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 Piggy Tales - Chapter 3

   By Orestes

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   " Admirable."

   False flattery?  No.  Something else.  Manipulation.

   Shannon knew she was being played with, but it was still her choice to
play.  Elizabeth Fisher's games made her feel not simply naked, but
exposed.

   " Admirable?  All I did was attend a barbeque."

   " How did you enjoy it?"

   With all that she had done recently, Shannon hesitated to use the word.
But it was the closest to explaining her feeling.

   " It was obscene.  Frat boys from Columbus.  Sorority girls from Exeter.
A bunch of freshman gawkers, all buying into the mythology of the Greek
system hierarchy.  And everywhere you looked was consumption.  They were
all showing off their most expensive new footwear, unnecessarily caressing
their cells, drinking too much beer...  and the food.  I don't know how
many whole pigs I saw roasting.  The smell was nauseating."

   " This is pig country, Shannon.  You know that.  This whole region is
built on pork subsidies.  Your friend Bethany's father is prominent in the
industry."

   " She's not my friend."

   " She's the only friend you have," Elizabeth stated patiently.  It was
as if she were instructing a very small child.  " If you want to make it
into Alpha Nu Omega, you'll have to remember that."

   " Knowing Bethany might be an advantage to me, but she's made it clear
than I'm not a friend.  I still don't see how you could say buying into
this sorority bullshit is admirable."

   " It's a choice against your nature," Elizabeth Fisher explained, never
straying from her calm, superior tone of voice.  " Everything in your
profile predicted an effortless and irreversible surrender to girls like
Patty and Ruth.  It looked very much like you had found your place, as a
pet for them to toy with, as a work animal for their amusement, as a
sacrificial offering for their appetites.  Your choice to leave them is
confounding.  Now you're seeking the status and success of the elite
sororities.  It belies what you are."

   " And what am I?"

   " Let's just leave it at that."

   " Let's not," Shannon pushed back, uncharacteristically.

   She was pushing back a lot more these days.  Her self-discipline
restored, she would give herself no room to waffle.  It meant being
brutally introspective, and it meant forcing herself to be much more
assertive than she was comfortable with.

   It was this or it was surrender.  And she knew how close she was to that
edge too.  So she challenged Elizabeth to explain her meaning.

   " You keep dropping these hooks," she continued, "about my test results.
You take meticulous notes every time we talk.  What's it all for?  It
doesn't make any sense.  If I'm as weak and pathetic as you claim, then why
would someone like you..."

   Someone commanding.  Insightful.  Bright.  Too bright to simply be a
college guidance counselor, Shannon had to conclude.

   " ...why would you bother with me?  You push me to follow Bethany into
her world, the world of the privileged.  Why?  You seem sure that I'll
fail, and I'm taking the bait.  I'm just foolish enough to try to prove you
wrong.  What are you hoping to see?  Are you watching to see how fast and
hard I can run before I crash to the ground?"

   Shannon's temper was flaring now, and for just a shadow of a moment, she
felt she'd seen a reaction from Elizabeth.  Was she close to the truth? 
Shannon had exposed everything about herself to this woman.  She had
recounted every sinful detail of her surrender to Ruth, and had admitted
her every shameful reaction to those humiliations.

   But Elizabeth Fisher always held back, carefully calculating her words
to achieve her goals.  Shannon was trying to push her now to reveal what
those goals were.

   " You know, you're much more interesting than Julia ever was."

   With that statement, the session was over, and Shannon was left to
wonder the meaning of this most recent clue.



   The Political Science professor was, once again, carefully managing his
exasperation.  He had tried repeatedly this semester to seed independent
thought in the girls.  Shannon wondered how much he ever succeeded these
days.  Critical thinking was a dying art form.

   " Have any of you ever heard of climate science?" he started this time,
to no response.  "Okay, how many of you ladies are enrolled in physical
anthropology?  Evolutionary biology?  Just over a hundred years ago, these
were legitimate avenues of academic study.  Now, they're gone. 
Discontinued."

   He was looking for a more engaged reaction.  As it was, Shannon could
see most of the girls were studiously avoiding his glance, hoping not to be
called on to guess what any of this meant.

   " Let me try this another way.  Biology and genetics are still approved,
in a limited way, so long as we don't try to apply it directly to humans.
Before the courts stepped in, however, human genome work was advanced. 
Gene therapy was already in medical use.  Human genetic engineering was
absolutely a possibility - then, overnight, the work became illegal. 
Everywhere.  The EU had, for different reasons, banned human genomics years
earlier, leading to an exodus of their best scientist to America.  And
China...  where was China in this?"

   He put the question out to the class, but was met with silence.

   " The communist government negotiated for what was important to its own
survival.  Criticism over human rights issues evaporated.  American
companies were suddenly very cooperative with Chinese censorship policies.
The annexation of Taiwan was met with little foreign comment.  In return,
China killed its own efforts in human genetic engineering."

   " So where did all of these scientists go?" asked the professor, his
tone of voice suggesting that the answer was amusing enough to make the
whole lecture worth the punch line.

   " Right here," answered Bethany, matter-of-factly.

   She'd stolen his punch line, but the professor didn't seem to mind.  "
Care to be more specific?"

   " Here.  Iowa."

   " Iowa?  Now that's very interesting.  Up to that point, I'm not sure
Iowa would have been taken seriously as a destination for world-class
research scientists to make a career.  And suddenly, a good majority of the
genetic researchers from America and Europe were flocking here.  Why?"

   " They needed work," answered Bethany.  " Maybe it wasn't what they
thought they'd be doing, but the pork industry was willing to pay them good
money."

   Shannon saw her opportunity.  She didn't raise her hand.  She pressed
herself in, trying to emulate Bethany's air of confidence.

   " I wouldn't say it was the pork industry paying the bills."

   All eyes turned to Shannon, and despite her resolve to fight past these
insecurities, she could feel the blood rushing to her cheeks.

   " I mean, it's well known that the pork industry was highly government
subsidized at the time, and still is.  These weren't legitimate hog
producers who just happened to have millions of dollars lying around to
hire geneticists.  The pork business was consolidating down to a handful of
companies, each well connected to back-room Washington politics.  They
scored some massive research grants to hire all those unemployed
geneticist. I'm not sure the American public got back so much as a better
tasting pork chop for their tax dollars.  It was corruption, plain and
simple."

   It was an assault aimed at Bethany and her family, but in this crowd,
there would definitely be collateral damage.  Many of the girls here were
connected through family ties to the pork industry.  In fact, the one
student who didn't join ensuing debate was Bethany.

   Her words came a few minutes later, as Shannon was working her way
towards the library.

   Bethany pulled Shannon by the arm and led her around the corner of the
building.

   " You need to stop."

   Shannon was actually a little proud of the commotion she had caused, and
pleased to see that it had the intended effect on her rival.

   " What?  Can't take a little criticism of daddy?"

   " Not that, you dope!"

   Shannon cocked her head.

   " The sorority.  You need to withdraw your pledge."

   " Why?"

   " You don't belong.  There are lots of reasons why, but you just proved
one of them in that classroom.  These girls will eat you alive.  Honest."

   Bethany was terse, much as she had been all semester to Shannon.  She
said only that, and then walked away.

   Shannon was confused.  More confused than she had been for a while.  The
clearest interpretation she could make of Bethany's manner was something...

   ...something like concern.  And at the moment, it seemed genuine.  It
was like nothing she had seen previously in her friend, and it threw her
off.

   Both of the people who seemed to see past Shannon's defenses had now
weighed in on her decision.  Bethany was pushing her away from pledging,
and Elizabeth Fisher was pushing her towards it.

   The puzzle was not yet complete, and Shannon had very little time to
work at it.  The initiation ritual would commence this evening.  There was
just too much to process.

   Julia.  That was another one she was picking away at.  Elizabeth
wouldn't have dropped the name without some purpose.  The only Julia that
Shannon had ever known was a girl she'd lived with briefly at a foster
home. They weren't close.  Julia was several years older, and was into her
own life - enrolling in Exeter College herself at the time.

   It seemed so random.  It would have to remain a loose thread, until
Shannon had time to pursue it further.



   The sun had fallen back behind the tops of the mixed canopy of trees,
and shadows were lengthening across the arboretum grounds.  Shannon
wondered idly how the Greek societies had managed to arrange the arboretum
gates be locked early, but with the kind of money available to these
groups, it was a short contemplation.

   A London plane tree, its thick trunk seemingly clad in military
camouflage, was the starting line for the Pig Run.  Shannon was nervous. 
Hazing like this was forbidden by the colleges, of course, but that was
part of the hypocrisy.  Everyone knew it was happening.  School
administrators even had some idea of how extreme it had become.  They just
didn't acknowledge it unless some tragedy caught media attention, and then
they adopted their outrage.

   As the patches of sky above took a deeper shade of violet, the start of
the race was imminent.  Shannon could feel it in the nervous tension of the
other girls who were running tonight.  The boys who were pledging to the
affiliated fraternity, Beta Sigma, were milling about at the edges of the
scene.  There were something close to fourty of them, drinking beer and
joking amongst themselves.  They jostled each other excitedly, apparently
having heard stories about what they were in for tonight.

   Kit and Kat were in charge.  The duo clearly relished their power over
the pledges, both of the sorority and fraternity.

   Kit was a blonde woman, older than college age.  Like much of the
sorority leadership, she was an alumnus.  A pledge to Alpha Nu was a pledge
for life.  In her other life, the woman was probably a professional...  a
doctor, or something similar.  Here, she stepped effortlessly back into a
youthful demeanor.

   Kat was an Asian woman, also somewhere past thirty years old.  Other
than the difference in racial heritage, Kit and Kat carried themselves
identically.  They wore cute casual sportswear, expensive enough to
demonstrate their status.  The duo were energetic and in control.

   " Welcome girls.  Welcome boys.  It's time to get warmed up for the Pig
Run!"

   Kit punctuated her sentence with the short burst of an air horn.

   Kat explained the rules.  " Now, boys, you've been released to Alpha Nu
to complete your initiation.  We expect you to treat our sisters with
courtesy.  We are ladies, after all."

   " Our pledges, on the other hand...  well, they're not sisters yet,"
added Kit.  " You don't need to treat them like ladies.  In fact, for the
night, you'll be treating them very much like pigs!"

   "Alright boys...  remember the rules!" Kit continued.  " You can take
trophies from the runners, but you can't hold them down or block them from
running.  The real fun begins when we reach the finish line!"

   Trophies?  Shannon didn't like the sound of that.  She was seriously
beginning to think she should back out.

   She fought back against this anxiety.  These were just silly rituals,
she told herself.  They were designed to intimidate.  The sorority
leadership was testing the girls, and Shannon desperately wanted to pass.
She needed a way forward.  The only way she could every equal Bethany or
her crowd was to become one of them, she reasoned.

   The air-horn sounded abruptly, in two long determined blasts.

   " Run, piggies, run!!" shouted Kat excitedly.

   Adrenaline kicked in, and Shannon began to run.

   I'm fine, she tried to convince herself.  I'm a good runner.  I can beat
these girls.

   And at first, it looked like she was right.  She had a decent idea of
where the path was leading - to the back buildings of the sorority complex
at Alpha Nu.  Even though the trees were casting an increasingly deep shade
over the path, it would be a few minutes yet before the girls had any
trouble seeing.  And so far, the boys were hanging back from the group.

   Shannon was keeping up with the front of the pack.

   As the she could hear the boys closing in from behind, at full pace now,
an unreasonable panic began to set in.

   I'm fine, she tried to convince herself again.

   But I'm being hunted, for fuck's sake.  Chased down by a pack of drunken
frat boys.

   Her leg muscles were beginning their familiar burn, and her breathing
was irregular now.

   " Uhnf," a cry from behind, as one of the stragglers was knocked down by
the hunting party.

   " Take her blouse," the boys decided, before letting the girl go again.

   It's getting too dark, Shannon began to worry.  The boys had
flashlights, and would be able to follow easily now.  As the girls ran
deeper into the shade of the arboretum, the sorority pledges were beginning
to trip and stumble their way through the underbrush - missing the path
completely.

   Another girl was tripped up by the boys, and had her shorts taken as a
prize.

   Jesus, don't let them get me, Shannon begged, and then ran headlong into
the trunk of a tree.

   They were upon her before she could recover.

   The light of a flashlight caught Shannon in the face as she tried to
right herself.  One of the boys shoved her back down, knocking the breath
from her again.  They were laughing, enjoying this part of the sport.

   One of the boys pried off her right shoe, while another pair of hands
pulled at her blouse.  Shannon tried to cross her arm, but another boy
caught up, and wrestled her hands away.  It was long enough to help have
her blouse torn away.

   Shannon cried out in fear, convinced for a moment that it would all end
here, with the boys assaulting her so that she couldn't finish.  But then,
as suddenly as they were upon her, the boys pushed her to her feet.

   " Go on, piggy!  Run," teased the largest of the boys, as he slapped her
on the ass.  Hard.

   And she did.  Shannon was breathless and scared, but she pushed forward,
following the voices and lights around her in the woods.  She could feel
her lower lip swelling from where she had run into the tree, and she could
taste a bit of blood on her tongue too.

   Shannon paused for a moment to kick off her other shoe.  The uneven
ground and the darkness were enough of a challenge without having to deal
with that.

   " Half way there!" shouted Kit or Kat.  Shannon couldn't tell the
difference.  " Come on boys!  Are you going to let these pigs outrun you?"

   Shannon tried to think of where she was in the pack.  She wanted this
over, but there was another worry now.  She remembered the rumors that more
severe hazing awaited the slowest runners.  She was no longer near the
front, but there were definitely girls behind.  She could hear their cries
as the boys took their trophies.

   I can do this, she assured herself.

   Then, another flash of light in her face disoriented her.  She tried to
recover, but the boys had seen her again, and now they were closing in.

   Someone kicked out her legs, and Shannon barely got her hands out in
time to catch the muddy ground as it slammed into her.  Hands were all over
her body now.  It took a lot of force to wrestle off her shorts.  Another
pair of hands was on her breasts.  Shannon cried out, but the boys had no
mercy.  They mauled her tits with their hands as they removed her bra.

   Then, quickly again, she was pushed to her feet.

   Everything tingled as Shannon began to run again.  The swelling in her
face.  The cool air on her bare skin.  The embarrassment of now running
naked, save for a pair of panties, through the woods, with howling frat
boys not far behind.

   " Move, pig!" one of them yelled, as he shoved her from behind.  She
stumbled through some underbrush, scraping her legs.

   It can't be far now, she tried to tell herself.  But now, along with the
fear, she was beginning to feel the *other* thing.  Not now, she begged. 
Not in front of everyone.  But these were here triggers.  Being treated as
an object - without dignity.  Naked and shamefully aroused.

   Shannon was pushed again, but this time it wasn't one of the boys. 
Ahead, she could see the lights of the sorority buildings, and the girls
were jostling for position as they approached.

   This is it, Shannon told herself.  Just don't be last.  Don't let these
girls beat you.

   Her determinate focus was emptied from her by what she saw next.  They
were approaching what looked like a barn.  One either side of the barn door
were lined the members of Alpha Nu Omega, and the boys fraternity, Beta
Sigma.  They were cheering as the pig runners came into view.

   Anxiety gripped Shannon.  She was nearly naked and covered in mud, quite
close to the back of the pack now.  There were scores of students and
alumni there, ready to enjoy her humiliation.  Bethany would be amongst
them.

   She remembered the off-campus party, and how the public display there
had aroused her to lose control.

   This was too similar.  Her mind raced, but she kept on running.

   Stop, she told herself.  Stop racing.  Don't finish.

   Or push your way to the front.

   Just don't let the prospect of public humiliation distract you into
being...

   " Last place piggy!" the crowd chanted, as Shannon was taken by either
arm, and pulled into the piggery.

   The sensations piled on quickly.  The room was warm, and filled with
animals.  The smell of the straw floor competed with the unmistakably
raunchy smell of pig.  They squealed in fright as the students pushed their
way inside.

   Hands were all over Shannon.  She was pushed down in an aisle between
the metal pens, and moments later, she was hit from all directions with
buckets of warm soapy water.

   " I don't want to do this," Shannon said, but wasn't sure the words
actually made it to her lips, much less through the hooting and chanting of
the crowd.

   " Shave the pig!  Shave the pig!" they anticipated the next step of the
ritual.

   Shannon struggled up onto her hands and knees by the time the students
began to slap her with handfuls of shaving foam.  Not far away, Shannon
could see the other "pigs" - the girls who had run with her - being led
into a pig pen.  Many had suffered nearly as much as Shannon, with missing
clothes and minor injuries to show for it.

   Kit was managing them.  " When this piggy gives up," she terrorized
them, "we'll replace her with one of you."

   It was impossible to fight back.  Her naked body may have been slick
now, with the white cream slopped all over her, but several senior Beta
Sigma guys had stepped in to hold her firmly while the girls brought out
the straight blades for shaving.

   Kit's words burned in her ears.  The woman expected her to give up. 
They were all waiting for her to fail, and then all of this humiliation
would have been for nothing.

   And the humiliation was intense.  She tried not to react to the blades
as the girls meticulously scrapped away the foam from every surface on her
body.  The boys flipped her onto her back, and held her legs apart in a
most undignified pose.  The crowd cheered, egging on the senior sorority
girls who finally cut away Shannon's panties and began to shave her most
private area.

   Shannon wondered if anyone could see how their rough handling and
shameful violation of her body was arousing her sexually.  If Bethany was
somewhere in the crowd - the thought gave her a shiver - she would know. 
Shannon was sure of it.

   The fraternity pledges were also segregated, Shannon noticed as the
older students pulled her to her feet.  The boys who had chased the piggies
on the run were in another pen nearby.  They were in for their own
continued hazing, which Shannon could see involved blindfolds and a fair
amount of beer.

   Kat appeared now, taking Shannon by her hair, and leading her to a small
steel lined pen quite near the main row.  Freshly shaved, Shannon's flesh
was incredibly sensitive.  Even the coolness of air moving along her skin
from walking sent shivers through her.  She felt she could even feel the
eyes of all the older students and alumni touching her.

   The Asian woman pulled Shannon down to the floor, onto her hands and
knees again.  She walked her forward, and knelt down to Shannon's face.

   " It's time for the main event, Piggy.  The pen you're in now is a
breeding pen," she paused on that, knowing that as the words sunk it, she
would get a reaction.  "That's right, pig.  You're going to get fucked
tonight, as many times as it takes to make you give up."

   Shannon looked to her left.  There was a second breeding pen, this one
with a real pig in it.  There was another one just to her right.

   The crowd surrounded these breeding pens, and they were now cheering for
the initiates of Beta Sigma.  Alcohol had apparently spurred the boys on to
bravery, and the first volunteer was being led down the aisle.  He took
high fives blindly, unable to see anything through the thick cloth wrapped
around his head.

   Shannon heard a pen door swing open, and tensed as she faced the moment.
She still wasn't sure she could go through with it, as much as her body was
trying to convince her.

   But she wasn't first.  The fraternity boy was being encouraged from all
sides, clueless to the fact that he was being positioned behind the sow to
Shannon's right.

   " Come on, Brian...  she's hot for you.  And she's a looker too," an
older student egged him on.  The boys held his arms behind his back, and
helped to pull down his shorts.

   It wasn't clear if the boy knew what his odds were - that he had better
than a fifty-fifty chance of fucking a pig - nor was it clear whether he
cared at this point.

   Another cage door creaked open, and this time it was Shannon's.  It was
a snap choice to be made.  Back out now, before she was publicly
gangbanged, or stick it out, pretending her reason was an eagerness to
become a member of Alpha Nu.

   Shannon bit her split lower lip as he stabbed his cock at her blindly.
She hadn't been fucked by a boy since she broke it off with Kevin in high
school, but when he found her opening, the familiarity of it made her
groan. Kevin had loved it rough, and he'd always taken her doggy style.

   This frat boy's hands must have been held behind his back too.  His
rhythm was unsteady, like he was finding it hard to balance, but he seemed
eager to finish.  He pushed as deep as he could, obviously enjoying how wet
she had become.

   To add to the degradation, Shannon knew that the boy was unsure if he
was fucking a girl or a pig.  She was equivalent; interchangeable with the
pig to her left, and the pig to her right, both of whom were being fucked
with equal enthusiasm.  The pigs were noisy, but so was the crowd.  Shannon
knew it would be impossible for these boys to know much except that they
had their cocks in a female of one species or another, and to finish their
initiation, they had to cum in her.

   The boy fucking Shannon was getting close.  Someone held a beer to his
lips, and he gulped what he could.  The remainder spilled downward onto
Shannon's rear.  The cold drink on her skin was a surprise, and Shannon
bucked a little when it hit her.  That movement was enough.  The frat boy
pushed into her hard, and began to pump out the contents of his balls.

   When he was finished, and Shannon was pulled forward off of his cock by
Kat, Shannon could feel a rush of his semen slide out of her.  Another
fraternity pledge was being led in her direction.  She was sloppy now for
him.  Sloppy seconds, as she'd heard was the expression.  And more to come,
she knew.

   No one could have known how this kind of public shaming turned Shannon
on.  As the next boy pushed into her, Kat was trying to convince her to
give up.

   " C'mon piggy," the older girl's lips were right at Shannon's ear.  She
wanted to be heard over the raucous scene.  " You've had enough now.  You
know you have.  Just give up.  Another one of the girls will take your
place down here in the mud.  Just say you've had enough.  Say it!"

   But Shannon couldn't say anything at that moment.  An orgasm rippled
through her.  She flinched, and bit her lower lip again, hoping the
spectators would mistake it for a reaction to being painfully entered.  The
shudder lasted too long.

   The second boy was larger, she thought, but it didn't matter.  It didn't
matter what she thought at all.  All of these thoughts were out of place,
and they were draining from her now.

   She was aware of Kat, whose job it was to shame her into giving up, but
who didn't yet know that her words were having the opposite effect.

   " Come on, Pig.  Is this where you belong, down in the shit and straw,
getting filled with jizz?  Give it up...  you can't handle all these boys.
I've got a whole pen full of other piggies like you, and I'm eager to see
some of them get a turn.  I wonder how many I can break tonight.  Huh?  And
you're my first, pig.  I'll break you, you can be sure of it."

   The crowd was the source of her public shame, but Kat was its voice. 
The second boy filled her with his load, and Kat pulled Shannon forward
again to free his cock.

   " I can see your dripping from where I am, pig.  Are you usually this
much of a whore?  Or do you just like being treated like a barnyard animal?
Are you under the impression that you can still make it?  Even if you do,
do you think anyone will ever take you seriously again, after seeing you do
this?  Walk away, do you hear me?  Give up."

   Shannon was holding her eyes closed now, close to another orgasm, and
just waiting for the next cock to find her dripping entrance.  Kat grabbed
Shannon's swollen lower lip, and twisted it, to make sure she was being
heard.  It wouldn't do for the pig to begin ignoring her words.

   Another hard cock began stabbing at her backside.  Shannon betrayed her
arousal by instinctively parting her abused lower lip, and sucking at Kat's
thumb.  The woman pulled back, and slapped Shannon's face.

   " Come on, now piggy.  Stay with me.  I'm going to make sure you don't
zone out.  You're going to feel every one of these boys.  There's no `happy
place' you can go to and wait this out.  I'll stay with you until I've
broken you down."

   A misinterpretation, but it didn't matter.  Nothing did.  Shannon could
think nothing, as each thrust of a cock reduced her to a whimper.  She was
nothing.  A pig.  To be used.  Kat's voice simply reinforced what Shannon
was already feeling.

   There was no counting after the first few.  There was just the odd
interruption as Kat pulled her off of a spent cock, and a stream of warm
semen running down her thighs to remind her how many she had done.

   Another slap took Shannon by surprise.

   " You're making this hard on me, piggy.  I've usually broken a couple of
girls by this point.  Trust me...  if you make it hard on me, I'll make it
hard on you.  Give it up now, pig, or you'll regret it."

   Shannon moaned in response.  It was all she had in her.  Kat stood. 
There were more cheers from the crowd as she stepped back around her pig. A
moment later, there was a new sensation for Shannon.  There was something
cool and slippery dripping from above, right down the crack of her ass. 
She flinched as she felt Kat's hand working the lubricant roughly into her
rear hole.

   " No, no, no..." Shannon tried to protest, but no one could possibly
hear her over the excitement of the crowd.  Someone was holding her down
again.  Kat had enlisted some help to impose this new degradation.

   The Asian woman pushed a couple of fingers in roughly, working the lube
in as deep as she could.  Then there was another boy there.  He too stabbed
blindly for his turn.  After a moment, Shannon could feel Kat taking hold
of him, and guiding him to the new target.

   " Push hard," encouraged Kat.

   At the same time, Shannon could feel her hips being forced back by Kat's
helper.  The result was a quick, forceful entry that left Shannon sobbing.

   Within moments, Kat was back at Shannon's face.  The frat boy was
fucking the tight entrance slowly, but it was still almost more than
Shannon could take.

   " Don't worry, pig.  The next one will fuck you harder.  Unless you give
up now, I'll make sure every other boy takes a turn at your asshole.  Or do
you enjoy being buttfucked by a crowd of guys you don't know?"

   It was almost more than Shannon could bear, but not perhaps in the way
Kat had intended.  Another orgasm came and went, and then another was near.
Now it was all about the being a pig.

   " Come on, pig.  I want your decision.  What do you have to say for
yourself?"

   What else could she say?

   Shannon felt another big cock push hard into her behind, and she came
with equal violence.

   There was no use in pretending.  Her answer to Kat sounded very much
like the squeal of a pig.



   Shannon wasn't sure when the crowd started to leave.  By the time
Shannon was aware of it, most were already gone.  The fraternity boys had
finished up a few minutes before, and now the sorority initiates were being
led away.  They walked past Shannon, their faces betraying relief at their
own easy initiation, but also devulsion.

   But why weren't they taking her with the others?  She had earned her
place.

   As the room emptied, and even the pigs calmed down to near silence, Kit
and Kat stood over Shannon.  She was still quivering with a weird sort of
satisfaction.  She was wallowing in the muck and cum, and her own
degradation.

   " Why...?" Shannon tried to ask.

   " Don't worry, pledge...  you made it.  You're Alpha Nu tonight.  But
after your performance, we have some very special plans for you."

   Shannon began to sob.

   " Come on piggy.  It's not so bad.  Here...  I'll tell you what...  we
can't let you go right now, but before we go ahead with our plans, I
promise that you'll be given a choice.  You can tell us yes or no.  It'll
always be your choice."

   They were playing with her, and she didn't understand why.  Add it to
the list of things she couldn't quite puzzle her way through.

   Her body shuddered again.  Kit and Kat giggled.  They understood now
what they could do to her.  Kat had been doing it for most of the night.

   Just words, and they had her writhing.  Shannon knew all too well how
easily she could fall into the role of complete submission.  She had tried
it on before, and it fit extremely well.

   And now they told her that she'd have a choice.
   That choice, in truth, worried her more than anything.