Sorority Rush Week: Hazing Ritual

Harmony and Jaye laze around the party, drinks in hand, comparing notes on rush week like they’ve done it a hundred times. Harmony’s glass runs dry, and she bellows for a pledge to fill it. Ivy Wolfe scurries over, obeys, then sinks back beside Judy Jolie, who’s strung tight and trembling. In walks Kasey, already complaining her glass isn’t full. A laugh cuts through the room—‘That’s what pledges are for.’ Kasey snaps, points, tells the quaking Judy to fill her up. ‘Y-yes, ma’am,’ Judy manages. She hands the glass over with shaky fingers, and Kasey rails her for being slow, questions whether a scaredy-cat like that could ever be Gamma Masta Beta material. Harmony and Jaye pile on, voices slicing Judy open while Ivy watches, stomach twisting. When Ivy can’t stomach it any longer, she steps in front of Judy and offers to keep every sister’s glass topped off. The girls trade stunned looks—then the questions fly, sharp and mean. Harmony sneers that maybe the pledges are secret dykes. Kasey doubles down: if they love each other so much, they should hold hands. Ivy and Judy lace fingers, Ivy murmuring that quick obedience means faster escape. The sisters snicker, certain the pledges are whispering filthy things. Kasey grins, yanks Ivy’s top down, then orders Ivy to strip Judy in turn. Off comes Judy’s shirt, off comes her bra—small, stiff nipples bared to cruel laughter as tears brim in her eyes. Ivy’s had enough. She snaps, storms out; Judy bolts after her. Behind a closed bedroom door, the party’s racket fades to bass thumps through drywall. ‘That was the grossest party I’ve ever seen,’ Judy breathes. Ivy asks why she bothered pledging. Judy’s high-school friend dragged her in and never warned her about this shit. ‘Some friend,’ Ivy mutters. Silence thickens. Judy thanks her for stepping up; Ivy shrugs it off, but Judy insists she gave her the courage. Their knees touch, breaths slow, eyes locked. Ivy inches closer, kisses her. The first touch is careful; the second isn’t. Judy lets Ivy lead—lips parting, tongues sliding—until Ivy peels off the bra and sucks hard nipples, turning soft whimpers into open moans. Clothes hit the floor, Ivy spreads Judy’s thighs and buries her tongue in her virgin pussy, lapping slow circles around the swollen clit while Judy arches, head back, gasping. Later, tangled and breathless, two pledges who’ll never wear Greek letters find something tighter than any sisterhood, something raw and real in the dark.