Sigma Lambda Upsilon Tau, Halloween

I made a mistake. There are eighteen girls in Sigma Lambda Upsilon Tau. Four of us are freshman. There are at least four Sigma Lambda Upsilon Tau parties every month. That means, I’m the sacrificial SLUT at least once a month.

At least tonight, I’m not alone. It’s the Sigma Lambda Upsilon Tau Halloween party. Tonight the sorority is sacrificing four girls, one freshman, one sophomore, one junior and one senior. It’s me, Amanda, Megan and Cindy. Apparently Amanda is my sponsor—she controlled my vibrator at the last party. Megan is Amanda’s sponsor and I suppose that means Lara is Megan’s. We’re four classes of Sigma Lambda Upsilon Tau girls being humiliated together.

Except Cindy doesn’t look humiliated. She’s got some kind of six inch vibrating plug in her butt and a rabbit. I don’t think she’s come yet. She must be used to this. I’m NOT!

Oh God. Oh God. Oh God. I don’t know how Cindy stands it. The egg lodged in me pulses to the beat of the music. My whole body pulses to the beat of the music. My clit sparks. My nipples ache. I yank at the fuzzy cuffs binding me to the bar above my head making it rattle on the stand. The other tributes look at me and I think I see pity on Megan’s face.

Humiliation blisters me from toes to nose. I try to close my legs. I can’t. My right ankle is bound to the stand. My left ankle is shackled to Amanda’s right. Our spacing is such that all four of us have to stand with our feet more than a yard apart. When I pull on the blonde next to me, she pulls back. We’re right in the middle of the room. Any person can just walk up and touch us. There’s rules. Party goers are not supposed to hurt us. They can’t mark our skin. They can’t leave bruises. They can’t put their fingers in us without permission. We can’t stop them. Our only defense is our unbound sisters who aren’t entirely reliable. It’s too much.

I come.

I squeak.

I come.

I hiccup.

I tears leak from my eyes. I drench my panties. I can’t stop coming.

There’s a sharp whap. Sting erupts in my butt. I jolt. I hiccup. I’m still on edge, but I don’t titter over. I gasp for air. I try not to hyperventilate. I shift and rock my core trying to escape the vibrating beat in my box. I can’t. Beside me Amanda is hanging from her cuffs shaking and sweating in place. Like the cheerleader skirt some frat douchecanoe removed without my permission, the skirt of her super skimpy boarding school costume is on the floor still hooked to one ankle, because, of course, they didn’t fully free us when they pulled our skirts down. Beside her, Wonder Woman Megan falls off the cliff. Even French maid Cindy’s eyes look desperate and glassy. My humiliating display hadn’t just been too much for me it’d been too much for all of us.

Someone behind me lays a hand just above my knee. His skin is rough. It’s callused. It’s broken. Unicorn sparkles pop and fizzle over my flesh as he trails his hand up the inside of my thigh. The girl lube that’s leaked from my panties is like ewgross but there’s like zero I can do about it. The manboy bumps right up to my back. His hand slides up to my juncture. He fingers my opening through the drenched material of my panties and palms my right butt cheek.

“So good to see you again, Kenzie,” Collin’s tenor purrs in my ear. His lips are so close I feel the warm wash of his breath across my cheek.

I jerk and rattle at my bindings. I try to dislodge his hand from my center but of course I can’t. It’s the second time my crush has come to a Sigma Lambda Upsilon Tau party this year. It’s the second time I’ve been the sacrificial slut. Does he plan it or do I just have stupendously unlikely bad luck? He’s so close I can smell that woodsy fir and cedar sent that clings to him. The man smell under that does something to me and there’s like this screw that tightens in my launch button. His finger feathers me. A desperate sound escapes my lips. I’m not going to orgasm. I’m going to go insane!

“Col,” I squeak.

“Do you need help, Kenzie?”

Help orgasming? No. Help humiliating myself? No, again. I’m doing both of those things just fine on my own, thank you very much. Help getting me out of my cuffs? Yes. Help getting that vibrating devil ball out of me? Please, please, oh God, please! Removing your hand from my not so private, private place? Yes? No? Ohmigod, I don’t know! I don’t like it there—but I do.

Collin reaches around me as spreads a hand over my bare belly. I’m wearing a sortasporty balconette and a super crop top sweatshirt—so I’m bare from the top of my thong to the bottom of my boobs. y cheerleader, right? That’s what I was going for when I put my Halloween costume together. I did not know I was tonight’s sacrifice—again! Collin uses my middle to pull me back into his chest. It’s solid. And warm. And musclely. I like that. I kinda melt.

He nuzzles my neck. My head falls left. He kisses the tender juncture between the column of my throat and my collar bone. I don’t kinda melt. I melt. I’m like girl splatter.

I feel his muscles tense but there’s no strain as he take the weight I can no longer support. He nips me and sucks. I jerk at my bonds once more. He slides a thick finger up and down my seam. Every time he reaches my apex, I spark and jolt. Every time he presses against my entrance, I leak. My nips twist up so tight I don’t know how they don’t poke holes in my bra.

He kisses up the shell of my throat. Nips and licks the flesh along my jaw. His hand slides up my belly, pushes off my left cup and tugs a nipple.

I thrash in my bonds. “Collin,” I squeak. I don’t believe boobgasms are real, but I might be wrong. I’m close. He pinches and twists. It feels good. It hurts. He was supposed to ask before he did that. I think. But my sisters don’t seem to care. I’m not capable of saying, “no,” to anything he wants at the moment. If he asked to put his thumb in my butt, I’d say, “yes,” right now. I’m a virgin there. Like totally. Nothing as has ever gone in my out exit, but Collin can do anything he wants to me. Like kiss me. I want Collin to kiss me.

“Ki—ss” I stutter when he lips the little gold hoops in my ears. He tugs the peak of my boob at the same time and a jolt runs from my nip to my clit. Flash fire heat races up my spine to detonate in the most primitive part of my lady brain. I simultaneously try to sink into and escape the sensations. That’s when I realize I’m feeling something I’ve never felt before. The pad of his thumb, it must be his thumb, is pushing my wetwipe panties in a slow circle around my out exit. That shouldn’t feel good. Oh God, how does that feel so good? “Me!” I finally gasp.

Collin has to lean over my shoulder. I have to lean back. He sucks my bottom lip into his mouth and…bites. I squirm, putting more pressure on my tail. Oh fricking fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck.

I like it. Pleasure blooms against my tail. I like it too fricking much. I forget every last thing I’ve ever known about what makes a good kiss and maul Collin’s mouth. We tangle tongues. We share air. I can’t get enough. It’s the kiss I’ve dreamed about for the past four years. He didn’t even kiss me at the party last month when he made me come my brains out. Everything downstairs goes haywire. Everything upstairs short circuits. Best. Kiss. Ever.

Collin breaks the kiss. I try to chase him, but I’m shackled and cuffed. I struggle to reach him.

Collin chuckles and Oh. My. God. The reverb. It does things to me. Good things. Wicked things. Really hot, tingly, I’m going to come my brains out again things.

“May I?” he asks. He’s tugging the wedgie string on my thong. I don’t know if he’s asking to bare me downstairs or if I want a finger in my butt. I’d rather he did both in my bedroom. Or neither. Anywhere. But the whole point of me being bound and displayed in the middle of the livingroom of my sorority is for me to humiliate myself for the viewing pleasure of our partygoers. I’m the entertainment. I’m the boy magnet. I’m the live porn.

I’ve done the dumbest things since the start of the school year. Yay, college!

“Okay.” My voice is breathy with fear and…desire? I’m not sure I can be heard over all ninetyfive decibels of MKTO on the stereo so I nod. I’m going to be mortified. That’s a given. I might as well be humiliated while macking on the boy whose name I helplessly cry when my vibrator gets me off.

God this crush is embarrassing.

I wonder if he knows.

I wonder if that’s why he’s here.

I wonder how my panties got around my knees. Oh, frigging a—fuck! His big, fat, callused hockey jock finger enters my love tunnel. It feels so good. It feels so bad. I rock—desperate. Frat boys—and some girls too—are taking pics. My video will be on porntube tomorrow. Pressure balloons on my tail. I go up on my toes. I try to escape.

“Breathe, Kenzie.” He says the words right in my ear. I feel the warm moisture of his breath. I breathe.

It’s the exact wrong thing to do. My body relaxes. My core expands. I feel a gentle pop in by butt and Collin’s thumb is in my ass. He rubs his thumb and forefinger through my wall.

I scream.

And come.

I hiccupsqueak.

And come.

I squirt.

And come.

He pinches my nipple.

I come.

Collin kisses me. It’s the best feeling ever. I mean it. The best! Way better than what’s going on downstairs.

I black out.

***

I’m warm. I’m cuddly. There’s sun shining in through my bedroom window. I can feel it. It’s bright—even behind my eyelids.

On a yawn, I stretch. I wince. My core hurts like I’ve done a hundredandfortysevenmillion planks. Everything downstairs feels…tender. The last time this happened, Collin had been in my bed.

I open my eyes. I’m alone. No, that’s not right. My roommate is in the bunk above me. I can smell the alcohol that did her in. But there’s no muslely arm looped over my chest. There’s no hand groping my boob. There’s no hard plane of muscle propping up my back. There’s no morning wood denting my butt. I sit up.

Ow. Ow. My abs hurt. I should start a new workout fad. The Sigma Lambda Upsilon Tau orgasm abs workout. I wonder how many dollars I can make. Forcing my brain back to the here and now, I take stock of myself.

It’s morning. Duh. It’s early enough I don’t hear any of my sisters moving about the house. It’s late enough for the sun to be streaming it my window. I’m wearing a really big teeshit I don’t recognize—and nothing else. The shirt smells like firs and cedars and Collin. It’s cotton and comfy and I want to wear it forever. I’m not crusty or sticky downstairs so while I have zero memories of what happened after Collin kissed me to death—Oh God, can we do that again? Please?—someone must’ve cleaned me up. Someone must’ve put me to bed. A blush blisters my skin, because someone must’ve been named Collin.

There’s a note on my nightstand.

Kz,

Sorry I couldn’t stick around. Have an away game. Had to be on the bus early. I wish I could’ve been there when you woke up, even if it meant a broken jaw… I blush again. My elbow hit him so hard last time, but who wakes up with her crush groping her boob? Not me. Not ever. I hadn’t expected it. …I can’t wait until your… He underlined your. …next party. I mean it. I can’t wait. What are you doing Thursday evening? I need to see you. Hookup for dinner? Date?

Col

His number is printed below.

Oooooh. I clutch the note to my heart. My feet drum on the floor. I don’t mean to wake anyone but I can’t contain my excitement. Collin wants to see me. Me! Maybe it’s just because I’m a Sigma Lambda Upsilon Tau slut and he thinks he’ll get to fuck me. That’s okay. I can deal with that, so long as he kisses me. It’s not like my sisters aren’t going to get me fucked in public at one of our parties anyway, because who am I kidding, how many of these parties can I do before I lose my virginity. This whole hazing thing wasn’t like a surprise. It had been explained—sorta. I’d agreed to it.

I get up but don’t bother dressing. Even nude underneath, Collin’s shirt is way more decent on me than what I wasn’t wearing last night. I ease out of my shared room and head downstairs. Unsurprisingly, it’s disaster. There’s redsolo cups everywhere. Spilt beer. Barf in one of the planters. Boxers. Panties. Shirts. Skirts. Bras. I need coffee, but I pick up some of the easier crap on my way to the kitchen. I need to study—I am in college—and cleanup duty is the pits. Cindy is in the kitchen.

“You don’t need to do that,” she says as I dump a heap of trash in the wastebasket. “Tribute is exempt from cleanup.”

Huh, nobody told me that last time. She sets a mug of coffee she just poured on the counter for me. I pick it up with both hands. I inhale.

“Thank you.”

“Your welcome.” Cindy’s watching me over the top of her coffee. “Quite a show last night.”

Heat swamps me from cheek to cheek—face to butt. I duck my head and use the dark curtain of my hair to hide.

“Look McKenzie, I can’t tell you how, or why, I suppose it’s our stupid parties, but every last one of us girls that live in this house end up sluts. You’re still a virgin and yet your halfway there.” Cindy takes a sip of her coffee. “Some of us are special sluts. There’s always at least one butt slut in the house. That’s me—except I’m going to graduate. Amanda’s…” Cindy presses her lips together in a small frown and rocks her head side to side, one time. “…okay with it, but it doesn’t excite her. No one else is even vaguely interested. You liked Collin’s thumb in your butt. Your sisters are going to expect something bigger up there next time your tribute. I suggest you practice.”

Oh. My. God. Really?

“Um…I have to be fucked in the butt? At a party?” My cheeks are so, so hot.

Cindy’s lips twitch. “Not yet. Maybe someday, but not yet. But beads and plugs and dildos, they’re a thing. You want to be ready.”

Something balls up in my chest. Maybe Collin would fuck my butt. A warm La Croix fizzle tickles my core. I clench. Ow.

I’m such a slut.

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