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Sorority Hazing Drinking Party
The infamous drinking initiation had been a legend about the Suk Cum But sorority for years. It was also, with good reason, the favorite tradition of not just Suk Cum But’s brother fraternity but the entire college campus. And it was already well underway.
The 16 terrified freshmen pledges to Suk Cum But had already surrendered their dignity to an unpardonable, mentally traumatizing degree, and it was going to get four hundred times worse. They were standing, naked but for their panties, in front of more the 60 jeering frat brothers. Under the direction of the cruel older sorority girls, the boys had just spent the last hour criticizing the young girls bodies.
They had arrived at school only two days earlier.
“Man, I thought she was gorgeous when she first got to school. But look at those tits. Saggy like an old whore,” sneered one of the jocks, roughly grabbing one of the girls firm, beautiful breasts.
The frat brother was talking about Jenny, a beautiful Irish red head. She was an extremely sweet girl, and very religious. She had a boyfriend for a year but only allowed him to get to first base. Yet here was an asshole who was handling her like a piece of meat and she said nothing. She felt sick to her stomach.
The other girls got it just as bad, or worse.
“Look at this one’s face! She looks like a mutant!”
“Haha! Yeah dude. Definitely a candidate for burlap sac fucking.”
“Yeah, or at least from behind if you don’t have nothing.”
“Eww. This one’s legs are all stubbly. Nasty hippie girl. Too good to shave for us? I’m gonna pull down your panties and see if you keep your pussy in better condition. Got anything to say?”
She didn’t.
“Ewwww. Look at that girl’s hairy bush. Gross.”
“Ass only for hippie girl!!”
“Hell yeah!”
“Hey blondie, your ass if flabby.”
“No tits. Looks like a man.”
The girls who got it the worst, of course, were the girls who were overweight. The elder sorority sisters of Suk Cum But had already selected one chubber to make an example of. After all, the sorority had to maintain a reputation for hot sluts. They let less attractive girls pledge, but only so that the frat boys had girls to vent their most depraved urges unto. There was never a chance of them getting in the frat.
Her name was Martha. She was short, with short blonde hair, a chubby little belly, round face, and big tits. She was squatting in front of the entire frat as she had been ordered to do, squatting as though she was taking a shit. Her thick thighs ached from the effort of keeping herself up. She was bright red with her hairy pussy on display. The cruel sorority sisters sure knew how to ruin a girl.
Samantha, a senior and a sadist with jet black hair that hung around her face in a hipster look, felt her pussy moisten as she stared at the chubby, humiliated college freshman squatting before her. She was wearing tight jeans and a Ramones shirt. Samantha hadn’t gotten laid in a couple weeks and was feeling restless, feeling like being cruel.
She approached Martha and knelt beside her. Martha glances at her, blushed, and than looked straight forward again. Samantha grinned and leaned forward to whisper in her ear.
“You know what fatties like you are good for? Two things. You know what they are cow?”
Martha felt rage rise from her aching thighs through the humiliation in her stomach. She wanted to slap this bitch. How could this older girl, who was supposed to be a guiding older sister, be so cruel? But Martha didn’t say a thing.
“Taking it in the ass, and licking ass.”
For a split second the thought of licking ass flashed through Martha’s mind and she felt the bile rise up in her throat.
“You know how many rolls of toilet paper we have in this house? None. Zero. Just your tongue. Maybe, if you’re lucky, you and one other girl.”
Martha thought she would throw up. This bitch couldn’t be serious. The prospect of licking asses was horrible enough… but what this girl was describing…
“Yeah, that’s right you fat ugly cow. 25 guys live in this house. Ever think about how many shits a houseful of frat boys takes? Well you’re gonna find out piglette. That is, if you count every hairy asshole you clean.
I’ve heard putting your face in a boy’s sweaty crack changes you. I hear the taste of the first dirty rectum you munch stays with you forever. Hehe. Guess you’ll find out.”
Martha’s head was already spinning before Samantha began to explain that the frat boys were allowed to plow her tight virgin butt whenever they felt like it.
***
The other girls were listening and watching as Samantha verbally tormented Martha. Jenny, the Irish Catholic red head, was thanking God that she wasn’t in Martha’s position. She was still, however, sick with terror. Somewhere in the back of her brain she knew she was going to be forced to fuck these boys, or at least suck one, but she pushed the horrible thought away.
Samantha addressed the room. “I’ll bet you girls are all thanking your lucky stars you’re not a fatty like Martha here,” with this she savagely grabbed a fistful of Martha’s pussy hair and yanked, causing the humiliated freshmen to yelp in pain. Then she shoved her middle finger roughly into Martha’s dry ass hole, making her squeal like a stuck pig.
“But don’t count your chickens yet, pledges. You’re all going to be living in this frat house for the next year, and you’re all going to have to perform certain… duties.”
There wasn’t a single freshman who wanted to continue. Not one wanted anything to do with these sadistic girls or horrible horny boys anymore. They would have run naked from the house if the could. But the stories of what happened to girls who tried to drop out of SUK CUM BUT initiation turned the stomach.
“Here’s how this works,” Samantha continued, “we’re going to have a drinking contest. You drop out when you throw up or refuse to keep drinking. The sooner you drop out, the worst your jobs this week will be.”
Two large wooden tables were revealed. They were covered completely in red solo cups. The girls approached the table. The cups were filled to the very brim with a foul smelling yellowing liquid.
“A great mixed drink,” Samantha giggled. “Half frat boy piss and half PBR. You have five minutes per cup.”
Two girls, a Jewish American Princess with curly black hair and an elegant girl with beautiful black skin who was a princess in her African home land refused outright. The other girls saw what happened to them.
They were duct taped tightly, so tightly there was no possibility of movement or escape, to the urinals in the frat bathroom. Their hair was savagely tied to the metal flusher of the urinals, keeping their necks bent uncomfortably and their face toward the ceiling.
Worst of all, their jaws were wired widely open.
“When you refuse to do something,” Samantha explained, “the punishment is going to be far worse. No one is going to unstrap these girls for the next three days.
The two girls began to make frantic mewing noises through their stretched mouths.
“Oh don’t worry babies. You can survive three days on nothing but piss. Granted, it’s not the healthiest diet in the world, so you’re not going to feel great afterwards. Probably gonna feel pretty sick actually. Might get nauseous the first time you get a mouthful of stinky pee, the first time it all goes swirling around in your prissy bellies.”
As Samantha led the horrified freshman out two large drunk frat boys came in, leering at the passing girls.
“Oh sweet! New urinals!”
The co-eds tried to scream.
“I love the expressions on the new ones!”
There was the sound of flies unzipping, a moment’s pause, and then the sound of a thick stream of yellow piss striking teen girl tongue.
***
The next girl to drop out was a prissy bitch named Angel. She spit out the foul mixed drink the moment it passed her lips. She was assigned to assist Martha as an ass licker. They were both roughly ducked taped naked on cots next to the frat toilets on the main floor.
The next four girls dragged down a cup or two. The boys would be allowed to fuck their asses whenever they pleased for the rest of the week.
The next three girls drank a full three cups of the foul stuff. And for that they earned nothing more than the free use of their teen pussies. Jennifer clutched her stomach. She burped and tasted frat boy pee. Her head spun. She was a little drunk from the beer and the effects mixed horrible with the taste and smell and humiliation. All she wanted was to get away, to throw up and rinse her mouth and shower and drink juice.
Jennifer turned to leave but a giggling frat boy grabbed her and pulled her toward an empty room. She realized, with horror, that she was going to lose her virginity like this, stomach swimming with horrible piss.
It was going to be a very long year for the pledges of Cum Suk But.
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