpered as Claire grabbed one of her exposed nipples, tugging it slightly before attaching the first clamp. The sharp pinch made Sophie jerk forward slightly, a muffled cry escaping her lips. The sisters burst into laughter, their mocking voices echoing through the room.

“Oh, look at her face!” one of them jeered. “I think she’s finally waking up!”

Claire grabbed Sophie’s other nipple and repeated the process, ensuring both clamps were securely in place. The chain connecting the clamps with its attached weight and twin bells dangled in front of Sophie’s chest, swaying and ringing with her every movement. Sophie’s sobs grew louder, her humiliation deepened by the sharp sting and the sisters’ relentless laughter.

“There,” Claire said, standing back and admiring her work. “Now, Sophie, I expect you to show some real enthusiasm. Every time you move, you’ll feel it, and we’ll all hear it. and maybe that’ll remind you to put in some effort.”

Megan nodded approvingly, her smirk widening. “You heard her, Sophie. No more half-hearted thrusts. If I don’t see some real commitment from you, I’ll find even more ways to motivate you. And trust me, you don’t want that.”

As Sophie resumed her humiliating task, the added weight of the twin bells dangling from the nipple clamp chain became impossible to ignore. The chain itself, a delicate but sturdy length of metal, swayed and tugged with every trembling movement of her body. At the end of each side hung a small silver bell, its design dainty and mocking in contrast to the sharp sting of the clamps biting into her tender skin.

Every thrust Sophie made with the dildo in her mouth caused the chain to jingle softly, the bells chiming in time with her movements. The sound was light and almost cheerful, yet it added a cruel layer to her humiliation. The sisters howled with laughter as they caught the rhythm of the bells, some clapping in time with the tinkling noise.

“Listen to her,” one sister jeered, leaning forward with a smirk. “She’s got her own little soundtrack now!”

The bells swayed with Sophie’s every motion, the chain jerking slightly each time she thrust the dildo into her mouth. Their weight wasn’t overwhelming, but it was enough to keep her constantly aware of them. With each gagging thrust, the chain swung forward, pulling at the clamps and sending sharp jolts of pain through her chest. The bells chimed louder when the chain snapped taut, their high-pitched ring mingling with Sophie’s muffled sobs and the sisters’ mocking laughter.

Megan, standing nearby with her arms crossed, smirked as she watched the scene unfold. The chiming bells seemed to delight her as much as Sophie’s tear-streaked face and trembling body. “That sound is almost cute,” Megan said mockingly, tilting her head as if listening closely. “A perfect little reminder of how hard you’re working, Sophie.”

The sisters burst into fresh laughter, some clapping their hands while others leaned closer to better watch the chain bounce and sway. “I think she’s got a real rhythm going,” one sister teased, grinning. “Someone should keep count!”

Sophie’s face burned with humiliation, her cheeks flushed as more tears streamed down her face. The chain swayed again as the dildo in her mouth reached its deepest point, the bells jangling lightly before they settled into another pattern of movement. The sound was relentless, a constant accompaniment to her shame, echoing in the room and ensuring that every ear was attuned to her struggle.

Each time Sophie tried to adjust her position or take a moment to breathe, the chain shifted, the bells clinking together with a soft but insistent chime. The motion pulled cruelly at her clamped nipples, sending fresh jolts of pain through her chest. She whimpered around the dildo, her body shaking as the twin bells swung back into rhythm, creating a humiliating melody she couldn’t escape.

“Keep it up, Sophie,” Megan commanded, her voice sharp. “I want to hear those bells ringing the entire time. If they stop, I’ll assume you’re slacking—and I’ll make sure you regret it.”

As Sophie's throat worked on her deep throating, the sisters watched in fascination as the dildos in her pussy and ass began to slide out of their own accord. The sight of the veiny shafts slowly emerging from her stretched holes was both lewd and captivating.

Megan tsked disapprovingly, her eyes narrowing at the sight of the dildos slipping free. "Oh no, Sophie," she chided, her voice laced with dark amusement. "We can't have that, can we?"

Without warning, Megan delivered a stinging slap to Sophie's upturned bum. The sharp crack of flesh on flesh echoed through the room, followed by Sophie's muffled cry of surprise and pain. The impact caused Sophie's body to jerk, her muscles clenching around the dildos, halting their retreat.

Before Sophie could recover, Megan’s hands gripped the bases of the dildos that threatened to slip out. With one swift, forceful motion, she pushed them both back in, the thick shafts disappearing into Sophie's depths once more.

The sisters gasped as Sophie's body was filled to the brim, the dildos embedded balls deep in her pussy and ass. Sophie's muffled screams were muffled by the dildo in her mouth, her body bucking against the bench as she was overwhelmed by the relentless invasion.

"You naughty little pledge," Megan scolded, her voice a mix of amusement and dominance. "Did you really think you could push these out?"

"These dildos are staying balls deep," Megan declared, her voice ringing out with authority. "You're going to keep them right where they are, Sophie. Every single inch buried inside you. Understood?"

Sophie's muffled response was lost around the dildo in her mouth, but the desperate nod of her head conveyed her compliance. The sisters looked on, their eyes wide with a mix of awe and envy as Megan asserted her dominance over the hapless pledge.

The sisters laughed louder, some mimicking the jingling sound as Sophie struggled to keep going. The bells continued to chime, their light, cheerful tone standing in sharp contrast to the dark, suffocating humiliation that pressed down on Sophie like a weight she couldn’t escape.

Megan smirked, her sharp eyes flicking between the kneeling pledges and Sophie’s humiliating struggle. “You know,” she said, her voice loud enough to cut through the room’s noise, “an hour of this should kill that gag reflex for good.”

The sisters erupted into fresh laughter, clapping and cheering as they took in the scene. One sister leaned forward, grinning wickedly. “At this rate, they’ll be pros by the time we’re done with them!”

“Exactly,” Megan said, her tone dripping with mock approval. “You’re all getting the kind of training you won’t find anywhere else. Think of this as character building—and a much-needed improvement in your… skills.”

The pledges flushed even deeper at her words, their gagging intensifying as they pushed themselves harder, desperate to avoid Megan’s ire. Emma, on the far left, gagged loudly as she tried to take the dildo deeper, her throat convulsing as fresh tears streamed down her face. The muffled sound made Megan turn her attention toward her with a sly grin.

“See, Emma’s getting the hang of it,” Megan said, her voice laced with sarcasm. “She’s putting in the effort. And by the end of this hour, she might actually be useful.”

The sisters howled with laughter, some clapping and pointing as Emma’s face burned even redder. She bobbed her head faster, saliva dripping freely onto the carpet as she struggled to meet Megan’s expectations.

Meanwhile, Sophie let out a muffled whimper, her hands gripping the dildo in her mouth tightly as she gagged repeatedly. The jingling bells on her nipple clamps created an almost mocking soundtrack to her humiliation, their soft chimes growing louder with every tremble of her body. Megan turned toward her, her smirk widening.

“And Sophie,” Megan said, her voice cutting through the room, “you should be thankful for this. By the time you’re done, you’ll be so well-trained that you won’t even flinch next time you’re expected to deep throat something. Consider it a… life skill.”

The sisters burst into fresh peals of laughter, their mockery echoing off the walls as Sophie’s tears fell harder. The relentless gagging, jingling, and bobbing continued as Megan paced the room, her smirk firmly in place.

“Keep it up, ladies,” she commanded, her voice sharp. “You’ve still got a long way to go. And remember—this isn’t just about killing that gag reflex. It’s about proving that you belong here. So don’t even think about slowing down.”

——

By the end of the hour, the room had settled into a strange, rhythmic quiet. The sisters, who had spent most of the session laughing and jeering, now watched in impressed silence, leaning back in their seats as they observed the transformation of their pledges. What had started as a cacophony of gagging, choking, and sobbing was now a steady symphony of wet, deep-throated gurgles and the soft, melodic chiming of the bells swaying from Sophie’s nipple clamps.

Megan stood in the center of the room, arms crossed, her cold gaze sweeping over the kneeling pledges. Their tear-streaked faces were flushed but focused, their lips stretched wide around their dildos as they bobbed smoothly and consistently. Saliva no longer dripped erratically onto the floor; instead, their movements were controlled, practiced, and precise. Each girl had mastered the art of taking their dildo balls deep without hesitation, their throats opening effortlessly to accommodate the intrusion.

The only sound accompanying the gurgles was the faint jingling of the twin bells on Sophie’s chain. Each thrust she made with the dildo in her mouth caused the chain to sway, the small weights pulling at her nipples with a soft, steady chime. The sound had become a cruel metronome, marking the passage of time and Sophie’s continued humiliation.

“Well,” Megan said finally, breaking the relative silence with a satisfied smirk, “it seems like you’ve all finally learned something tonight. Not a single gag. Not a single flinch. Just perfectly consistent effort.” She tilted her head, watching as Emma took her dildo balls deep again, her throat emitting a low gurgle as her lips pressed firmly against the base. “See? That’s what I like to see. Commitment.”

The sisters clapped mockingly, some raising their glasses in mock toasts to the pledges. One sister, leaning forward, grinned as she watched Sophie. “And listen to those bells,” she said with a laugh. “It’s like she’s playing a little song for us.”

Megan chuckled, turning to Sophie. The girl’s face was a mess of tears and smeared makeup, but her movements were as steady as the others now. Her hands gripped the dildo in her mouth tightly, thrusting it balls deep with every motion, her throat gurgling wetly. The two dildos still lodged in her pussy and ass shifted slightly with each movement, their presence a constant, humiliating reminder of her failure. Megan pushed them both deeper.

“I told you, Sophie,” Megan said mockingly, crossing her arms. “An hour of this would kill that gag reflex for good. And look—you’re not gagging at all now, are you?”

Sophie’s wide, tear-filled eyes flicked up to Megan, her muffled whimper barely audible around the dildo. The bells on her chain chimed softly as her body trembled, but her thrusts never faltered.

Megan smirked and turned back to address the room. “Ladies, let this be a lesson to you all,” she said, her voice firm. “When I demand effort, I expect results. And tonight, you’ve proven that you can rise to the challenge. Let’s hope this level of dedication continues—or next time, we’ll go even harder.”

The sisters clapped and cheered, their laughter echoing as the pledges continued their task. The room was filled with the steady rhythm of wet gurgles and chiming bells, a haunting soundtrack to the pledges’ transformation into obedient, humiliated perfection.

Megan checked her watch, her smirk widening as she raised her hand to signal the end of the hour. “Time’s up, ladies,” she announced sharply, her voice cutting through the wet gurgling sounds of the room.

The pledges froze, their lips still stretched around their dildos, their bodies trembling with exhaustion. Saliva dripped down their chins as they pulled back slowly, their jaws aching but their movements now practiced and controlled. The room fell silent, save for the faint chime of the bells dangling from Sophie’s nipple clamps as she sagged against the bench, her face streaked with tears and humiliation.

Megan strode purposefully toward Sophie, her heels clicking on the floor. Standing behind her, she grasped the base of the dildo lodged in Sophie’s pussy. “Let’s get this over with,” she said coldly, giving it a firm tug.

The dildo slid out with a loud, wet plop, causing Sophie to gasp around the dildo still in her mouth. The sisters burst into laughter, some clapping as the noise echoed in the otherwise quiet room.

“That’s one,” Megan said with a smirk. She moved to the second dildo, still firmly seated in Sophie’s ass. “And here’s number two.” With the same deliberate motion, she pulled the dildo free. The lewd sound of it sliding out made Sophie’s cheeks flush even redder as her sobs grew louder. Another round of mocking applause erupted from the sisters.

As the last dildo was withdrawn from her ass, Sophie lay there, her body feeling strangely empty, the cool air of the room a stark contrast to the heat of her flushed skin. The sisters gathered around, their eyes fixed on the sight before them—Sophie's well-used holes, gaping and exposed.

Her pussy was swollen and red, the delicate folds parted and glistening with a mix of her juices and the lingering wetness from the dildos. The once tight entrance now gaped open, a testament to the relentless stretching it had endured. The sisters could see the evidence of her arousal mixed with the remnants of her shame, a lewd tableau that spoke volumes of her body's betrayal.

Sophie's asshole told a similar story. The once puckered hole was now relaxed and open, the sensitive skin around it reddened from the friction of the dildo's base. It twitched and contracted involuntarily, still adjusting to the sudden emptiness, a small bead of lubricant trickling out and sliding down her thigh.

"Look at the mess you've made, Sophie," Megan said, her voice a mix of scorn and satisfaction. "Your holes are ruined, stretched out and used, twitching. You're nothing more than a filthy little pledge who craves being filled, aren't you?"

Sophie's face flushed with humiliation, her eyes downcast as she felt the cool air against her most intimate parts. The sisters' gazes were like a physical touch, their mocking laughter a soundtrack to her shame.

“Stand up, Sophie,” Megan commanded, her voice sharp. “And take that thing out of your mouth.”

Sophie obeyed shakily, pulling the dildo from her mouth with trembling hands. She stood on unsteady legs, her body trembling as the chain on her nipple clamps jingled softly with her movements.

Megan reached forward and unclipped the clamps with deliberate slowness, smirking as Sophie winced and let out a small, pained whimper. The angry red marks left behind were stark against Sophie’s pale, tear-streaked skin. “Get dressed,” Megan said coldly, stepping back and gesturing to Sophie’s discarded clothes. “Now.”

Sophie scrambled to comply, her hands fumbling as she pulled on her clothes. Her movements were stiff and clumsy, the shame and discomfort evident in every action. The sisters watched with smirks and chuckles, some leaning in to whisper to each other as Sophie hastily covered herself.

Once Sophie was dressed, Megan turned to the other pledges, who remained kneeling in a line, their faces flushed and their dildos still clutched in their hands. “Line up,” Megan commanded, her voice sharp. “All of you.”

The pledges scrambled to their feet, forming a shaky line in front of Megan. Their faces were streaked with tears, saliva, and mascara, their chins glistening as they clutched their dildos tightly.

Megan paced slowly in front of them, her heels clicking on the floor as she addressed the group. “You’ve all been through a… memorable lesson tonight,” she said, her smirk widening. “And I’m pleased to say, by the end, you all managed to meet my expectations.”

The sisters laughed, some nodding in agreement as Megan continued. “But your training doesn’t end here. Oh no. These,” she gestured to the dildos in their hands, “are now yours. Consider them a gift. For practice… or pleasure.”

The pledges’ faces turned an even deeper shade of red as the sisters burst into laughter, clapping and cheering at Megan’s words.

“Take them with you,” Megan said, her tone icy. “And make sure you put them to good use.”

The pledges nodded silently, their humiliation palpable as they clutched the dildos tightly. Megan’s smirk lingered as she dismissed them with a wave of her hand. “You’re dismissed. And don’t forget—perfection is the only acceptable standard.”

As the pledges hurried out of the room, their faces burning with shame, the sisters’ laughter echoed behind them, a cruel reminder of the night they would never forget.

“Don’t forget to practice before the next punishment,” one sister called out, her grin wicked. “We wouldn’t want anyone falling behind!”

The pledges’ faces burned red as they avoided eye contact, their shame palpable. Sophie trailed behind the group, her head bowed low, her trembling hands clutching the dildo she’d just endured an hour of humiliation with. Her cheeks burned as the sisters’ mocking voices echoed in her ears.

One of the sisters, lounging comfortably on a couch, called out with a sly grin, her voice dripping with mockery. “Bet there won’t be a dry pussy tonight! You’ll all be putting those to good use, won’t you?”

“Yes, girls, and that’s an order,” added Megan. “You’ll need those tight little twats stretched for what’s coming, just like Sophie’s was, trust me. Oh, and Sophie, you’re excused given the, ah… state… of your pussy.”

The room erupted into uproarious laughter, and a few sisters clapped as the pledges practically ran out of the room, their faces glowing with embarrassment. Megan stood at the center of the room, arms crossed, her smirk one of complete satisfaction.

The sisters laughed and clinked their glasses, their voices fading as the pledges disappeared down the hallway, their mortification etched deeply into their memories.

——

The pledges shuffled into their shared dorm room, each of them clutching their new dildos as if they were weights dragging them down. The toys were comically oversized, realistic down to every detail, and their sheer size had been the source of much of their earlier humiliation during Megan’s relentless training. Now, as Megan’s strict directive rang in their ears—This isn’t optional—the task ahead felt even more daunting.

The silence was thick as the girls moved through their bedtime routines. Emma glanced at the massive toy in her hand, her face flushing bright red. She couldn’t help but wonder how they were all supposed to manage this.

“I’ll… go wash up,” Emma mumbled, avoiding the others’ gazes as she darted into the bathroom.

The others followed suit, each taking turns brushing their teeth, washing their faces, and trying not to think about what awaited them. No one spoke more than a whisper, their shared tension filling the room like a physical weight.

Returning to the dorm, they reluctantly changed into their pledge nighties—short, silky slips that barely covered their thighs. The rules forbade them from wearing panties to bed, and tonight, the lack of coverage felt more exposing than ever.

Jessica fidgeted awkwardly as she smoothed the hem of her nightie. “I don’t know if I can do this,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “Not with these… things.”

“We don’t have a choice,” Ava replied flatly, though her own voice betrayed her discomfort. She glanced at her dildo, its length and girth intimidating even in the dim light. “Megan made that very clear.”

The girls exchanged uncomfortable glances before retreating to their beds, each one climbing under her covers as if they could shield themselves from the shame. Emma hesitated as she lay back against her pillow, the dildo heavy in her hands. She stared at it for a moment, her cheeks burning as she imagined how impossible it would feel.

Lily broke the silence first, her voice shaking. “We should… start. We have to, or Megan will know.”

Jessica groaned softly, covering her face with her hands. “This is the most humiliating thing I’ve ever done.”

“No, this will be,” Ava replied bitterly, gripping her dildo tightly before slipping under her covers completely. “Let’s just… get it over with.”

One by one, the girls hesitantly began. The room was filled with the rustling of sheets and hitched breaths as each pledge faced the task in silence. Emma took a deep breath, clutching the base of the dildo as she positioned it between her legs. The sheer size of it made her hesitate, her body tensing as she pressed the tip against her entrance.

She whimpered softly as it stretched her, the thick girth pushing her tight walls apart as she worked to ease it in. The overwhelming sensation made her gasp, her hands trembling as she tried to adjust. Across the room, similar sounds of discomfort and effort filled the air as the other pledges experienced the same.

Jessica let out a muffled cry, burying her face in her pillow as she struggled to take the massive toy. “It’s too big,” she whispered shakily, her voice barely audible. “It’s… it’s so much.”

“Just keep going,” Ava replied, her tone strained. She bit her lip as she forced the dildo deeper, her body stretching painfully around its girth. “We have to… finish.”

Emma’s breathing grew uneven as she moved the dildo further inside, her tight walls clenching against the intrusive size. Her face burned with shame as her body began to betray her, the sensations growing more intense despite the initial discomfort. She closed her eyes, her hands gripping the toy tightly as she forced herself to continue.

Sophie lay on her bed, the cool sheets a stark contrast to the heat that flushed her cheeks. The sounds of the other girls' struggles filled the room—a symphony of quiet whimpers, the slick slide of oversized dildos against reluctant flesh, and the occasional muffled cry. She clutched her own thighs together, feeling the phantom ache of her earlier punishment. It was both a relief and a curse to be excused from this particular trial.

The minutes dragged on, the room filled with soft gasps and muffled cries as the pledges worked toward their humiliating goal. Each thrust of the oversized dildos stretched them further, the pressure almost too much to bear.

Finally, one by one, the girls reached their breaking points. Jessica let out a shaky sob as her body trembled with completion, her face buried in her pillow to muffle the sound. Ava gasped softly, her breath hitching as she finished with a mixture of relief and humiliation. Lily whimpered as she reached her peak, her hands clutching the sheets tightly as she shuddered beneath her covers.

Emma was the last, her body trembling as the sensations overwhelmed her. She bit her lip to stifle a cry as the wave of pleasure overtook her, leaving her flushed and tear-streaked. The sheer humiliation of the moment was almost too much to bear.

When it was finally over, the room fell into a heavy silence. No one moved, and no one spoke, each girl too mortified to acknowledge what had just happened.

Ava let out a shaky laugh, breaking the silence. “Megan’s probably sitting somewhere, laughing her ass off,” she muttered bitterly. “She knows exactly what she’s doing to us.”

Emma nodded silently, unable to find her voice as she stared up at the ceiling, her body still trembling. Lily rolled over, pulling her covers up to her chin. “Let’s just go to sleep,” she whispered. “Tomorrow’s another day.”

The others murmured their agreement, turning off their bedside lamps and plunging the room into darkness. But even as they closed their eyes, the shame of the night lingered, an oppressive weight that none of them could shake.

——

The pledges gathered in the small lounge of their dorm after breakfast, their faces still flushed from the humiliation of the evening. Though their dignity had taken a severe hit, there was a strange energy between them, an unspoken bond forged in shared humiliation—and the surprising realization that they had each mastered a skill they hadn’t expected to.

Emma leaned back against the couch, the dildo Megan had “gifted” her resting on the table in front of her. She toyed with it absentmindedly, her cheeks pink as she glanced around at the other girls. Jessica and Lily sat quietly, still shaken from earlier, while Sophie avoided meeting anyone’s eyes, her pussy still sore. Ava was the first to break the silence, leaning forward with a sly grin.

“You know…” Ava began, her voice low and conspiratorial, “we all know what Megan said about collective punishment. If one of us screws up again, we’ll be back at the frat house—and we all know what that means. But… you know… I kind of… want to now.”

The room went quiet for a moment as the pledges exchanged knowing looks. Lily’s eyes widened, and she shifted uncomfortably. “You’re not seriously suggesting…?”

“Why not?” Ava interrupted, shrugging. “I mean, we’ve learned now, haven’t we? We’d be ready. And…” Her grin widened, her voice dropping to a teasing tone, “some of those frat boys aren’t exactly hard to look at.”

Jessica covered her mouth, half-giggling, half-shocked. “Ava, that’s crazy. You’re talking about on purpose getting one of us spanked so that—”

“So that we all get to show off,” Ava finished. “Come on, admit it. Megan might have been brutal, but at least now we wouldn’t be fumbling like idiots. And besides…” She leaned back, her grin turning mischievous. “Some of you didn’t look like you hated it.”

Jessica turned bright red, but it was Emma who cleared her throat and spoke up, her voice soft but steady. “I… I don’t think it’s the worst idea,” she admitted, her cheeks coloring. “And, well…” She hesitated, looking down at her lap. “I kinda liked the idea of getting spanked by one of them. Especially if it’s over someone’s lap.”

The other pledges stared at her in surprise before Ava grinned wider. “Emma!” she teased. “You’ve got a little kink, don’t you?”

Emma covered her face with her hands, groaning in embarrassment, but after a moment she peeked out, her smile sheepish. “Maybe a little,” she admitted. “I mean, it’s not like I’d want to be punished for real, but… if one of those frat guys had to do it, and it was over his knee…” She trailed off, her cheeks bright pink.

“God, Emma,” Jessica said, half-laughing, half-mortified. “You’re actually volunteering?”

Emma shrugged, her smile growing bolder. “Why not? If one of us has to ‘misbehave,’ it might as well be me. And if it means we all end up at the frat house again… well, let’s just say I wouldn’t mind being the center of attention.”

Ava clapped her hands, delighted. “I love this. Emma, you’re a genius.” She turned to the others, her grin wicked. “Come on, this could be fun. A little payback for everything Megan put us through. And hey, maybe Sophie will finally get to redeem herself.”

Sophie glanced up at the mention of her name, her face flushing anew. “I—I don’t know…”

“Think about it,” Ava said, leaning forward. “Those guys watching, all of us putting on a show… it’d almost be like we’re in control this time.”

The group fell silent for a moment, the idea sinking in. Emma straightened, her confidence growing. “I’ll do it,” she said firmly. “I’ll ‘misbehave,’ take the spanking, whatever it takes. And when we’re all at the frat house again…” She glanced at the dildo still sitting on the table, a wry smile crossing her lips. “We’ll show them what we’re capable of.”

The room erupted into quiet giggles and nods of agreement, the tension between the pledges shifting into something almost conspiratorial. Emma leaned back, her heart pounding at the thought of being draped over the lap of one of the hunky fraternity brothers, her bottom bared for a punishment that she knew would have everyone watching.

“Well, then,” Ava said, raising an imaginary glass. “To Emma’s boldness—and to making pledge week a little more… memorable.”

——

As the pledges filed into the fraternity’s common room behind Megan, there was a distinct shift in their demeanor. Unlike the last time they’d been here, there were no trembling knees or downcast eyes. Instead, they walked with confidence, their heads high, exchanging subtle, knowing glances. Megan, leading the way, maintained her sharp, commanding air, though a small, concealed smile tugged at the corner of her lips.

The brothers, lounging around and sharing drinks, immediately perked up at the sight of the pledges. Their laughter and chatter quieted as Megan stepped forward, her heels clicking against the wooden floor.

“Gentlemen,” she began, her voice sharp and authoritative, “it seems one of our pledges, Emma, has decided to test my patience today. And as you all know, when one of them fails, there are lessons to be learned.”

Emma stepped forward confidently, her cheeks pink but her posture steady. “I take full responsibility,” she said, her voice loud enough to carry. “And I’m ready to accept my consequences.” Her tone was so assured that a few of the brothers raised their eyebrows, clearly intrigued.

Megan gestured toward the center of the room, where a sturdy wooden chair waited. “Strip, Emma,” Megan ordered, her tone firm, though her eyes glinted with concealed approval. “You’ll take your punishment naked over the lap of one of these fine gentlemen.”

Emma wasted no time. She pulled her shirt over her head, unhooked her bra, and let it fall to the floor. Her pants and panties followed, leaving her completely nude in front of the watching brothers. Rather than cover herself, she stood boldly, her chin slightly raised, her confidence radiating through the room.

The brothers exchanged impressed grins, their interest piqued as Megan gestured to a muscular brother seated near the center. “Ryan, you’ll administer the punishment.”

Ryan leaned forward with a smirk, patting his lap. “With pleasure,” he said, his tone teasing.

Emma strode forward and positioned herself gracefully over Ryan’s lap, her bare bottom raised and ready. Her boldness elicited cheers and whistles from the brothers, their enthusiasm filling the room.

Megan clapped her hands sharply, silencing the noise. “While Emma receives her punishment,” she said, turning to the rest of the pledges, “the rest of you will demonstrate the skills you’ve worked so hard to master. The brothers have been generous enough to assist, so you’ll repay them by showing them exactly how far you’ve come.”

The pledges stepped forward confidently, shedding their tops and bras without hesitation. Their boldness surprised even Megan, though she concealed her delight behind a strict, unyielding expression. Each pledge knelt in front of a brother, undid his pants and pulled him out with a grin, their movements smooth and deliberate as they positioned themselves with purpose.

“Begin,” Megan ordered, her voice cold and commanding.

The spanking started and the pledges leaned forward, their lips parting as they took the brothers into their mouths with practiced precision. There was no hesitation, no faltering—just smooth, controlled movements as they demonstrated their newly acquired skills. The brothers’ initial surprise quickly gave way to grins and laughter, their cheers filling the room as the pledges worked confidently.

“Impressive,” one brother said, leaning back with a smirk as Ava’s lips moved effortlessly. “You’ve really been putting in the effort, haven’t you?”

Ava pulled back briefly, wiping her lips with a sly grin. “You have no idea,” she replied before resuming, her rhythm flawless.

Meanwhile, Emma’s spanking was well underway. Ryan’s hand came down sharply, the sound of each smack echoing through the room. Emma flinched slightly but maintained her composure, her boldness shining through even as her bottom turned a bright pink.

“You’re taking this well,” Ryan said with a grin, his hand resting lightly on her waist between swats. “I’m impressed.”

Emma glanced over her shoulder, her voice steady despite her position. “I’m just doing what’s expected.”

The brothers erupted into cheers, clearly entertained by her composure. Megan, standing at the center of the room, folded her arms and nodded approvingly, though she kept her expression stern.

“Good,” Megan said sharply, addressing the pledges. “This is the standard I expect. No hesitation, no fear—just perfect execution. And don’t think I don’t notice who’s putting in the most effort.”

The room was alive with a mix of sharp smacks from Emma’s spanking and the wet, rhythmic sounds of the pledges demonstrating their newfound skills. Each girl knelt confidently in front of a fraternity brother, their lips parting as they took him in with a practiced grace that surprised even the most seasoned of the group.

Jessica was the first to earn a reaction. Her soft, steady rhythm left the brother she knelt before visibly impressed. “Damn,” he said with a low chuckle, running a hand through his hair. “You’ve got some serious control there, Jess. Didn’t think you’d take me all the way, but here you are.”

Jessica pulled back briefly, her lips glistening, and offered a sly smile before resuming, this time going even deeper, her lips pressed against his abdomen on top and his balls below. Her throat opened effortlessly, and her movements were smooth, deliberate, and precise.

“That’s what I like to see,” Megan said sharply from the center of the room. “No hesitation. Full commitment.”

Lily, on the far right, was bobbing her head confidently, her cheeks hollowing slightly with each deep thrust. The brother she was pleasing let out a low whistle, leaning back with a grin. “Where the hell did you learn that?” he asked, half-laughing. “You’re putting in the work.”

Lily pulled back just far enough to glance up at him, her lips still teasing the tip. “Let’s just say we’ve had… practice,” she said, her voice smooth and bold before diving back down.

Ava, meanwhile, was receiving one of the loudest rounds of praise. Her rhythm was perfect, her control flawless as she took her brother balls deep repeatedly, each thrust accompanied by a soft, wet sound. The brother in front of her groaned, clearly struggling to maintain his composure. “Holy hell, Ava,” he muttered, his voice unsteady. “You’re making the rest of these guys jealous.”

“I aim to impress,” Ava replied with a confident smirk, pausing only briefly before resuming, her tongue flicking at just the right moments to keep the compliments flowing.

Megan watched the scene unfold with an expression of strict authority, though a glint of concealed pride sparkled in her eyes. “Good,” she barked, pacing between the pledges. “This is what I expect—perfect execution. And look at the reactions you’re getting. Proof that when you put in the effort, it pays off.”

Sophie, despite her earlier humiliations, had recovered her confidence. Her hands rested lightly on the brother’s thighs as she took him deep, her throat making soft gurgling noises that left the room momentarily quiet. “You’ve got a natural talent,” he said with a grin, brushing her hair back as he watched her work. “Didn’t think you’d have it in you.”

Sophie pulled back with a soft pop, her cheeks flushed but her eyes defiant. “Guess I proved you wrong,” she said, her voice steady before diving back down, taking him even deeper than before.

The brothers exchanged impressed looks, their earlier teasing replaced by genuine admiration for the pledges’ skill and boldness. “These girls are something else,” one muttered to another. “Megan must’ve put them through hell to get them to this level.”

Megan smirked, hearing the comment but keeping her face stern. “And you’d better believe it,” she said, her voice cutting through the murmurs. “This is what happens when you demand perfection. They know what’s expected, and they deliver.”

The room had grown hotter, the air thick with tension as the pledges continued their flawless performances. The brothers, initially laughing and teasing, were now fully engaged, their earlier grins replaced by strained expressions and hushed murmurs of approval. The rhythmic sounds of deep, wet gurgling filled the space, punctuated by the occasional stifled groan as the pledges worked with unwavering confidence.

Megan’s sharp gaze flicked across the room, taking in the scene with satisfaction. She clapped her hands once, loud enough to command attention. “Alright, ladies,” she barked, her voice cutting through the rising tension. “We’re approaching the finale. When your man finishes, you will swallow. No hesitation, no mess. Clean him up, thank him properly, and move on to the next.”

The brothers exchanged wide-eyed glances, their faces a mixture of surprise and delight at Megan’s commanding tone. The pledges didn’t falter; instead, they nodded subtly, their confidence unwavering even under this new order.

Jessica was the first. The brother in front of her groaned softly, his body tensing as she finished him with practiced ease. Without pulling away, she swallowed gracefully, her throat bobbing as she completed the task. She sat back on her knees, wiping the corner of her mouth with a small, composed smile before looking up at him.

“Thank you,” she said sweetly, her tone steady and confident as she reached for his pants, helping him restore himself.

The brother blinked, momentarily stunned, before letting out a low chuckle. “No, thank you,” he replied, clearly impressed.

Nearby, Ava finished her turn just as effortlessly, swallowing smoothly and pulling back with a sly grin. “You’re welcome,” she said teasingly as she helped him adjust his belt, her confidence leaving him momentarily speechless.

One by one, the pledges completed their tasks, each swallowing without hesitation before pulling back and thanking their man with quiet poise. Sophie, despite her earlier embarrassment, moved with newfound confidence, swallowing gracefully before meeting her partner’s gaze with a bold smile.

“Thank you,” she said softly, reaching up to straighten his shirt. The brother grinned down at her, clearly impressed by her composure.

As each pledge finished, they moved to another brother, their transitions smooth and purposeful. The room filled with murmurs of admiration from the brothers, their earlier teasing now replaced by genuine respect.

“Damn,” one muttered, shaking his head as Lily finished her second round. “You’ve definitely outdone yourselves.”

Megan, standing at the center of the room, clapped her hands sharply once more, her voice cutting through the chatter. “Good work, ladies. This is the standard I expect. Remember, perfection is the only acceptable outcome.”

The pledges nodded, their heads held high as they completed the last of their rounds, their poise and precision leaving no doubt that they had fully embraced their roles. Megan’s smirk lingered as she surveyed the scene, knowing that both the pledges and the brothers would remember this night for a long time to come.

As the pledges moved confidently from one brother to the next, Emma remained draped over Ryan’s lap, her bare bottom glowing a bright red from the steady rhythm of his hand. Each swat landed with a sharp crack, eliciting small gasps from her, but there was no denying the rising tension between them.

Ryan’s grip on her waist tightened slightly with each smack, and Emma couldn’t help but notice the subtle change in his demeanor. His hand lingered a little longer on her skin, and she could feel him shifting beneath her. Then, unmistakably, she felt it—a growing hardness pressing against her stomach.

Emma’s cheeks flushed, but a small, sly smile tugged at the corner of her lips. The sting of the spanking faded into the background as a different kind of excitement coursed through her. After another sharp swat, she turned her head slightly, glancing back at Ryan over her shoulder.

“Ryan,” she said softly, her voice steady despite her vulnerable position. “Would you like me to… thank you properly? Like the other pledges are doing?”

Ryan froze for a moment, clearly caught off guard by her boldness. His hand rested on her reddened bottom, his fingers flexing slightly as he considered her offer. Then, with a low chuckle, he leaned down, his voice warm and eager. “If you’re offering, I’d be crazy to say no.”

Emma smiled, her confidence growing as she pushed herself up from his lap, her movements unhurried and deliberate. She knelt between his legs, her hands resting lightly on his thighs as she looked up at him through her lashes. “I want to show you how much I appreciate your… guidance,” she said, her tone teasing but sincere.

Ryan grinned, leaning back in the chair as he adjusted himself. “I’m all yours,” he said, his voice thick with anticipation.

Emma knelt between Ryan’s legs with bold determination, her earlier nerves long gone as she set to work proving herself. Her lips parted effortlessly, taking him balls deep from the start, her movements smooth and unhesitating. Ryan groaned audibly, his hand instinctively resting on her head as she worked, his body tense with the effort of keeping his composure.

The room, which had been filled with the rhythmic sounds of the other pledges and the brothers’ murmurs of approval, now seemed to turn its collective attention toward Emma. Even Megan paused in her pacing, her sharp eyes narrowing with interest as she watched Emma’s performance from across the room.

Ryan leaned back in the chair, his head tipping slightly as he let out another low groan. “Jesus, Emma,” he muttered, his voice strained. “You’re… incredible.”

Emma glanced up at him briefly, her eyes sparkling with confidence before she plunged deeper, her throat opening effortlessly to take him fully. Her rhythm was perfect, her lips sealing tightly around him with every movement, and she barely paused to breathe as she maintained her relentless pace. The wet, deep-throated gurgles she produced were loud enough to draw the attention of several other brothers, who nudged each other with grins as they watched.

“Damn,” one of them muttered, leaning slightly toward Ryan. “You got lucky tonight, man. She’s a natural.”

Ryan didn’t respond; he was too focused on Emma, his fingers tangling briefly in her hair as he struggled to keep his composure. Emma, for her part, was fully in control. She took him balls deep almost the entire time, her throat accommodating him with ease as her movements remained smooth and precise. Saliva glistened on her chin, catching the light as she worked, but she never faltered, never hesitated.

The pledges glanced her way as they continued their own tasks, a mixture of awe and renewed determination flickering across their faces. Even Sophie, who had regained much of her confidence earlier, couldn’t help but be impressed.

Megan’s sharp voice cut through the murmurs. “Good, Emma,” she said, her tone strict but tinged with approval. “That’s exactly the level of effort I expect. Take note, ladies. This is what perfection looks like.”

Emma, emboldened by the praise, deepened her rhythm even further, her lips pressing against the base almost every time. Ryan groaned louder, his head tipping back as his grip on her hair tightened slightly. “You’re gonna ruin me,” he muttered, his voice thick with strained amusement.

The brothers watching laughed and clapped, clearly impressed. “She’s setting a new standard for pledges,” one said, grinning. “Hell, she might be setting the standard for everyone.”

The room was thick with tension and muted sounds, but all attention was on Emma. She knelt confidently between Ryan’s legs, completely nude, her movements smooth and practiced. As her lips moved up and down his length, her fiery red bottom, still glowing from her spanking, bounced subtly in the air with each motion.

The brothers, who had initially been teasing and laughing, were now transfixed. A few leaned forward in their seats, their own girls forgotten as they watched the mesmerizing rhythm of her efforts. Her red, welted cheeks shifted and jiggled with every bob of her head, the marks of Ryan’s earlier discipline still vivid against her pale skin.

“Damn,” one brother muttered under his breath, nudging the guy next to him. “Look at her go. That’s dedication.”

Another brother smirked, his eyes locked on Emma’s swaying figure. “And that ass,” he added, his voice low and appreciative. “Ryan did some good work on her. Matches her effort.”

Ryan, seated comfortably in the chair, let out a low groan, his hand resting lightly on the back of Emma’s head. “You all wish you were me right now,” he said, his voice thick with amusement and pleasure.

The brothers chuckled, though their attention remained fixed on Emma. Her motions were hypnotic, her lips sealing tightly as she worked with unwavering precision. The wet sounds of her efforts filled the room, mingling with the faint creak of the chair and the occasional clink of a glass being set down.

“Look at how she moves,” another brother said, shaking his head in disbelief. “Balls deep every time, and she doesn’t even flinch.”

“She’s a natural,” another agreed, his gaze shifting from her bobbing head to her red, bouncing bottom. “And that view? Hell, I’d spank her again just to see her red ass jiggle like that.”

Emma, completely aware of the attention she was drawing, didn’t falter. If anything, she seemed emboldened by their comments, her movements growing even more deliberate. Her back arched slightly, accentuating the curve of her reddened ass as it rose and fell in time with her head.

Megan, standing near the edge of the room, folded her arms as she watched, her expression carefully neutral. Inside, however, she was both impressed and amused. Emma had not only embraced her role but turned it into a spectacle that left even the brothers speechless.

“Take notes, gentlemen,” Megan said, her voice cutting through the murmurs. “This is what it looks like when someone takes pride in their work.”

The brothers laughed, some clapping lightly, but their eyes never left Emma. Her red cheeks bounced one last time as she pulled back briefly to catch her breath, her lips glistening before she dove back down, taking Ryan fully once more. The room erupted into a fresh wave of quiet admiration, the brothers exchanging knowing grins as they watched her finish the task with flawless confidence.

Emma didn’t falter for a moment, her movements steady and confident as she continued to go balls deep without hesitation. The faint sound of wet gurgling filled the air, accompanied by Ryan’s increasingly strained breathing. By the time he finally finished, Emma swallowed smoothly, her throat bobbing with ease before she pulled back, wiping her lips with the back of her hand.

She sat back on her knees, her flushed face alight with pride as she looked up at Ryan. “Thank you,” she said softly, her voice steady and confident.

The brothers clapped and cheered as Emma rose to her feet, her confidence radiating through the room. Megan’s smirk returned briefly, a glimmer of concealed pride flickering in her sharp gaze. Emma had truly outdone herself, and everyone in the room knew it.

Megan clapped her hands sharply, commanding the room’s attention. The pledges, still glowing with a mixture of confidence and exertion, glanced toward her. The fraternity brothers, who had been watching the scene unfold with wide-eyed amusement and admiration, quieted, their attention now on Megan.

——

“Alright, ladies,” Megan said firmly, her voice cutting through the lingering murmurs. “Line up. Now.”

The pledges moved quickly, falling into a straight line as Megan had commanded. Emma, still completely nude and unapologetically bold, stood in the center, her reddened bottom a visible testament to her earlier punishment. The other four pledges, topless and glistening with a light sheen of sweat, took their places on either side of her. Their heads were held high, their earlier nerves replaced with a newfound confidence after their flawless performances.

Megan paced in front of them, her sharp heels clicking against the hardwood floor. Her gaze swept over the line, taking in their flushed faces, tear-streaked cheeks, and determined postures. Despite the clear evidence of their earlier struggles, each girl radiated a sense of accomplishment that Megan couldn’t ignore.

“This,” Megan began, her voice cold and commanding, “is what Delta expects. Perfection. Poise. Dedication. Tonight, each of you demonstrated exactly what it means to be a part of this sorority. You not only met my expectations—you exceeded them.”

Her words hung in the air, and the pledges stood a little taller, their pride evident despite the vulnerability of their positions. Megan stopped in front of Emma, her smirk widening slightly as she addressed her directly.

“Emma,” she said, her tone sharp but tinged with approval. “You volunteered to take the lead tonight, and you did so with grace and confidence. Despite your punishment, you turned what could have been a moment of humiliation into one of triumph. You’ve set an example for the others to follow.”

Emma’s cheeks flushed, but she met Megan’s gaze with steady eyes, her chin lifting slightly at the praise. The brothers, who had been watching intently, exchanged murmurs of agreement, some even clapping quietly in recognition.

Megan stepped back, addressing the group as a whole. “And the rest of you,” she continued, her gaze sweeping over the other pledges, “have shown that you are capable of rising to any challenge. Tonight, you proved that when you put in the effort, you can achieve greatness. Remember this feeling—because from now on, this is the standard I expect.”

“Before you’re dismissed,” Megan began, her voice smooth but firm, “let me make one thing clear: tonight, you have all proven yourselves worthy of the Delta name. And with that comes privileges—not just expectations.”

The pledges exchanged curious glances, their confidence from Megan’s earlier praise bolstered by her sudden shift in tone.

“As a reward for your performance tonight,” Megan continued, her smirk widening, “you may each choose one of the fraternity brothers to bed you.”

The room erupted into a mixture of laughter, cheers, and approving whistles from the brothers, who suddenly sat a little straighter, their grins widening. The pledges froze for a moment, their eyes widening in shock, but the boldness that had carried them through the night quickly returned. But before anyone else could make a move, Emma sprang into action.

Completely nude, her reddened bottom still on display, Emma bolted toward Ryan with a speed and urgency that caught everyone off guard. Her bare feet slapped against the hardwood floor, her hands reaching forward as if to claim him before anyone else could. Her wide-eyed expression and almost frantic energy made her look less like a confident woman and more like an overenthusiastic puppy racing for a treat.

“Ryan!” she exclaimed, her voice high-pitched and breathless. “I—I choose you!”

Her sudden outburst drew a round of laughter from the room. The other pledges covered their mouths, trying—and failing—to stifle their giggles, while the brothers exchanged amused looks. Ryan, lounging casually in his chair, raised an eyebrow as Emma skidded to a halt in front of him, her chest heaving with exertion. Her flushed cheeks and wide, eager eyes only added to the comedic scene.

“Wow, Emma,” Ryan said, smirking as he leaned back in his seat. “You’re really… enthusiastic.”

Emma didn’t seem to notice—or care—about the ripple of laughter behind her. She clasped her hands in front of her, her voice tumbling out in a rush. “I mean, you’re so strong, and, um, you were really fair when you spanked me, and I just thought—well, I hoped—you’d, um, maybe want to, you know, take me to bed… and…”

Her words trailed off as the laughter grew louder, and it finally dawned on her how she must look—standing there completely naked, babbling like a fool in front of everyone. She flushed an even deeper shade of red, her hands instinctively moving to cover herself, though it was far too late for modesty.

“Jesus, Emma,” Ava whispered loudly from behind her, barely able to contain her laughter. “Could you be any more obvious?”

Megan, standing at the center of the room, allowed the laughter to continue for a moment before raising a hand for silence. The room quieted almost instantly, the brothers still grinning as they watched the scene unfold.

“Emma,” Megan said sharply, her voice cutting through the tension like a blade. “You’re making quite the scene.”

Emma turned to face Megan, her face burning with embarrassment. “I—I just thought—”

“You thought wrong,” Megan interrupted, sauntering forward with deliberate, measured steps. Her smirk widened as she approached Ryan, placing a firm hand on his shoulder. “Ryan is mine right now.”

The room erupted into fresh laughter, and Emma’s heart sank as she realized just how foolish she must have looked. She glanced back at Ryan, who offered her a sheepish shrug, though his amused grin didn’t help matters.

“Choose someone else,” Megan commanded, her tone cold but her eyes glittering with satisfaction. “And this time, try to do it with a little dignity.”

Emma stood frozen for a moment, her cheeks flaming as Megan’s sharp words and the room’s mocking laughter seemed to echo endlessly in her ears. She swallowed hard, glancing around at the remaining brothers, her confidence now thoroughly shaken. After a moment, she straightened her posture, forcing a weak smile as her eyes landed on Nick—the next most handsome unpicked brother in the room.

“Nick,” she said, her voice quivering slightly but still hopeful. “Would you like to… take me to your bed?”

Nick leaned back in his chair, raising an eyebrow as a sly grin spread across his face. “Thanks, Emma, but I think I’ll pass,” he said smoothly, his tone dripping with amusement. “I don’t do sloppy seconds.”

The room erupted into laughter again, and Emma’s stomach sank as her face turned an even deeper shade of red. She stammered for a response but found none, her gaze darting to another brother seated nearby. Determined not to give up, she moved to him, her steps hesitant but deliberate.

“Josh,” she began, her voice barely above a whisper. “Maybe we could—”

Josh held up a hand, cutting her off with a chuckle. “Sorry, Emma. Not interested. You’ve already made it clear who you wanted, and I’m not about to play second fiddle to Ryan.”

Emma’s heart sank further, but she nodded, trying to muster what little dignity she had left as she moved to the next brother. And the next. And the next. Each time, the response was the same—mocking grins, dismissive chuckles, and variations of the same phrase: “I don’t want Ryan’s leftovers.”

The brothers’ laughter grew louder with each rejection, their teasing comments echoing through the room as Emma’s humiliation mounted. Even the pledges exchanged awkward glances, their earlier admiration for Emma now tinged with pity. Megan stood off to the side, her arms crossed, watching the scene unfold with a satisfied smirk.

Finally, with no one left to ask, Emma stood in the center of the room, her shoulders slumped, her hands fidgeting awkwardly in front of her. She stared at the floor, fighting back tears as the laughter continued.

“Aw, don’t be too sad, Emma,” one of the brothers called out, his voice dripping with mock sympathy. “There’s one option left.”

Emma’s head snapped up, her wide eyes filled with a mix of desperation and confusion. The brother, a tall blond with a mischievous grin, gestured toward the stairs. “My kid brother’s visiting for the weekend. A high-schooler. He’s upstairs in room 12A. I’m sure he’d love to… learn the ropes.”

——

The room exploded into raucous laughter, and Emma’s face turned scarlet as the weight of his words sank in. Her eyes darted toward Megan, who raised an eyebrow but said nothing, her expression unreadable. The brothers continued to laugh, their voices a chorus of mocking jeers as Emma stood frozen, unsure of what to do next.

Megan clapped her hands sharply, silencing the room’s laughter in an instant. Her commanding presence cut through the noise, and all eyes turned toward her. Emma, still frozen in the center of the room, stared at Megan with a mix of desperation and dread, her bare skin flushed with humiliation.

“Enough,” Megan said, her voice cold and authoritative. She stepped forward, her heels clicking sharply against the floor, until she was standing directly in front of Emma. Megan’s gaze was icy, but there was a faint glint of satisfaction in her eyes. “Emma, you’ve embarrassed yourself enough down here. You’ve made your choices, and now you’ll face the consequences.”

Emma opened her mouth to respond, but Megan raised a hand to silence her. “You’ll do exactly as instructed,” Megan continued. She turned slightly, gesturing toward the stairs with a pointed finger. “You will go upstairs, nude, and knock on the door to room 12A. My expectation is that you’ll do so with grace and without hesitation.”

The brothers, who had quieted under Megan’s sharp command, exchanged amused glances, their smirks returning as the implications of Megan’s order sank in. One or two let out soft chuckles, but a sharp look from Megan silenced them again.

“Megan, please—” Emma began, her voice shaky, but Megan cut her off with a glare.

“Not another word,” Megan snapped. “You’ve been given your orders. You’ll knock on that door, and you’ll make yourself available to the young man inside. Consider this your chance to redeem what little dignity you have left.”

Emma’s eyes filled with tears, but she nodded weakly, her head hanging as she turned toward the stairs. The brothers’ mocking laughter resumed as she began to climb, her bare skin glowing under the lights. Her hands instinctively moved to cover herself, but Megan’s sharp voice stopped her in her tracks.

“And Emma,” Megan called after her, her tone icy, “keep your hands at your sides. I said you were to go nude, and that means completely exposed. If I find out you disobeyed me, you’ll wish you hadn’t.”

The brothers howled with laughter as Emma lowered her hands, her humiliation complete as she continued up the stairs, her head bowed and her steps hesitant. When she reached the landing, she paused in front of the door marked 12A, her heart pounding as she raised a trembling hand to knock. The faint sound of the brothers’ laughter echoed up the stairwell, a cruel reminder of the spectacle she had become. Her cheeks were still flushed, her body bare, and her nerves frayed from the humiliating events downstairs. Taking a deep breath, she raised a trembling hand and knocked softly on the door.

For a moment, there was no response, and she almost thought about fleeing. But then the sound of shuffling feet came from the other side, and the door creaked open to reveal a high-schooler with shaggy brown hair and wide, startled eyes. He stood frozen in the doorway, staring at her as if she had just dropped out of the sky.

“Uh…” he stammered, his voice cracking slightly as his gaze darted up and down her body. “H-hello?”

Emma’s face burned even hotter as she realized he had absolutely no idea what was going on. Of course, she thought miserably. He’s just visiting. He wasn’t part of the game, and now I have to explain this madness to him.

“H-hi,” she began awkwardly, her hands twitching at her sides as she fought the urge to cover herself. Megan’s orders echoed in her mind, and she forced herself to stand tall, despite the overwhelming urge to disappear. “Um… I’m Emma. One of the sorority pledges downstairs.”

The boy’s eyes widened further, and he blinked rapidly, clearly struggling to process what he was seeing—and hearing. “Okay…” he said slowly, his voice still tinged with disbelief. “And… why are you here? Like this?”

Emma swallowed hard, feeling her throat tighten as she tried to find the words. “The brothers downstairs… and my, um, pledge master sent me here. To you.” She shifted awkwardly, glancing away before forcing herself to meet his gaze again. “They said… you could do with me whatever you’d like.”

The boy’s jaw dropped slightly, his face flushing almost as red as Emma’s. He opened his mouth to speak but seemed to think better of it, his wide-eyed gaze darting over her body again before snapping back to her face.

“You’re serious?” he asked, his voice filled with incredulity. “Like… this isn’t some kind of prank?”

Emma shook her head quickly, her voice barely above a whisper. “I’m serious. You can… you can do whatever you want.”

A moment of stunned silence passed before his expression shifted. The initial shock faded, replaced by a mixture of eagerness and disbelief. He stepped back slightly, holding the door open wider as he gestured for her to come inside.

“Well, then,” he said, his voice trembling slightly with excitement. “You’d better come in.”

Emma hesitated for a brief moment before stepping into the room, her bare feet sinking into the plush carpet as she moved past him. The door clicked shut behind her, and she turned to face him, her heart pounding as she waited for his next move.

“So…” he began, his grin growing wider as he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. “I’m Zach, by the way. And, uh… I think this might be the best night of my life.”

Emma stood hesitantly in the room, her bare feet against the soft carpet. The boy—still clearly in disbelief at what was unfolding—ran a hand through his hair, his grin widening with every passing second as his eyes roamed over her.

“Well,” he said, his voice cracking slightly but filled with eager confidence, “if I can do anything…” He trailed off, his expression lighting up with a sudden idea. He gestured toward the bed, which was neatly made with fresh sheets. “Get on the bed. On all fours.”

Emma froze for a moment, her breath catching in her throat as the reality of the situation sank in. The boy’s confidence was growing by the second, and his tone left no doubt about what he wanted. She nodded silently, her cheeks still burning, and moved toward the bed.

Climbing onto the mattress, she positioned herself as instructed, her knees sinking into the plush surface as she lowered herself onto her elbows. Her reddened bottom—still glowing from the spanking she’d received earlier—was fully on display, her body trembling slightly as she waited for what was to come next.

“Damn,” the boy muttered under his breath, stepping closer to the bed as he took in the sight before him. “You got spanked! I can’t believe this is actually happening.”

Emma didn’t respond, her face flushing deeper as she focused on keeping her position. The boy’s excitement was palpable as he moved behind her, his hands shaking slightly as he removed his sweatpants and underpants and positioned himself.

“This is…” he started, his voice trailing off as his eagerness overtook his nerves. “This is incredible.”

Emma closed her eyes, her body tense but compliant as she prepared to fulfill her pledge duties in the way he had chosen.

As the boy positioned himself behind Emma, his excitement was clear. His breathing grew heavier, and his hands trembled slightly as he ran them over her glowing, reddened bottom.

“Damn,” he muttered under his breath, his voice thick with eagerness. “This is… amazing.”

Emma stayed in position, her body still and compliant, her face flushed with humiliation as she stared down at the bedspread. She could feel his trembling hands exploring her, his movements bold but inexperienced. Then, without warning, he raised one hand and delivered a sharp slap to her already-sensitive bottom.

The sound echoed through the room, and Emma gasped softly at the unexpected sting.

“Sorry,” he said quickly, though the grin on his face suggested he wasn’t sorry at all. “I just… couldn’t resist.”

Another slap followed, this one firmer than the first, and Emma bit her lip, fighting the urge to protest. The boy chuckled nervously, his excitement growing as he delivered a third slap, watching her reddened cheeks jiggle in response.

“You’ve got an amazing ass,” he said, his tone filled with awe. “It’s, like… perfect.”

Emma closed her eyes, willing herself to remain composed as his hands returned to explore her again. His inexperience showed in the fumbling way he moved, but his enthusiasm more than made up for it. Within moments, he had positioned himself and penetrated her wet pussy with his long skinny cock, his eagerness evident in every frantic movement.

As the boy’s initial eagerness began to give way to a clumsy rhythm, his enthusiasm didn’t wane. His hands, which had been delivering awkward but sharp slaps to Emma’s reddened bottom, suddenly stilled. Instead, he leaned forward, pressing his chest lightly against her back, and reached around to grab her breasts with both hands.

Emma tensed slightly at the sudden shift, feeling his weight settle over her as his inexperienced hands fumbled at her chest. He squeezed her roughly, his fingers digging in as if unsure of what to do but determined to make the most of the moment.

“God, these are amazing,” he muttered, his voice muffled slightly as he pressed his cheek clumsily against her shoulder. His grip was firm but unpracticed, his palms kneading her flesh with an almost frantic energy. “I’ve never… I mean, they’re just so soft.”

Emma bit her lip, her face flushing deeply as she tried to stay composed. His movements were erratic and uncoordinated, but his eagerness was undeniable. He remained inside her, his hips stilling momentarily as he focused entirely on mauling her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her nipples with awkward curiosity.

“You’re perfect,” he murmured, his voice breathless as he continued to grope her, his hands roaming clumsily over her chest. His excitement seemed to build with every passing second, his breathing growing heavier as he shifted slightly, trying to press even closer to her.

Emma remained still, her body trembling slightly as she endured his enthusiastic exploration. The boy, entirely caught up in his own exhilaration, didn’t seem to notice her discomfort. Instead, he alternated between squeezing and kneading, his touch rough but filled with awe.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he seemed to regain some focus, straightening slightly and resuming his earlier rhythm. His hands slid reluctantly from her chest as he shifted back, his eager movements picking up pace once more.

“Sorry,” he said with a nervous chuckle. “I just couldn’t help myself. You’re… incredible.”

Emma closed her eyes, her cheeks still burning as she steeled herself for whatever clumsy moves he had planned next.

As the boy’s enthusiasm grew, his clumsy movements became even bolder. After resuming his rhythm, he leaned back slightly, his hands resting on Emma’s hips. A mischievous grin spread across his face as he watched her glowing red bottom move with each thrust. His eyes flicked downward, and a new idea seemed to strike him.

Without saying a word, he brought one hand to his mouth, licking his thumb with exaggerated enthusiasm. Emma tensed instinctively, sensing his sudden shift in focus. Before she could react, he moved his wet thumb downward, pressing it lightly against the entrance to her most vulnerable spot—her bumhole.

“Wait, what are you—” Emma started, her voice shaking, but the boy cut her off with a nervous chuckle.

“Well,” he said, his tone both eager and uncertain. “I just wanna try something…”

Emma’s body stiffened as she felt the tip of his thumb circling experimentally, his movements uncoordinated but persistent. His free hand tightened its grip on her hip as he balanced himself, his attention fully on his clumsy attempt to explore further.

“You’ve got the perfect body,” he murmured, almost to himself, his tone filled with fascination as he continued his awkward motions. “I’ve never done this before, but… I mean, wow.”

Emma’s face burned with humiliation, her hands gripping the bedspread tightly as she struggled to keep her composure. The boy’s enthusiasm showed no signs of waning, his thumb pressing just slightly harder as he experimented, clearly enthralled by the moment.

“You’re amazing,” he said again, his voice breathless and filled with awe. “Seriously… this is the best night of my life.”

The boy paused, his thumb still resting at the sensitive entrance, his breathing heavy as he leaned forward slightly. “Is this okay?” he asked, his voice hesitant yet eager. His other hand rested firmly on Emma’s hip, holding her in place as he waited for her response. “Can I… keep going?”

Emma squeezed her eyes shut, her body tense as she tried to process his request. She could feel the heat of his excitement behind her, the clumsiness of his exploration making the situation even more humiliating. Her cheeks flushed deeper, but Megan’s earlier command echoed in her mind: Do whatever he wants. No hesitation.

With a shaky breath, Emma nodded, her voice barely above a whisper. “Yes,” she said softly, her words almost lost in the air. “You can continue.”

The boy’s face lit up with a mixture of relief and excitement. “Really? Awesome,” he muttered, his grin widening. He adjusted his position slightly, licking his thumb again before returning it to its previous place.

Emma’s grip on the bedspread tightened as she braced herself, her face burning with humiliation. The boy resumed his movements, his thumb pressing more confidently now as he experimented, his inexperience evident in every awkward motion.

“This is amazing,” he murmured, his voice filled with awe. “You’re letting me do something I’ve only ever, like… thought about.”

Emma swallowed hard, forcing herself to remain still, her agreement binding her to his eager exploration. The boy was completely caught up in his own excitement, his enthusiasm as clumsy as it was relentless.

Emma’s body stiffened as the boy’s thumb pressed more insistently against her, circling the sensitive entrance before pushing just a little harder. Her breath hitched, and she bit her lip, gripping the bedspread tightly beneath her trembling fingers.

Then, with one decisive motion, he pushed it home.

Emma gasped sharply, her back arching slightly in response to the unexpected intrusion. Her face flushed deeper as she struggled to adjust, her body tense and rigid beneath his eager touch.

“Wow,” the boy muttered breathlessly, pausing for a moment as if marveling at what he’d just done. “This is… unbelievable.”

Emma’s breathing was uneven, her cheeks burning as she buried her face against the mattress. The boy, oblivious to her discomfort, pressed his hand further against her, his thumb moving experimentally as he began to explore more boldly.

“You’re amazing,” he murmured, his voice filled with awe and excitement. “I can’t believe you’re letting me do this.”

Emma didn’t respond, her hands clenching the sheets tightly as she focused on staying composed. The boy continued, his clumsy enthusiasm evident as he adjusted his grip on her hip and leaned forward slightly, pressing himself closer to her.

“This is the best night ever,” he said softly, his tone filled with both nervousness and unrestrained eagerness. Emma let out a shuddering breath, her body trembling as she endured his inexperienced but determined exploration.

As the boy’s excitement grew, his movements became bolder and less hesitant. His thumb remained firmly in place, and he suddenly leaned forward, wrapping his other hand under Emma’s hips to hold her steady. Without warning, he adjusted his grip, his fingers spreading to grasp her firmly, his thumb still planted firmly in her ass, making her body arch slightly under his control.

“Like this,” he muttered to himself, his voice low and filled with awe. His grip mimicked someone holding a bowling ball, his fingers splaying for leverage as he pulled her hips closer to his own. He began thrusting again, his hips moving with an awkward but eager rhythm, his inexperience matched only by his enthusiasm.

Emma let out a soft, involuntary sound as her body was maneuvered like an object under his grip. The combination of his thumb still pressed firmly inside her and his increasingly frantic thrusts sent jolts of sensation through her, though she tried to keep silent, her face burning with humiliation.

“This is insane,” the boy said breathlessly, his voice cracking slightly as his hips moved faster. His grip tightened, and he adjusted her position again, holding her firmly in place as he lost himself in the moment. “You’re… unbelievable.”

The brothers’ laughter and jeers from earlier seemed a distant memory now as Emma felt entirely at his mercy, her body swaying slightly with each thrust. His awkward but determined movements made it clear that he was utterly enthralled, his hands gripping her with a mix of awe and possessiveness.

“You feel so perfect,” he muttered, his voice growing softer as his breathing quickened. His pace became more erratic, his grip unwavering as he continued, completely caught up in his own fervor. Emma’s face remained buried in the mattress, her breathing shallow as she endured the boy’s eager, clumsy exploration.

But as the boy’s awkward but relentless rhythm continued, Emma’s body betrayed her in ways she hadn’t anticipated. His grip, clumsy yet firm, and the unyielding push of his thumb combined with the friction of his thrusts began to overwhelm her senses. Her breathing grew unsteady, her flushed face pressed against the mattress as she desperately tried to fight the sensations building within her.

To her infinite distress and humiliation, a warmth started spreading low in her belly, the telltale signs of an impending orgasm creeping up on her. Emma clenched her jaw, her hands gripping the bedspread tightly as she willed herself to resist, but her body seemed to have a mind of its own.

The boy, completely oblivious to her internal struggle, was lost in his own excitement. His breathing grew heavier, his pace more erratic as he held her in his awkward grip, using her body like a toy in his eager exploration. “You’re… amazing,” he muttered, his voice breathless and filled with awe. “I can’t believe this is happening.”

Emma squeezed her eyes shut, biting her lip to stifle a gasp as a wave of pleasure shot through her. She felt her body begin to tremble involuntarily, her humiliation deepening with each second as the sensation grew stronger. Her reddened bottom bounced with his movements, each thrust sending jolts of unwanted pleasure coursing through her.

No, no, no, she thought desperately, her face burning with shame. This can’t be happening.

But her body refused to listen. The combination of his rough touch, her vulnerable position, and the relentless friction sent her hurtling toward the edge, no matter how hard she tried to resist. Her breath hitched, and she let out a soft, involuntary whimper, her body trembling beneath his grasp.

The boy, still entirely focused on his own pleasure, didn’t seem to notice her growing distress—or the subtle changes in her breathing and movements. “God, you’re perfect,” he said, his tone filled with awe as his pace quickened.

Emma’s humiliation was complete as she felt herself tipping over the edge, her body shuddering as the unwanted orgasm overtook her. She buried her face in the mattress, her cheeks burning with shame as a soft, muffled cry escaped her lips, her body trembling uncontrollably beneath his relentless grip.

As Emma’s body trembled with the humiliating force of her unwanted release, the boy paused for a moment, his movements slowing as he noticed the way her body shook beneath him. His breathing was heavy, his chest rising and falling as he leaned forward slightly, his thumb still poised and his grip firm on her hips.

“Wait,” he muttered, his voice tinged with disbelief. “Did you just…?”

Emma squeezed her eyes shut tighter, her face burning hotter than ever as her body betrayed her entirely. She said nothing, biting her lip and willing the moment to pass, but her silence only seemed to embolden him.

“No way,” he said, a mix of incredulity and boyish triumph in his voice. “Did you actually just come?”

Emma let out a muffled groan, burying her face deeper into the mattress. Her humiliation was so complete she could barely speak, but the boy wasn’t letting it go. He leaned closer, his tone now laced with amusement and pride.

“You did, didn’t you?” he pressed, his voice a mix of wonder and teasing. “Holy crap, you totally just came!”

Emma turned her head slightly, her tear-streaked face visible as she stammered, “I—no, I… It wasn’t—” but her shaky voice betrayed her.

The boy laughed, a sound of genuine amazement, as if he’d just discovered some hidden skill he didn’t know he had. “Wow,” he said, grinning. “I didn’t think that was even possible. You actually came while I was… wow.”

His hands tightened slightly on her hips as he sat back, still inside her, as if trying to process what had just happened. “That’s insane. I mean, I thought I was doing okay, but I didn’t think I was that good.”

Emma groaned again, wishing the mattress would swallow her whole. She clenched her fists against the sheets, her body still trembling slightly from the aftermath of her unwanted orgasm as the boy basked in his unearned sense of accomplishment.

“This is seriously the best night of my life,” he added, his voice brimming with awe. “You’re amazing. I don’t even know what to say.”

Emma could only bury her face again, mortified beyond belief as the boy continued his triumphant rambling, completely unaware of the depth of her embarrassment.

As the boy’s incredulous laughter faded, his movements resumed, clumsy and eager, his excitement now reaching a frenzied pace. Emma remained still, her face buried in the mattress, her body trembling from a mixture of humiliation and the lingering aftermath of her unwanted release.

The boy’s grip on her hips tightened as he thrust more erratically, his breath coming in uneven gasps. “God, this is… incredible,” he muttered, his voice filled with awe and desperation as his pace quickened, “like hot apple pie!”

Emma’s fingers dug into the bedspread as she braced herself, every awkward, frantic thrust a reminder of her vulnerable position. She could feel his excitement building, the rhythm of his movements growing sloppier and more uneven with each passing second.

Finally, with a loud, guttural groan, the boy pushed himself deep inside her one last time, his entire body tensing as he finished clumsily. Emma felt the warmth flood her, a fresh wave of humiliation washing over her as he collapsed against her back, his breathing ragged and heavy.

“Wow,” he muttered breathlessly, his voice filled with disbelief and satisfaction. “That was… I don’t even have words.”

Emma remained silent, her face burning as she kept her gaze firmly on the mattress. She felt him shift slightly, his grip loosening as he leaned back, still catching his breath. “You’re… seriously incredible,” he said again, his voice softening as he finally moved away from her, sitting back on the bed with a dazed grin.

Emma slowly pushed herself up, her movements stiff and shaky as she turned away from him, desperate to cover herself and reclaim even a shred of dignity. But his voice stopped her.

“Hey,” he said, still grinning. “That was… amazing. Seriously. You’re, like, the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

Emma didn’t respond, her cheeks flushed as she gathered her composure, her body and pride feeling more exposed than ever.

——

As Emma sat on the edge of the bed, trying to collect herself after the humiliating ordeal, a loud voice called from downstairs, breaking the awkward silence.

“Hey! You two, get down here!” one of the frat brothers shouted, his tone filled with impatience.

The boy stood up quickly, grinning ear to ear, his confidence bolstered by what had just transpired. He grabbed his clothes from the chair near the bed, pulling on his sweatpants and T-shirt with a casual air, as if nothing unusual had happened.

Emma, on the other hand, sat frozen, her face burning with embarrassment. She glanced around the room, hoping to find something—anything—she could use to cover herself. But there was nothing.

“Uh… can I—?” she began hesitantly, but the boy interrupted with a laugh.

“Sorry, no spare clothes here,” he said, shrugging. “Besides, Megan said you’re supposed to stay nude, right? Better not disobey them.”

Emma’s stomach twisted, and she swallowed hard, realizing she had no choice. With a deep breath, she stood up, her arms instinctively moving to cover herself before Megan’s earlier command echoed in her mind: Completely exposed. She dropped her hands to her sides, her cheeks flushing anew as she followed the boy to the door.

They descended the stairs together, his confident stride in stark contrast to her hesitant, trembling steps. When they entered the living room, all eyes turned to them. The frat brothers, Megan, and the pledges—now fully dressed—stood waiting, their expressions ranging from curiosity to amusement.

“Well, there they are,” one of the brothers said, smirking as he leaned against the couch. “So, how’d it go? Did our guest behave herself?”

The boy grinned widely, puffing out his chest a little as he spoke. “Oh, she behaved herself, alright,” he said, his voice brimming with enthusiasm. “She was… incredible. I mean, I’ve never done anything like that before, and she… she even came! And I fucking nutted right inside of her cunt! First time for me ever!”

The room erupted into laughter and cheers, the brothers clapping and whooping as Emma’s face turned crimson. The pledges exchanged awkward glances, their discomfort clear, while Megan raised a single brow, her smirk cold and knowing.

“Is that so?” Megan said, her tone sharp as she stepped forward, fixing her icy gaze on Emma. “Is that true, Emma? Did you actually… come?”

Emma’s stomach dropped, and she felt her mouth go dry as every eye in the room turned to her. Her heart pounded in her chest, and she opened her mouth to deny it—but the boy’s eager grin and the weight of Megan’s glare stopped her.

“I…” Emma stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. She hesitated, her face burning with humiliation as Megan’s expression hardened.

“Well?” Megan pressed, her voice cold and commanding. “Answer the question, Emma.”

Emma closed her eyes for a moment, willing herself to speak. Finally, she nodded, her voice shaky as she admitted, “Y-yes… I did.”

The room erupted into fresh laughter, the brothers clapping and cheering even louder than before. Megan’s smirk widened, and she folded her arms, her sharp eyes glinting with satisfaction.

“Well, well, well,” Megan said, her tone dripping with mock amusement. “It seems our little pledge had quite the time upstairs. I hope you thanked him properly, Emma.”

Emma’s cheeks burned as she nodded again, her voice barely audible. “I… I did.”

“Good,” Megan said crisply. She turned to the boy, her smirk still firmly in place. “And you, I trust, enjoyed yourself?”

“Oh, absolutely,” he said, laughing. “Best night of my life. She’s incredible.”

Megan’s sharp gaze lingered on Emma as the laughter of the brothers began to fade. Her smirk deepened as she took a step closer, her heels clicking ominously on the hardwood floor. The pledges exchanged nervous glances, but Emma stood frozen, her face flushed with embarrassment.

“Well, Emma,” Megan began, her voice smooth but dripping with sarcasm, “it seems you’ve outdone yourself tonight. Letting a high-school-aged virgin—” she paused, letting the brothers laugh again, “—not only have his way with you but make you come in the process? Honestly, I don’t know whether to laugh or pity you.”

Emma’s face turned crimson, and she lowered her gaze to the floor. Before she could respond, the boy chimed in, his grin as wide as ever. “She was great, though,” he said, practically bouncing on his feet. 

Megan’s smirk turned cold as she stepped closer to Emma, her tone sharpening. “Well, it seems we need to remind you of your place, Emma. If you think you can come during pledge duties and let someone like him”—she gestured to the boy with a flick of her hand—“take control, then you need some proper discipline.”

“Over my knee,” Megan ordered, sitting on the edge of a nearby chair and patting her lap. “We’ll make sure you understand the consequences of losing control.”

The boy laughed again, clapping his hands. “Oh, man, this is amazing! She’s gonna get spanked again for me! I love this!”

Emma hesitated for only a moment before stepping forward and lowering herself over Megan’s lap, her bare bottom already glowing red from the earlier session. Megan adjusted her position, resting one hand firmly on Emma’s back and raising the other high.

“Let’s start,” Megan said coldly. “And perhaps this will remind you to keep your composure in the future.”

The first smack landed sharply, the sound echoing through the room and drawing a mix of cheers and laughter from the brothers. Emma flinched, letting out a soft gasp as Megan’s hand came down again, her strikes deliberate and precise.

“See? That’s how it’s done!” the boy said excitedly, leaning forward as if to get a better view. “That’s way harder than I slapped her ass, but she totally deserves it.”

Megan delivered another sharp smack, her hand lingering on Emma’s reddening skin as she turned her head slightly to address the boy. “Oh, I’m sure she enjoyed your weak little slaps,” she said, her tone icy. “But this—” another smack landed, making Emma flinch and whimper—“is what real discipline looks like.”

The boy nodded eagerly, grinning. “Yeah, yeah! Keep going! This is perfect!”

Megan’s strikes grew harder, her hand connecting with Emma’s glowing bottom in steady, rhythmic motions. Emma whimpered softly, her face buried in her hands as she tried to stay silent.

“Do you understand now, Emma?” Megan barked, delivering an extra-hard smack. “Do you understand what happens when you lose control and embarrass yourself—and us—like that?”

“Yes, Megan,” Emma choked out, her voice trembling. “I—I understand.”

Megan’s hand came down one final time, the loud smack echoing through the room as Emma gasped.

Megan straightened up, her hand resting on Emma’s bare bum for a moment as she glanced toward the boy, who was still grinning from ear to ear. She smirked, an idea forming as she saw his eager expression.

“Well,” Megan said sharply, addressing the boy, “since you seem to have enjoyed yourself so much earlier, let’s see if you can deliver a proper spanking this time. Come here.”

The boy’s eyes widened with excitement, and he practically leaped forward. “Really? I get to spank her ass?” he asked, his voice cracking slightly in his enthusiasm.

“Yes,” Megan replied coolly, standing up and gesturing to the chair. “Take my seat. Let’s see if you’ve learned anything watching me.”

The brothers erupted into laughter and cheers, clapping and hollering as the boy took Megan’s place, sitting down with a nervous but thrilled expression. Megan turned to Emma, her smirk widening.

“Back over,” she ordered Emma, pointing to the boy’s lap.

Emma’s face burned, and she hesitated for a moment, her humiliation mounting. But Megan’s sharp gaze left no room for argument. Slowly, she stepped forward and bent back over, positioning herself across the boy’s lap. His hands trembled slightly as he placed them on her hips, adjusting her awkwardly into position.

“This is awesome,” he muttered, his voice filled with awe as he stared down at Emma’s glowing red bottom. “I can’t believe I get to do this.”

“Get on with it,” Megan said sharply, crossing her arms and stepping back to watch. “And don’t just smack randomly—make it count.”

The boy nodded eagerly, raising his hand and bringing it down with a loud smack. It was clumsy but enthusiastic, drawing a soft gasp from Emma and another round of laughter from the brothers.

“Not bad,” Megan commented, her tone laced with mock approval. “But try again. Harder.”

The boy adjusted his grip on Emma’s waist and brought his hand down again, this time with more force. Emma flinched, a soft whimper escaping her lips as the sting spread across her already sensitive skin.

“Better,” Megan said, nodding. “Keep going.”

Encouraged, the boy delivered another slap, then another, each one growing more confident as he found his rhythm. His excitement was palpable, and he grinned as he continued, clearly enjoying the experience far more than Emma.

“This is incredible,” he muttered, half to himself. “She’s got, like, the perfect ass for this.”

The brothers cheered louder, some clapping while others leaned forward to get a better view. “Keep it up, man!” one called out. “You’re a natural!”

Emma bit her lip, her face pressed into her hands as she endured the boy’s eager, untrained strikes. Megan, meanwhile, watched with a smirk, clearly pleased with how things were unfolding.

“Hold there,” Megan said, her tone calm but laced with condescension, “since Emma was so eager to let you take control upstairs and even let you slap her ass, perhaps you’d like to confirm just how much she enjoys a spanking.”

The boy blinked, his grin faltering for a moment as he looked at Megan, unsure of her meaning. “What do you mean?” he asked, his voice tinged with curiosity and excitement.

Megan’s smirk widened as she stepped closer, her eyes glinting with amusement. “I mean a wet check,” she said smoothly, tilting her head toward Emma. “Go ahead, use your fingers. See if she’s as worked up as she was earlier.”

The boy’s eyes widened, his excitement quickly returning as he looked down at Emma still draped across his lap, who stiffened in shock. “Seriously?” he asked, his voice cracking slightly. “I can… do that?”

“By all means,” Megan replied coolly, stepping back to give him space. “Emma’s been nothing but accommodating all night, haven’t you, Emma?”

Emma’s face turned a deep shade of red, her hands twitching nervously at her sides. She opened her mouth to protest, but Megan’s sharp gaze silenced her. She swallowed hard, nodding reluctantly. “Y-yes, Megan,” she whispered, her voice trembling.

The boy grinned, stepping closer to Emma with visible enthusiasm. “Alright,” he said, his voice filled with awe. “Let’s see.”

Emma flinched as she felt his clumsy fingers press against her, his touch awkward but insistent as he explored her with growing confidence. He pushed deeper, his movements uncoordinated but determined, and Emma bit her lip, her face burning with humiliation as the brothers watched with grins and muffled laughter.

After a moment, the boy withdrew his fingers, holding them up for everyone to see. They glistened, dripping with undeniable evidence of Emma’s body betraying her. His grin widened as he turned to Megan, clearly delighted. “Wow,” he said, laughing softly. “She’s… really wet.”

The brothers erupted into laughter and cheers, their voices filling the room as Emma closed her eyes, her face burning with shame. Megan raised an eyebrow, her smirk deepening as she nodded approvingly.

“Well, there you have it,” Megan said coldly, her voice cutting through the noise. “It seems our little pledge enjoyed herself with her high-schooler even more than she admitted.”

Emma stayed silent, her cheeks flushed as the boy wiped his fingers on her ass, still grinning from ear to ear. The brothers continued to cheer, their laughter echoing in her ears as Megan stepped forward, her voice sharp and commanding. “Let this be a reminder, Emma—your body may betray you, but your composure must not. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, Megan,” Emma whispered, her voice barely audible as her humiliation reached its peak.

“Alright, that’s enough for today,” Megan said, her voice cold and commanding. “Get up and get dressed, Emma. And as for the rest of you—let this serve as a reminder of what’s expected during pledge week.”

The brothers cheered again, their laughter echoing through the room as Emma scrambled to gather herself, her cheeks burning with shame as Megan’s sharp eyes followed her every move.

Megan clapped her hands sharply, silencing the laughter and chatter in the room. The pledges and brothers all turned their attention to her, the sharpness in her gaze enough to command instant respect.

“Alright, everyone,” Megan said coolly, her smirk still firmly in place. “I hope tonight has served as a lesson—for the pledges and the brothers alike. But we’re not done yet. Pledge week is far from over.”

The pledges stiffened, exchanging nervous glances. Emma stood with her head bowed, her face still burning from her earlier humiliation, while the other pledges fidgeted awkwardly, unsure of what was coming next.

Megan took a step forward, her heels clicking against the hardwood floor as she turned to address the room. “Since our pledges have proven themselves capable of following orders and accommodating the needs of this house, I’ve decided to add an additional task to their duties.”

She turned to the pledges, her sharp gaze locking onto each of them in turn. “By the end of pledge week, every one of you will have spent time with each of the fraternity brothers. You will follow their instructions, meet their expectations, and prove that you are worthy of the Delta name.”

The brothers erupted into cheers and whistles, clapping and nudging each other with grins. The pledges, on the other hand, looked mortified, their faces pale as they processed Megan’s words.

“To ensure fairness,” Megan continued, her tone cold and authoritative, “Ryan will draw up a roster, assigning each pledge to each brother. That roster will be posted publicly so there’s no confusion—and no excuses.”

Ryan, who had been lounging casually in the corner, straightened up, a grin spreading across his face. “You got it, Megan,” he said, nodding eagerly. “I’ll make sure everyone gets their turn with each of them.”

“Good,” Megan replied with a satisfied smirk. “I expect that roster to be ready by tomorrow morning. Make sure it’s clear and detailed—I don’t want any misunderstandings.”

She turned back to the pledges, her gaze hard and unyielding. “You will report to your assigned brother at the designated time. You will conduct yourselves with grace and obedience. And you will not embarrass this sorority—or yourselves. Each and every encounter will begin with a firm spanking.”

The pledges nodded silently, their faces a mix of fear and resignation. Megan’s smirk widened as she took a step back, crossing her arms as she surveyed the room.

As the pledges hurriedly gathered their things, Megan’s sharp voice rang out again, freezing them in place. “Oh, and one more thing,” she said, her tone icy and commanding. “Let me make this crystal clear.”

She stepped forward, her gaze slicing through the line of nervous pledges as she continued. “If I receive any complaints from the brothers about your performance—if any of them say you didn’t meet their expectations, follow their instructions, or show proper enthusiasm—you will not pass pledge week.”

The pledges exchanged panicked glances, their faces pale as Megan’s words sank in. Emma shifted uncomfortably, her hands twitching at her sides, while the other pledges nodded hesitantly.

“Failure is not an option,” Megan said coldly, her smirk tightening. “And don’t think for a second that I’ll be lenient. If even one of you fails to meet the standard, you’ll be out.”

The brothers chuckled and nodded, clearly enjoying the pledges’ discomfort. Ryan leaned back in his chair, still grinning as he added, “Yeah, ladies—don’t disappoint us. We’ve got high expectations.”

Megan glanced at Ryan, her smirk softening into a sly grin. “I trust you’ll be thorough when you create the roster,” she said. “Make sure each brother knows exactly who to expect—and when.”

Ryan gave her a mock salute. “You’ve got it, Megan. I’ll make it fair and fun.”

“Good,” Megan replied, turning her attention back to the pledges. “You’ll see the roster posted in the common area by tomorrow morning. Study it carefully and prepare yourselves accordingly. Because once your time with a brother begins, there will be no excuses for failure.”

The pledges nodded again, their expressions a mixture of dread and resignation. Megan’s smirk widened as she stepped back, folding her arms and surveying the group with satisfaction.

“Now, get out of my sight,” she snapped, her tone sharp. “And remember—this is your final chance to prove you belong here. Don’t waste it.”

The pledges scurried out of the room, their faces burning with humiliation as the brothers’ laughter and jeers followed them down the hallway. Megan turned back to the brothers, her smirk unwavering.

“Well, gentlemen,” she said smoothly, “it looks like you’ll have an interesting week ahead. Make sure they don’t disappoint.”

The brothers cheered, their excitement palpable as Ryan pulled out his phone, already drafting the infamous roster that would seal the pledges’ fate.