WARNING: This story is fiction, but it contains a lot of scat references. So, if you don’t like that topic, do not read this story.

Slut Sorority initiation – Eta Mi Pi sorority

Beginning

It was the end of summer and my BFF from high school, Brittany, and me (Chelsey) headed off to Summer Orientation for our start of college. It is a small, state supported college and B, as I call her, and I thought it would be best to go to a small school to take the basic courses. Then, if we like school, and we find an area of study we want, we can continue at a larger, more well-known college. At least that is what we were thinking, anyway.

B and I pulled up to the University Center on campus and registered for Freshman orientation. We had already been accepted by the school, so it was just a question of finding out what was going on and where everything was located. We passed a table with some very pretty girls sitting at it with a sign to invite newcomers to their Sorority get together that night. We spoke with the girls at the sorority party table. They really seemed nice. They gave us a map on how to find the sorority house. It was a few blocks from campus. We could walk there later. They told us to dress very casually. It was an outdoor event.

“Hey, B, that sounds like fun. Let’s sign up to go”. Brittany was less of a party person than me, but she willingly signed up with me. B is a very pretty girl with thick, shoulder length dark hair and brown eyes. She has the kind of figure that all of us want, slim waist, curvy ass, and nice natural tits. She and I almost wear the same size, so it is great having her as a friend, since she doubles my wardrobe. She must have Italian blood in her heritage because she has a rich olive complexion and large dark nipples. Her pubic hair was rather course and thick, so she had it all Lasered off last winter. She was tired of looking like a bison down there. Now she is as bare as a baby.

I, by nature, do not have much pubic hair to deal with. I am a dark blonde, and my crotch has naturally light pubic hair that I keep trimmed very short. I shape it in a landing strip because it is easy to maintain. My tits are a bit bigger than B’s and I am also blessed with very pert and sensitive nipples. They give me away any time I am aroused. I hate to wear a bra, so my nipples are just part of what people see when I show up. She and I are both about 5ft 6” and we weigh about the same too, around 110 to 115 pounds. We were on the soccer team together in high school and stayed very fit playing that sport. We will certainly join some intramural teams to keep in shape.

“Hey Chelsey, time to go to the party, girl”, B reminded me after we had come back from walking the campus. “I need to change, so give me a minute”, I said. I chose a white, thin tank top and some cargo shorts to wear. I thought this would be a perfect outfit for an evening outside. Brittany was wearing a pullover collared golf shirt and shorts, but the shorts were cut very high, and her ass cheeks poked out when she bent over. I could see the thin outline of her tiny panties, cupping her butt. She looked great, as usual.

We found the Sorority house. This was the Eta Mi Pi Sorority, and they seemed like a fun group. We were handed a beer and a name tag and were shown the house. It had a large downstairs meeting room and kitchen. Upstairs were a lot of small dormitory type rooms that many of the girls lived in.



We were shown the outdoor area where there was a game of Corn Hole going on. I am pretty good at games, so I told our hostess, Jan, that we wanted to play. Jan put B and me on a team, and we started the next round. The rules were to drink a cup of beer, then try to toss a bean bag into the net of the corn hole platform. We had three tries each. I got two in. B was not as lucky and missed all three times. She had to drink another cup of beer. I think I think I will like playing these games.

We played for maybe 20 minutes and already had several cups of beer and were feeling no pain. The other girls were not quite as good at hitting the target, but they all had more beer than me. We were getting frisky and high fiving each other on this 4-person team as the beer made us all more friendly.

The Sorority president stood up and announced that Friday would start the pledge weekend. Anyone who wanted to join had to meet here at 3pm, after orientation was over, and start the process of joining. I did not see any reason not to join, so I convinced Brittany to sign up with me. Today was Wednesday, so we had two days of orientation and then the sorority stuff started on Friday. I could hardly wait.

Friday afternoon came quickly. Brittany and I wore shorts and cute tank tops to the sorority house. My breasts were jiggling, as they always do without a bra, and my nipples were prominent since I was excited to learn about sorority life. We were escorted by a member to the outdoor area where more games were set up. We again were handed a beer and shown where the keg was. I planned to drink plenty, since it was still warm outside, and I was already thirsty.

We got in line to play Corn Hole again. But this time the rules were a bit different. If we missed getting a bean bag in the target, we had to drink another beer, of course, but we had to remove a piece of clothing also! Shit. Strip Korn Hole? I didn’t have much to lose, so I had to concentrate when tossing the beanbag. I think the target was further away than when we played at the introduction party because I missed all but one. At least I did not have to take anything off. But poor Brittany missed all three and had to take off her tank top. She did not wear a bra either, so was baring her lovely breasts. The game continued and we each had to keep drinking beer before we tossed the next round of beanbags. By this time all of the other girls had lost their tops, and one was just in her panties. But she seemed to be enjoying herself.

A couple of rounds later and I had lost my top and shorts. B was also only wearing panties since she also lost her shorts and top. We looked at each other and wondered how long this game would continue. I was losing my ability to focus, and my naked tits were on display to the other girls. My nipples were rock hard. I gulped another beer and accidentally dripped foamy liquid all down my chest.

Brittany downed a beer and missed all three attempts and had to lose her panties. I missed also, so both of us were now completely naked in front of all these other girls. It was only then that I noticed that every girl in this pledge class was also naked. It was amazing that all of us were about the same size and shape. I wonder if we had been ***********ed to be in this sorority only based on our looks?

Jan, the leader called time out and those who lost their clothing should put them in the box she was holding. In a box? “We can’t get dressed?” I asked. Jan said, “No, sweetheart, that would defeat the purpose of playing our game. We have new challenges for you!” She continued. “The next game is for you to run into the University Center cafeteria and grab a fork or spoon and bring it to us. You have 15 minutes to run over there, right now, and grab one.”

“Are you kidding?” I pleaded. “We are all naked! Won’t we get arrested or something?”

“On your mark, get set, and GO!” Jan yelled.

All the other pledges seemed OK with this task, so B and I just gutted it up and ran over to the UC. We passed dozens of students along the way, as you would expect, since it was Friday afternoon. My tits were bouncing as we quickly ran to find a spoon. My nipples were rock hard, and my chest was pink with embarrassment and arousal. I have never been naked in public before, and this was dreadful but thrilling at the same time. B and I ran together. I watched her out of the corner of my eye and saw her breasts bouncing around excitedly. She had a strange grin on her face. We dashed thru the doors of the cafeteria and found the silverware trays. We both grabbed one and made a bee line out of the place. I crashed into a male student as I tried to get thru the doors to leave. We both got knocked to the ground, tangled together. I bet that was the best crash he’s ever been in. I just smiled as I apologized.

We all made it back to the sorority house with no other incidents and were laughing at the idea of having done that. My cooch was very wet and stimulated. Maybe the sorority life will be fun.

We all turned in our silverware, and sat in the folding chairs outside, still naked. “Now, girls, we have a fun event that might tell us about your dating history. We have a long rubber dildo here that you are going to deep throat. You will shove it as far down your throat as possible and hold it for 5 seconds. We will mark on the dildo with a marker pen where your lips are. Then write down your measurement. The winner will get to put on an article of clothing.” “Geez”, I said to the girl standing near me. “I don’t know how to deep throat. I never dated anyone long enough to care to learn to do that”.

All of us “pledges”, as they were calling us now, lined up. One by one we tried to deep throat that plastic dick. I could hardly get any of it down my throat. But after we were all done, I was in about the middle of the pack. A couple of the girls could deep throat that dildo all the way to their stomachs, apparently.

A chart was shown to us with all eight of the pledge’s names. And next to their name was how deep they could take that rubber dildo. “Now we know who the experienced sluts are, girls!”, announced Jan. “The girls who can take a dick that far down their throat are real keepers for their men! The top three of you get to put your panties back on. Those girls ran up to Jan and dug around the box until they found their own panties. As I watched I realized that any one of these girls could be a playboy model. I never really thought I liked the idea of being with a female but seeing these girls made my nipples tingle.

One of the girls asked Jan if we could take a bathroom break. We had been drinking beer and all of us had to pee badly. Jan said, “glad you brought that up, ladies. You will be peeing into this ice chest, right here. Everyone. You do not have permission to piss anywhere but in this container.

“You gotta be kidding me?”, B said in my ear. “What is the point of that?”. I told her I had no idea, but I had to piss badly. We each took turns squatting over the empty ice chest and unloaded our bladders. Soon it was about one third full of the yellow liquid.

Then Jan said, “bring over the beer keg”. She had two girls bring the keg to her and place it next to the piss filled ice chest. “Now, fill the ice chest to about half full of beer”. That was done, and I whispered to B, “What a waste of perfectly good beer”.

Then Jan said to the group, “OK, from now on, you will be drinking this beer/piss mixture. Just dip it out with your cup. Toast yourselves for being different than non-sorority girls!”

Holy shit. This is crazy stuff. I did not want to drink that crap. But Brittany calmly stepped up and dipped out a glass of the hazy mixture. She tipped her glass to me and drank it down. “Well, hell, if you can do it, so can I, B”, and I scooped up a glassful of the nasty blend and drank it in one long attempt. It really wasn’t that bad.

Jan announced that the evening was about over but for everyone to keep drinking the beer/piss until it was gone, then we could get dressed. I was anxious to put panties on, at least, so I downed another two glasses of the mixture. Soon the ice chest was empty, and we all got dressed and went to where we were staying. Jan told us to be back here in the morning to continue learning to be a sorority pledge. As we left, she handed each of us a large Tupperware with a lid. “One more thing, girls, you will only use this container to shit and piss in. You better bring it back with something in it tomorrow”.

I was shocked. I could not understand what the hell this was all about. Maybe they want to see how obedient we were. Will they reject anyone who is not compliant? I could care less about whether I shit in the container or in a toilet. It was all the same to me. Just weird.

The second day

Brittany and I slept as long as we could before needing to get up and going. We both had hangovers from the beer, and I found some aspirin for us. I had to piss and take a shit, so I used the Tupperware as instructed, then hopped in the shower. Brittany followed my lead and then we got dressed. We found a coffee shop and discussed our opinions about this sorority thing while being sober and alert. Brittany was OK with what we had been told to do so far but was not sure about the piss drinking. She thought it was weird, but not unpleasant. I agreed, but my suspicions were that this was a way to cull out the girls who won’t go along.

We arrived late morning at the Eta Mi Pi sorority house. It was buzzing with activity. Jan was standing in the middle of the big room. She told all of us that the first challenge today was going to be exciting. “It is breezy today, and that makes this next activity more fun!” she said cheerfully. Another girl handed each of us pledges a very small, frilly skirt. It was nearly see-thru and it was made of very light material. Jan told each of us to remove our shorts and put on the skirt. My skirt was barely long enough to cover my ass. I guessed we were going to put on a dance performance.

Jan said for us to load up in a few vehicles. We were headed downtown to a busy area. It was nearly lunchtime now and there would be a lot of visitors to the area who love to come downtown to eat in the outdoor restaurants. “You will each carry one of these cardboard boxes and you will walk down a few of the sidewalks in front of the restaurants. Then cross a few streets, then make a loop and come back. Oh, and take off your panties now, and hand them to me”.

“What’s in the box?” asked one of the girls. “Nothing”, Jan said.