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“New pledge?” Stede asks, sugar-sweet. She’s got the kind of sickly condescending popular girl voice Izzy’s been on the receiving end of so many times in her life. A voice that says, oh, sweetheart. Darling. Bless your heart. Stede’s eyes sweep over Izzy, a clinical up-and-down that has Izzy biting at the inside of her cheek to keep from grimacing.
“A little rough around the edges, aren’t you?” It’s rhetorical, so Izzy doesn’t answer. “Lucky that Ed’s the one who recommended you,” she continues, practical, powder-blue heels clicking as she circles Izzy like a fucking shark, “don’t think I’d take a second look at you, otherwise.” Izzy’s face goes red-hot in a second flat. This Stede is, at least, more honest than any other bitch who’s ever decided Izzy wasn’t worth the dirt under her fingernails.
“Lucky me,” Izzy drawls, watching the way Stede’s eyes go narrow, calculating, before slipping sideways into that same, dewy mask as the door opens.
“Hope you didn’t start the fun without us,” Ed says, shucking her jacket at the door. She toes out of her boots with little anxious hops, isn’t making eye contact with Stede, whose attention has quickly shifted.
“Us?” Stede chirps.
The door bangs open behind Ed and another woman comes stumbling in, wearing a cowboy hat and boots and very little else.
“Did I miss anything?” The girl asks, flashing a winning smile that drips with sleaze, “names Rackham, by the way. Call me Jack.” She winks at Izzy, openly flirtatious.
“Jack’s not pledging,” Stede says, flat.
“No,” Ed says, looking sideways at Jack.
“Oh, fuck no, baby,” Jack laughs, “I don’t have that kind of money. I’m just here to check out the fresh meat.”
Izzy feels a little shiver go through her body. She had an idea of what hazing was like for this sorority, had heard stories, but Ed had insisted that things were significantly less rowdy these days since her girlfriend had joined as co-president. Izzy was developing a suspicion that Ed wasn’t the most reliable report of her girlfriend’s sense of cruelty.
“She’ll behave herself,” Ed promises, scruffing Jack around the neck and giving her a little shake.
“Well then, let’s not waste any more time. Strip,” Stede orders, dropping dramatically onto a chaise lounge, the same blue as her shoes.
“Not very imaginative,” Izzy says, shimmying her way out of her black jeans. Jack whoops, slaps her hands against her thighs excitedly.
“Woo! Take your top off!”
“You heard her,” Stede says. She swallows. “Let’s see what’s under there.”
Izzy rolls her eyes and tugs her sweater off over her head. The top few buttons of her button-up are already permanently undone, the swell of her breasts threatening the next few buttons in line as well. She undoes the lot of them, wishes she’d thought ahead, worn something less embarrassing.
“Cute,” Ed stage whispers, “not what I was expecting.” It’s a simple bra, one her mom bought her, a creamy white all over except for a little pink bow right between her breasts.
“Quaint,” Stede says, like it actually repulses her, “why don’t you keep that on. Sit down and take your bottoms off.” Izzy sighs, bizarrely relieved to keep her bra on, and awkwardly lowers herself to the floor. Stede slips to her knees behind her, watching hawk-like as Izzy wiggles out of her practical panties (hipsters cheerily stitched in pink with the day of the week - Saturday). Jack whistles a low little sound.
“You just don’t see a full bush like that on girls these days,” Jack sighs dreamily.
“True, even Jack’s got a landing strip,” Ed laughs, but she’s also staring, looking appreciatively between Izzy’s legs. It’s too much. She tries to snap her legs closed, but Stede’s dainty hands, suddenly present and commanding , pull her back open by the knees. She tugs Izzy’s legs back until the lips of her cunt begin to part on their own, then, satisfied, she snaps for Jack to come and make herself useful. Jack happily pads over, taking Stede’s place.
“It’s disgusting, is what it is,” Stede says, slipping briefly behind the desk to fetch supplies - a towel, a bowl of water, a razor, “and we’re not going any further until we’ve dealt with your little personal hygiene problem.”
“It’s not a ‘personal hygiene problem’,” Izzy says, doing her best impression of Stede, which is perhaps a little whinier than the real thing, “I shower every day. Pubic hair is natural.”
“Okay, I guess we’ll all just roll around in the mud, then, hmm? Piss in the street?” She kneels between Izzy’s open legs, radiating a kind of furious, prissy anxiety. It’s not the kind of energy Izzy wants the woman wielding a blade near her pussy to have, but it doesn’t seem like she has any other mode. She does her best to relax as Stede leans in, pulls the skin of Izzy’s lips tight and begins to shave.
She’s meticulous about it and, thankfully, gentle. She applies cream frequently, avoids re-treading the same places with the razor, angles the blade to follow every curve and contour of Izzy’s groin. If it weren’t all done in the spirit of sadism, Izzy might even be appreciative of it. As it is, Stede finishes without any fanfare, unfolds a fresh towel and perfunctorily wipes Izzy down.
Izzy looks down at her bare pussy, a sight she hasn’t seen since the one and only time she tried shaving in high school, when all the cool girls started doing it. She’d quickly learned that she was not one of the cool girls, shaved pubes or no. It looks strange, feels strange, feels oversensitive and unprotected. Jack releases one of her knees to sneak a soft finger across her newly bare lips. Just that touch makes her body convulse and Jack chuckles low and dangerous against her ear.
“Like that, huh?”
“Okay!” Stede barks, “onto the main event!” She disappears behind the desk again, reappearing with, Izzy has to close her eyes and count to three, a bright purple dildo, thick as her wrist around and nearly the size of her forearm. Stede waggles it humorlessly, hefting it from hand to hand until she’s standing again at Izzy’s feet. She drops the dildo, suction-side down, and it hits the smooth, finished floor with a dull, reverberating thump. It wobbles on its base, swaying slowly from side to side, but it stays upright.
“I’m sure you know what to do with this,” Stede says, prim as ever.
“Yeah,” Izzy groans, slowly standing on shaky legs, “regular Saturday night for me.”
“I’m sure it is.”
Izzy rolls her eyes, arranges herself over the fucking thing. She considers asking for lube but reconsiders just as quickly. She hadn’t been offered any, and struggling was probably the whole point. Well, no point in making Bonnet wait.
She lowers herself slowly, one hand on the head of the monstrous thing, the other holding herself open. Her thighs start to burn as she guides the head against her hole and, Christ , it’s thick. It’s obviously the kind of thing you’d get as a joke for a bachelorette party, which checks out if Bonnet was the one to acquire it. Izzy’s had worse, though. Not that Bonnet needs to know.
She breathes, slow and deep, works herself over the intrusion, catching her clit every other thrust, letting her slick wet the tip and ease the glide. Every sensation feels bright and sudden on the newly-shaved skin, makes her shiver and tremble with every touch. When she feels herself start to loosen up, she lets the toy press in.
“ Fuck ,” Jack hisses from the floor, snaking a hand down the front of her daisy dukes, “she’s gonna do it.”
The flared head helps, even if the stretch is still impressive. Izzy eases herself down, just an inch at a time, pausing to pant, occasionally lifting herself all the way back up before pressing down again. It’s easier every time, the slide smoother, the thick length of the toy pushing insistently on her g-spot. She’s soaking wet and everyone in the room must be able to tell, with how comfortably she’s taking something so big.
“It’s not supposed to be,” Stede bites, “ pleasurable .” Izzy flinches at the sound of Stede’s voice and that little startled movement is enough to make the toy shift just right inside of her. She moans, and Stede makes an aggravated grunting sound that Izzy, maybe a little delirious, thinks is kind of hot. Maybe. Kind of.
Then Stede’s hands are on her, around her upper arms, lifting her up off the toy. Izzy gasps as it slips out of her, cunt clenching in its absence.
“Easy peasy,” Izzy mumbles, a little dazed.
“Ok, then!” Stede snaps. “Put it in your ass, now.” Izzy rocks backwards a little, stunned. The room goes quiet.
“Are you serious?”
“Yeah,” Stede says, blatantly unsure of herself, “if it’s so easy for you to take it up your pussy. Try a real challenge.” Ed edges close enough to touch Stede’s elbow, whispers something against her ear, throws a sympathetic look Izzy’s way.
“You’re insane,” Izzy says, flushing under Ed’s attention.
“Okay,” Stede hisses, dodging another whispered plea from Ed, “don’t do it if you’re so scared you can’t!”
Stupid. It would be stupid to let such obvious bait affect her. But there’s something about this girl that lights the wrong kind of fire in Izzy, kindles the desire to engage in the kind of sophomoric one-upmanship she’s avoided her entire life.
Izzy shakes Stede’s hands off of her and shoves three fingers into Stede’s open mouth, instead. Stede squawks, indignant, but Izzy’s fingers are gone already, slipping wet down the cleft of her ass.
“Oh, yuck,” Stede whines, watching Izzy finger her ass open, “there’s no way you can fit that in there.”
“I guess we’re about to find out, huh?” Izzy sneers, wincing at the new stretch. One of her fingers slips in easily enough, the second following quickly. The third is harder, but she swipes some of her own slick from her dripping cunt and that eases the way enough to fit another finger in. By then she’s impatient to try, positions herself back over the enormous toy.
“Still lubed up for ya,” Jack drawls, and, well, she’s right, at least. Izzy braces herself as she squats, the broad head of the dildo rubbing up against her hole and slipping right off of it. She uses one hand to steady it, eases herself back down again. But it’s no use. It’s not gonna fit.
“I don’t think it’s gonna fit,” Ed observes, sounding a little relieved, “good try though, mate.” A sudden overwhelming desire to succeed, to show off, to shame Stede - to fucking, what, impress Ed? - slams into Izzy with the full force of her lonely fucking year at college so far. She turns to Jack, the only one she can be sure will be game.
“Fuck me with it,” Izzy says, straight-faced. The look Jack gives her in return is positively radiant, a flower blooming under the sun’s sole attention.
“You won’t believe what I’ve got-” Jack shrugs her way out of her backpack, a strappy little brown leather thing, barely large enough to fit a composition book. She unties the knot holding it closed and fishes out a harness. A sturdy-looking one, too.
“Jesus Christ,” Stede sighs, turning to shove her face into Ed’s shoulder. Ed just laughs, pets her arms in a half-assed attempt to soothe her.
“It’s always ‘Jack’s irresponsible’, ‘Jack burned down one of the freshman dorms’, blah, blah, blah.” Jack unsticks the dildo from the floor to secure it instead through the front of her harness, the weight of it clearly throwing off her balance, “Nobody ever says, ‘Jack’s so resourceful, she always has her strap for some reason!’”
“God, shut up !” Izzy goes cold - she and Stede had said it at the same time. They both groan. “Jack, can you fuck me hard enough that I forget that happened?”
“Aye-aye, captain!”
Jack’s fingers are clever as they press into Izzy, now on her hands and knees on the wooden floor, opening her up again, more steady and focused than Izzy could’ve managed on her own. Jack gets four fingers in, flirts with tucking in a thumb but decides against it. Instead, she nudges up at Izzy’s hole with her new cock.
“Relax for me, baby,” Jack coos, one hand stroking Izzy’s side in long, reassuring movements, the other pushing that toy in, in, in, until finally the head breaches the rim of Izzy’s hole. She keens, eyes immediately flooding with tears just from the stretch-burn of it. Jack moans, thumb petting at the place where her cock disappears into Izzy, amazed. “That’s a good girl.”
Jack’s gentle all of five minutes, gently rocking into Izzy bit-by-bit, before Stede snaps an impatient get to it . Jack shrugs a little “what can you do” before easing out and pushing back in, no stopping this time, just the relentless deep stretch of cock in Izzy’s ass. She feels like she’s going crazy - it hadn’t felt half as big in her pussy, but now she thinks she’s going to burst, like Jack’s cock is going to keep going straight through her until it pops out of her fucking mouth.
And then before she can comprehend being full at all, Jack is easing out again then leaning forward and fucking into Izzy like it’s the only thing she knows how to do, rough and sloppy and brutally relentless. Izzy whines, can’t even find the rhythm to push back into Jack’s thrusts which just keep hammering on, shoving out any potential for Izzy to even consider doing anything else but laying there and taking it.
The cock’s big enough that even in her ass it’s hitting all the right places. Jack obviously knows what she’s doing, too, angling her thrusts down and forward, like she can hit Izzy’s clit from the back which, apparently, she fucking can. Izzy can’t stop moaning, her voice getting higher and tighter, more pathetic and desperate.
“No fucking way,” Jack laughs, “she’s gonna come like this.”
I am , Izzy thinks miserably, I’m gonna fucking come with this practical joke of a dildo in my ass . And then she does , comes with spectacular force, her brain going fuzzy like radio static, body lighting up like a fucking switchboard. But it won’t stop because Jack won’t stop, and she’s still laughing, fucking Izzy through her first orgasm and swiftly into a second.
“Stop!” Stede shrieks, and it really is a shriek, shrill and ear-splitting. It gets Jack to stop, and Izzy can’t help groaning, twisting helplessly on the end of her cock, buzzing with how close she is. Jack laughs good-naturedly, slaps her ass.
“Sorry, babe, boss says ‘red light’.”
“I’m not saying-“ Stede huffs, “I’m not saying we need to like stop stop, I’m just-! It’s funny if she comes and she like, hates it or whatever, but she’s obviously-” Stede waves a scandalized hand, “she’s enjoying herself.”
“Sorry,” Izzy grunts as she crawls forward, Jack’s cock tugging at the rim of her hole before popping out, bouncing cheerfully, “didn’t mean to derail your fun.”
“Don’t apologize, you don’t mean it!” Izzy leans forward onto her arms, muffling a laugh. There’s no way Stede doesn’t know how petulant she sounds. Izzy takes a deep breath before leaning back up, turning on hands and knees to look at Stede.
“Listen, hey,” she crawls to Stede’s feet, still in those little blue heels, “you’re right, I’m not sorry, you fucking psycho.” Izzy watches the scowl twist Stede’s features before she says, “what’s next on your stupid little hazing list?”
For the first time, Izzy meets Stede’s eyes and watches her go bright red. She’s fidgeting, chipping at the corner of her nails. Powder blue. The fucking color coordination on this girl.
“Nothing, um,” Stede glances away, “that’s it. End of the list.”
It’s clearly not.
“Come on, what is it? What kind of classical feminine bonding rituals were you going to invoke?” Stede’s eyes flit to Izzy, then back away. “Were you gonna spank me? Tie me up? Make me run naked through the quad?” Stede’s mouth twists with distaste. Interesting, none of those then.
“What, something boring? Make me lick your fucking pedigreed pussy?” Stede goes stiff, no poker face at all. Her eyes go shifty before she finally looks at Izzy again. Is she fucking sweating?
“I’m, uh, on my period, so,” Stede stammers, “I don’t think that’s happening.”
“Are you serious?” Izzy says, and she’s smiling before she even realizes she’s doing it. “You’re not gonna make me eat you out because you’re on your period ?”
“Of course not, it’s supposed to be humiliating, not-”
“What?” Izzy interrupts, smile going dangerous, “ disgusting ?”
Stede lets out a little terrified squeak as Izzy advances on her, runs two confident hands up the length of her smooth legs, the knobs of her knees, the pale insides of her thighs. Izzy shoulders Stede’s legs apart, tilts her head back and licks a bold, wet line from the bottom of her pretty blue panties straight to the hard nub of her clit.
“ Slut ,” Stede hisses, but she’s fisting one hand in Izzy’s hair, pulling her face snug up against her cunt. Izzy laughs, licks her again, wiggling her tongue against Stede’s hole through the fabric just to watch her shudder with it. She’s not much for teasing, though, hooks her thumb into the crotch of Stede’s panties and tugs it aside to lick at bare skin, the wet folds of Stede’s naked cunt.
“Yeah, and you like it,” Izzy purrs, snaking two fingers from her other hand into Stede, immediately pressing up and forward, a little testing nudge. She must hit it dead on her first try because Stede jerks, that bitchy look briefly washed from her face as she moans, throaty and involuntary. Izzy draws her fingers out and has to repress a laugh - they’re drenched, bloody and slick - before pushing in three.
Izzy manages a few strong pumps before she has to pull Stede down onto the floor with her. She lays her out on her back, crawls over Stede to get better leverage to fuck her on her fingers. Stede lets her do it, puts up minimal resistance except to make derogatory little sounds and comments the entire fucking time. It drives Izzy fucking insane.
“You’re such a fucking- caricature -!” Izzy growls, her arm beginning to burn from the force she’s putting into fingering Stede. “Sadistic lesbian sorority sister? Come on .”
“ Me, a caricature?” Stede wails, “I’m not the- the buttoned-up little ‘demure’ sex maniac !” Somehow she’s found the wherewithal to use both hands to exaggerate the ironic quotes around demure .
“Sex maniac!” Izzy laughs, explosive. She pulls her fingers out of Stede, brazenly wipes them against the inside of her thigh, which makes Stede squeak hey , before she sits up, throws a leg over one of Stede’s. “I’ll show you a fucking sex maniac.”
“Oh my god,” Jack moans, “they’re gonna scissor.”
“They’re not gonna- oh my god, they are.”
Izzy walks forward on her knees and grabs hold of Stede’s other leg, lifting it up and over her shoulder, leaving Stede’s pussy exposed. She grins down at Stede as she eases lower, pressing her full weight against her as she lines both of their clits up. Then without any hesitation, she starts thrusting, rough and messy. Stede’s face is a perfect picture of outrage, mouth dropped open in a shocked ‘O’ as her own hips begin to work, frantic. With their combined wetness, there’s no friction at all, just the smooth, unending glide of skin on skin.
“Apologize!” Izzy barks, breathing hard and fast. Stede isn’t doing much better, gasping for air between moans of frustration.
“Or what ?”
“Or I’m gonna make you come until you fucking cry.”
“That’s not. That’s not possible,” Stede’s eyes go wide as she struggles to crane her neck up, blinking blearily at Jack and Ed, “is that possible?” Ed shrugs.
“Only one way to find out, sister,” Jack laughs.
It’s very fucking possible. Twenty minutes later, Izzy has her apology, an invitation to the sorority, and three new numbers in her phone.