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As always: this is a work of fiction, any names used are NOT REAL, and if it is similar to any other stories found on the net, well, thank god there are more people like me. Sorority House Scavenger Hunt By Catherine Steward PART 1 One night while on a scavenger hunt for my fraternity, the other pledges and I had to find several items that would require breaking into a girl's dorm or apartment. I suggested to my brothers that we could easily acquire most of the items at a sorority house, that way we would not have to go to several different places, just to one place, maybe even one bedroom. The items we had to get were; a Chi Upsilon Rho Lambda pledge shirt, pink panties and bra, a cheerleader's uniform, hot rollers set, pink lipstick, one tampon, one pair of panty hose, a hair brush, a home permanent, a one-piece bathing suit, a string bikini, and of all things, a dirty pair of panties that still had some scent to them. I told the guys that I was willing to do it, but that no one could tell anyone how we got these things, or where, or who had done it. Everyone agreed, and I figured I would have the easiest job. We decided to meet up around three in the morning at Donnie's apartment, to check off the list for delivery to the fraternity house tomorrow. I went to my house to prepare for my break-in. I wore dark clothing, black sneakers, and grabbed a black beanie hat since it was cold, and brought my black leather backpack to stow all of the items. I tied my shoulder length hair in a ponytail with a rubber band, and stuffed it into the beanie hat. I downed several shots of vodka to gather some courage, and set out for the store. The lady at the checkout gave me a strange look, but other than that, I had the perm and set out for the Zeta house. I snooped around the back of the large house, to peek in the windows. I saw several girls watching a movie in the large den, several girls chatting at the table off from the kitchen, and several more reading and studying in a room filled with books and a computer. I walked the entire house on the first floor, and began to look into the upper floors from a distance to find an entry point. I noticed several bedrooms upstairs, one had a TV flashing scenes, another had a woman changing and primping herself, and several were empty and dark. I made my way around the house to the front, when a large van pulled into the driveway. The horn honked twice, and soon after that girls began filing out the front door to enter the van. Several minutes went by, and another girl emerged and locked the front door. She climbed up into the front seat, and something shiny fell into the grass from her jacket pocket. The van backed away from the house, and retreated down the dark street. I waited several minutes, and ran towards the shiny object in the grass, I scooped it up, and ran into a grove of trees on the other side of the lawn. I looked down into my hand to see a set of keys, how lucky was that? I walked through the trees to the back yard, to watch for movement in the house. I saw none during the ten minutes of waiting, in fact the only lights now on in the house were the one in the entry hall, one in the kitchen, and what looked like a lamp in the den. I walked to the back door, tried several keys, and found one that fit. I entered the house, and crept around slowly, trying to stay in the shadows. There was absolutely no noise anywhere to be heard, so I made my way upstairs. The first room I tried was locked; the second opened to reveal a bedroom, so I went in and started rummaging through the dresser. I found the pink panties and bra, panty hose, but could not find a cheerleader's outfit. I tried the closet, and found the one-piece bathing suit. The bathroom was spacious, and probably served several girls, I found the string bikini hanging from the shower rod, also the tampon, lipstick, and hair brush. I exited the bathroom through the opposite door and entered the bedroom that had been locked, in the closet I found a cheerleader's uniform. On the vanity lay a set of hot rollers, and in the dresser I found the pledge shirt. Now I only needed some dirty panties. I searched each bedroom's dirty clothes hamper, and finally found a pair; they even had some small stains in the rear. I placed them up to my nostrils, and inhaled the aroma of pussy and ass. It was a wonderful smell, and I became hard breathing the scent. I had my eyes closed, and stood there several minutes, when all of a sudden I was thrust face down on the bed. My hands were bound behind me, while several knees dug into my back to hold me down. My legs were wrapped in some stretchy material, to prevent me from moving. I was flipped over, and was being stared at by two women. "What the fuck are you doing here?" "Just who the fuck do you think you are? Breaking in here?" "I'm on a scavenger hunt for my fraternity. That's all I'm doing, I'm not some sicko or anything." I replied. "Bullshit!" one of them blurted out, "You're some sissy- boy, look at all this stuff you're stealing." She pointed to all of the contents of my backpack. "Susan's hot rollers, her cheerleader's outfit, my bra, my panties, lipstick, bathing suit, Kristy's bikini, a tampon, panty hose, and a home perm-kit? What's that for? You want a perm or something?" "No! Look in my pocket, there is a list of the items we are supposed to collect." She dug in my pocket and read over the list, with her friend peering over her shoulder. She wadded it up, and threw it in the wastebasket. "What list? I don't see a list, do you Samantha?" "No, I don't see a list, Stephanie." "We're calling the cops, let them take care of you." The blonde haired girl said. "Please, don't do that, I will lose my scholarship. I beg you." I pled. "Then what are we going to do? We can't just let you leave. You cannot break in here and get away scot-free." "Just, please do not call the cops. I'll do anything, please." We sat in silence for a minute before the brunette, Samantha, said, "I've got an idea, come with me Steph." At that, they exited the room, closing the door behind them. My mind raced, what the hell was I going to do? I tried to free my hands, but they were tied too tight. I was screwed, and knew it. Several minutes later the door opened, and several more girls came in. I counted at least ten. "We found a way to punish you, so that you cannot escape or fight us, Carol here is going to give you a sedative. Just relax, let the euphoric feeling come over you, and everything will be okay." Samantha said into my ear, I felt a prick on my arm, and soon fell into a deep sleep. When I awoke, I felt naked and cold. My vision came back slowly, and I could see I was strapped to a mid-backed chair with my hands bound behind me. I tried to move my feet, but they too were strapped to the legs of the chair. I looked myself over, and noticed all of the hair below my head had been shaved off. I was clad in the pink panties and bra I had intended to steal, with something shoved into the bra to create breasts. My hair was wet, and combed out to the ends. In front of me on the counter was the home perm, all of the contents arrayed for what seemed like their intended use. I was shocked and scared; I began to weep at knowing my impending doom. One of the girls entered the room, laughing at seeing me crying. "You little pussy, what did you think we were going to do? Fuck you or something? No, were going to make you one of our sisters. A pretty little sorority girl all dressed up, clean shaven, with tons of little curls in her hair." She got tired of my crying, so she stuffed some panty hose in my mouth to shut me up. Another girl entered with a large box, she sat at my feet, and began to work on my toenails. Soon, another girl entered with a bowl. She pulled a chair up, and placed the bowl onto it, then knelt beside me pulling the panties to my ankles. She filled her hand with shaving cream, and coated my testicles with the cold foam. "I forgot a spot." She told me. She took a razor and began shaving off the rest of my hair. When she was finished, my penis had become erect. "I think he likes this!" The Latino girl who doing my toenails said, "Why don't you relieve him of his pressure, Veronica?" "Good idea." She exclaimed, while placing me in her mouth. It was the most incredible blowjob I had ever felt, after just five minutes I exploded into her mouth. She walked to the sink, rinsed her mouth out, and returned to pull my panties up. Samantha entered the bathroom soon after, and began to apply an ammonia scented paste to my head, and then she painted it onto my eyebrows. They all left the room, leaving me sitting alone in the bathroom. After several minutes my head began to get hot and seemed to be on fire. I could see my head of hair turning a different color, it gradually turned extremely light, and it then stopped burning any longer. The women returned, drug me to the shower, leaned the chair back, and rinsed off my head. The cold water felt wonderful, and one of them rubbed off my eyebrows. A towel was wrapped around my head, and they pushed me back in front of the mirror. When the towel was removed I was stunned, my hair was now bleached blonde. Stephanie grabbed a hair dryer, and began to comb through my hair. It seemed lighter, softer, and had an airiness to it. When she had finished drying it, she ran her fingers through it, making sexy sounds as she did so. "You look fabulous, and Samantha said, "you wouldn't look good in platinum blonde." "I can't wait to see it curly," the girl starting to glue fake nails on me stated. Samantha entered the room with a beautiful blonde who looked identical to me; the similarity was not unnoticed by Stephanie, "Oh my god! You two could be sisters!" "We do kind of look alike, don't we?" the girl chimed. "What is this all about?" She asked Stephanie. "Well, Michelle, this pervert broke in the house, I caught him sniffing Kristy's panties. He claimed it was for a scavenger hunt for his frat. I don't believe that shit for one minute." Michelle reached down to remove the gag from my mouth, but was stopped by Samantha, "No don't take that out or he will scream." Michelle looked at me and asked, "Will you scream?" I shook my head no. "Okay, I just want to ask you some things." She told me while removing the gag. "What's your name?" "Mitch." "Is your story real?" "Yes, I gave them the list for the hunt, but she threw it away. Please believe me!" "If you are telling the truth, then why are you aroused right now?" "I, I, have a fetish about sensual, feminine things, like curls and other womanly things." "Really?" "Yes. I never knew it would come to this, though." She was stroking my hair, and asked the other girls to leave, which they did. We were alone in the bathroom for what seemed like forever, until she finally spoke. "I'm sorry they did this to you." She said as she flipped up the sides of my new blonde hair. "But, do you admit that it is better than going to jail and probably getting kicked out of school?" "Yes, I suppose you're right, but wouldn't this constitute cruel and unusual punishment?" I replied. "Not really, depending on how you look at it. I won't let them go any further, you've been punished quite enough." "How can you do that?" I asked her. "I'm the president of the chapter, I'll kick them out if they disagree. Plus, I'm a pretty persuasive gal." She enlightened me. "Thank you, seriously, you've saved me from a lot of embarrassment." "Not so fast," she supposed, "I said I wouldn't let them go any further, I didn't say anything about me." "What do you mean?" I implored. "I haven't had any fun yet. Don't worry about a thing, your makeover is finished, I just want to play with you." "Just don't hurt me, please." I begged. "I would not harm you at all." She pulled up a chair, and untied my ankles to let me move my legs around. "What frat are you in?" "Sig Ep." I replied. "So you must know Billy?" "Yeah, kind of an asshole, just don't tell him that I said that." "Oh I will tell him, just for me though. We went on two dates, he tried to take advantage of me when I was drunk, so I gave him a black eye last month." "He told everyone it was from a fight." "No, I did it. What's your major?" "Business Management, I want to open up a chain of restaurants with a night club attached." I confided in her. "Just a minute." She said as she left the room. I did not sit there alone for long after all, she was back in a few minutes, unfurling my list. "Here is the evidence. I knew you were telling the truth, just wanted to confirm it. I'm a business major too, but I want to open some salons and clothing boutiques. That's why I found it interesting that you were turned-on by feminine things," she paused seemingly for effect, "Just what turns you on?" "I have a fetish for hair, especially curly hair." "I want to make you a deal, but remember I can leave you in their hands to finish their job, or you can fulfill a dream of mine, and maybe yours too." "Okay, what are you offering?" "I've always wanted to get a handsome man, like yourself, and, I can't believe I'm going to tell you this, I have always had lesbian thoughts but am afraid to carry through with them, so that's why I've wanted to do this to a man." "I've always wanted to find a woman willing to do that." I reassured her. "Really? Would you play with me?" "At this moment, there is nothing that I would rather do." She moved to sit in my lap, wrapped her arms around me, and kissed me gently on the lips. I wrapped my ankles around hers, showing my desire to be with her. "If I untie you, will you be good?" "Yes." "Okay." She said as she reached around and undid my bounds, I tossed the hose aside, and enveloped her in my embrace. She purred in pleasure as I said, "Will you set me in rollers?" "There is nothing I want more, well I'll tell you the rest later." She rose, grabbed my hands to beckon me to rise, which I did, and led me out of the bathroom and into the hall towards her room I thought. She walked me into her room, and sat me at her vanity stool, turning me to face her. "I'm going to go tell the girls that I'm taking you from them. Please stay here, feel free to look around, try on anything that you want, brush your hair, anything; I will lock the door so no one can come in. Okay?" "Sure." I replied. She left the room, and as soon as I heard the door lock, I rode to look around. She must have the largest room in the house, since she is the president, because it was like five times the size of all the other rooms. One wall was covered in sliding mirrored doors; I walked to the first one and opened it. It was full of tight fitting dresses, loose sundresses, and long sequined gowns. The second contained tons of drawers, I opened several to find bras and panties, corsets, garters, panty hose, fishnet stockings, slips, body suits, baby dolls, teddies, and nightgowns. The third set had tons of pantsuits, and jeans and shorts stacked on shelving. The fourth was amazing; it was filled with different sexy, fantasy costumes. There were: French maid outfits, nurse uniforms, dominatrix outfits, petticoats, a Swiss miss outfit, and many more. I closed the door, and walked to the far side of the room towards the vanity. The vanity was huge, at least twenty feet wide, and completely mirrored, including the counter. Next to it was a door barely visible, I opened it, and a swishing sound revealed a drop down hooded dryer complete with velvet chair. Inset into the wall next to it was a velvet couch, large enough to accommodate five people. The bathroom door was next, I entered utterly transfixed, and the first drawer I opened contained tons of hair rollers, perm rods, steam setters, hot-rollers, and curling irons. The cupboard adjacent to it held a wide assortment of setting lotions, hair sprays, gels, mousses, and pomades. The bottom drawer was filled with home perm kits, with end papers, and processing caps. A closet held different capes, and stylist frocks. There were three styling stations, and two backwashes for shampooing. I heard the door to the bedroom shut, and went out to find Michelle lying on the bed, gesturing me to join her. I sat beside her, kissing her outstretched neck passionately. "We can be alone now, I was thinking, classes are over for break, will you stay here with me for a while?" "Of course." "Good, I want to get to know you. Let's get started, shall we?" She pulled me towards the bathroom; sitting me in a chair once we got there. She began pulling out her wares, setting up for my appointment, placing small Velcro rollers on the counter in front of me. "I like this room, but it seems big for just one person." I told her. "Oh we all use it, I do everyone's hair in here." "Everyone?" "Yes, I do all of the girl's hair. Didn't you notice? All of us wear our hair curly. Most people call sorority girls 'bow girls', but we are known as 'curly girls'." I then realized that yes, everyone of the girls I had seen so far had curly hair of some sort. "Chi Upsilon Rho Lambda? C, U, R, L? Get it?" She said, I smirked my understanding. She misted my new blonde hair with a nozzle she pulled from the sink in the counter, and then combed it out. She grabbed section after section of hair and rolled them to my scalp in the rollers. Soon, my head was a mass of pink rollers, not a loose hair showing. "Mmmmm, you look so sexy. I want to take advantage of you right now." "I'm all yours." I responded to her desire. "You must set me first, but let's get you something to wear before hand." She led me to the closets, opening the one full of costumes, and she pulled out a French maid's outfit that would barely cover me, which it did. I felt wonderful in the silky ruffled panties, the mid-thigh crinoline, a tight fitting short skirt that hugged the puffy crinoline, an equally tight ruffled top, and gartered stockings. She dressed herself in only black tights, with an open crotch that showed her tuft of blonde pubic hair. Her long blonde hair hid her perfect breasts; so I pulled it away to kiss them, telling her, "Let me roll you, to get your hair up and away from your perfect breasts." "I'm all yours, baby." We went into the bathroom, where I set her hair in spiral rods, the smallest ones I could find. And after winding her hair for an hour I wrapped her in a net. She then wrapped mine in a net also. We went to her bed, which was immense and covered in a velvet comforter. She pulled back the sheets, and patted the bed beside her after crawling in. I sat beside her, feeling the softness of the silk sheets on my newly shaven ass and legs. We melded into one, engrossing each other in kisses and hugs, letting our fingers feel every inch of each other. I lay atop of her, spread her legs with my knees, and slid into her wet softness. She moaned and groaned with each thrust, eventually having an orgasm, while shrieking with delight. I came myself, and collapsed fatigued onto her chest, feeling the soft breasts against my face. We caressed each other until drifting off to sleep. PART 2 When I awoke, I was back in a chair but in Michelle's large bathroom. No one was in there with me, and I noticed I was groggy like I was the last time I woke in this situation, and my hands and feet were tied once again. My hair had been taken out of the rollers, as it was now full of tons of little curls. They were still in the shape of the rollers. As my head was turned while I tried to look at the back in the mirror the door opened, and in walked Michelle. "Trying to get a look I see." "Why am I tied up? I thought you were looking out for me?" "I was, but was vetoed by the other's." "What?" I asked. "If all of the other members disagree with me, they can reverse my decisions. Well, they all took a vote last night, came in, and before waking me, sedated you again. There is nothing I can do, except, I guess, enjoy what they have planned for you." She said with a grin, before leaving. Oh shit, I thought. What in the hell were they going to do to me? I sat there for a few more minutes before two girls came in, one placed a strip of tape over my mouth while the other turned on the water in the backwash sink in the corner. I was brought over to the chair and leaned back. They shampooed the blonde ringlets out, rinsed the shampoo out, wrung my hair, and wrapped me into a towel before bringing me back to chair by the mirror. They pulled off the towel and brushed all of my hair down, and then up into twenty sections that they pinned in place. I felt them begin at the back, but could not see them. I felt my hair being pulled tightly, twisted down to my head, and then pinned hard against my scalp. They did this for what seemed like an hour, and then I saw they were wrapping small sections of my hair into tight rolls. One would take a pencil sized grouping of hair and twirl it around an equal sized roller, wrap a paper around the ends, tuck it into the roller, and roll it down to my scalp very tightly where they clasped it. My sides soon filled with thirty rollers each, all held firmly to me. One the girls left the room as the one remaining finished the hair on top of my head. She finished by filling my hairline at my forehead with twenty little rods pointing down. She then left the small salon. I looked at my head in the mirror, turning it and trying to count how many there were. They all pointed down, and all told there were probably a hundred. Several girls came back in and one of them sprayed water on my head while the others mixed several bottles into one squirt bottle. The girl by me then rubbed something cold around my entire hairline and pressed a roll of cotton atop of that. A tray was then affixed around my neck that squeezed its way to the front as well. A girl then squeezed a cold liquid onto each roll of hair around each roll. It began to stink shortly after she applied it. I could only watch as two girls on each side of me daubed any excess solution that dripped onto my face. I soon felt the tray jostle but did not know what she was doing, I then realized she had put the contents of the tray into the squirt bottle and reapplied it to my rods. The tray was removed, the cotton around my head was replaced, a clear plastic cap was wrapped around my head full of rods, and I was carried to a dryer and seated under the dome on what seemed like full heat. I was left there for an hour or more before a girl came in, lifted the dryer, pulled off the cap a bit, unwound a rod, checked it for a minute, re- wound it, and fixed me back under the dryer. "Ten more minutes." She said loudly over the rush of warm air hitting me. She then went to the counter and mixed up another bottle of liquids, rinsed out the tray for my neck, and got out two fresh towels when two girls came in, and carried me back to the stylist's chair. "Oh you're going to look so good! None of us would do our hair like this, but we all want to deep inside." A girl told me as she pulled off the cap, the smell enveloped the room, it was done. She brought me to the backwash and rinsed off my head, the cool water felt good. She then poured the contents of the bottle over my head full of plastic and proceeded to coat it with another. I was left at the sink alone as they began opening cases on the counter and pulling out bottles and discussing them. One returned and rinsed my entire head once again. She pulled me up and wrapped a towel around my shoulders and one around my head. I was taken back to the mirror and boosted up in the chair. The towel was removed and a bonnet dryer was fitted over my head and the air turned on. A new girl yanked off the tape covering my mouth and rubbed all sorts of thing onto my face, and did many in great detail, taking her time. I was asked to close my eyes and she worked on them for a great while, the last thing she did was to curl and brush my lashes. When I opened my eyes it looked as if a model were staring back at me. My bonnet was removed and a curl was checked before she declared: "He can dry while we dress him, we can lay him on the bed and dress him forcibly if he does not cooperate." She said smiling devilishly while staring at me. I was carried into Michelle's bedroom and laid on the bed where six or seven women held my legs as they took turn sliding the feminine garments onto me, panties, garter, hose, crinoline, straps for the garter and hose, and a skirt was pulled up over the ruffled underskirt. I felt shoes being slipped on before my legs were tied up again. They then untied my hands while holding my arms firmly. A corset was wrapped around my waist and something shoved in above my chest, it was tied tightly while gloves were slipped over my hands and up to my elbows. When the girls had finished lacing up the corset as tight as it would go, a blouse was wrapped onto me over my arms. They had trouble getting it over my head as it would snag my rollers in my hair, but eventually it was on and they arranged it to fit right. I could feel the sleeves puffed at the shoulder, and the tightness around my chest. I was then carried back into the bathroom, and seated in front of the mirror. All I could see was the lace outfit I wore, and everything was pink. Hose, shoes, skirt, blouse, corset, and gloves were all pink. I noticed the gloves were fingerless when a girl began to cover the existing nail polish in a pink to match my outfit. Three of the women started unrolling all of the rollers from the bottom up, I had never been so hard in my life seeing the little coils of hair spring back into shape as it was released from the perm rod. I had what seemed like thousands of tiny curls when they had finished. They pulled on them and tousled them until they were perfect. So many ringlets. The makeup girl touched up my face and they picked me up and carried me down the stairs to the large den. I was seated in a chair facing the rows of couches surrounding it. The girls who had worked on me left and I was seated in the chair when Stephanie from the previous night came in and sat in the chair nearest me. "Goodness Misty, you look gorgeous! All the other girls can't wait to meet their newest sister. The meeting starts in a few minutes, but those drugs will not wear off any time soon. You probably won't be able to talk for a while, but other than that you are unchanged. You will remain tied up for now to deter your running away, but if you do where will you go? You can't speak, and look at the way you are dressed. And your hair, and face, and nails, and hairless petite body in that pink little maid's outfit. I think it would be wise to just stay here and be our little guest for a while. It is end of semester, and we have three months to play." PART 3 I sat through there meeting, and learned what they had planned for me. I was now their slave. I would do their laundry, help with their hair if they needed it, make their beds, cook for them, clean for them, and if they needed it, be their sex toy. A chart would be placed on the refrigerator for the girls' allotted days and nights, since there were twenty-eight girls in the sorority, each would get a night a month, and the other two or three days in the month would be for my punishment if I were bad, or disobeyed an order. Any new ideas could be proposed at the meeting the first Sunday of next month. They drew their names out of a purse and filled the board for this month, tonight Samantha had me, the stunningly beautiful brunette whom had caught me the night before. What a difference twenty-four hours makes. I was now a drop dead gorgeous twenty year old sorority girl dressed in a frilly laced pink French maids outfit, with a tight curly blonde perm. Samantha smiled broadly when she heard her name called, and immediately rose and kissed me. I never had a chance to hear who had me the next night, or the next. "Will someone help me carry Misty to my room." She asked, and four came to me and lifted me up and carried me upstairs where I was laid on her bed. "Help me tie him to the posts." She asked and they did before leaving the room. She closed and locked the door, before coming over to me and wrapping her legs over me and placing her hands by my arms. I could feel her arms rubbing my hairless armpits. She stood over me, peering into my eyes while her hair covered me. "I am going to do you so hard. I haven't been fucked in so long." She kissed my face and lips while one hand undid the straps on my garter, and slid my panties down from my throbbing penis. She rose, stripped off her shirt, pulled her shorts off followed by her panties, and rolled a condom over me before sliding onto me. She rose up and down while she breathed heavily, as did I. She laid her breasts over me while pulling her hair to one side. She fucked me long and hard until I exploded and tried to moan but nothing came out, but her moan would have drowned mine out anyhow. She stayed laying on top of me for a while, wrapping her arms around me tightly, kissing my neck, before sliding off into sleep. I lay there wondering how long this would go on, I had already been missing for a day, and my pledge brothers knew where I had gone. I just hoped they would tell someone, or not, which was my last thought before sleeping. "Wake up sleepy head!" I felt someone gripping my chin. "I need some help, I'm going to untie you, but if you run, I will cut your balls off, got it?" She asked. I nodded. She undid my hands, and I moved my tired arms. "Follow me Misty." She said while walking off towards her bathroom. I rose and stumbled towards her. I didn't know if it was the lack of movement for a while, or the heels, but it was tough. I finally reached the bathroom and saw her applying her makeup in the mirror while standing over the counter. Her ass looked delectable in her white cotton panties. "I need you to do my hair for me. Grab that hot curling iron, get a section of hair and I will walk you through it." She said. I did as told, and followed her directions. I wanted to jump her and fuck her with my hands running through her hair, but stopped myself. That opportunity would come next month. I finished her hair and she styled it. "Now I'm going to class, I want all of my clothes cleaned, my bed made, and my bathroom clean before I get back. You become Jenny's property at eight tonight, and I will be back at four to make sure you have done it all properly, and if not, I plan on punishing you, Okay?" I could only nod. She pecked my cheek and walked out. I spent my day doing her laundry, wondering how her things would look on me as I touched and felt the soft fabrics, and sexy outfits. I made her bed, vacuumed, cleaned her bathroom, and laid down for a nap on her bed when I felt her lay atop me. "Everything looks wonderful." She said before kissing me. "Just wait until you see what Kristy has planned for you tomorrow." She said as she continued to kiss me. I was brought to Jenny's room at eight, and was tied up to the bed by eight-thirty. She had her way with me. She was a petite woman, five foot five, cropped brown hair, and a firm little body. She fucked me three or four times before I collapsed from exhaustion. I could not remember sleeping so deeply, and found it hard to get up and help her in the morning. "Set my hair now Misty. Now paint my nails, now put your face down here, now pull my panties and hose on." She demanded incessantly. I obeyed, not wanting to be punished. She dressed, and slapped me on the ass, "Clean my room and do my laundry and I will be back at five, got it?" She asked, and I nodded. I did my chores, and I continued to shuffle between each and every woman of the house for the remaining days until the next meeting happened. I was seated in the front yet again, and was the focal point of the meeting as well. The blonde Michelle started. "I hope everyone has enjoyed our new sister?" She asked and everyone approved. "I want to propose something." She started. "Since we our determining factor of being in this sorority is enrollment in the university and the beauty college, I propose, since Misty here is, or was a student at U, she also start her freshman year at our school of choice as well. I have already talked to Mrs. Simpson, our dean, and she has agreed to take her as an exchange student of sorts, if you know what I mean?" She said to laughter. "If fifteen of us agree, Misty will start her day each morning with us at the beauty school. If not we can continue as we have been, but I don't think it will make for a happy Misty." I saw twenty-five hands shoot into the air, while the two girls who treated me the roughest abstained. "So it is, Misty is now one of us, but, we still get her once a month, from nine at night, to six in the morning. Agreed?" She asked to nods from every gorgeous girl in the room. To be continued...