This story is posted with permission and is intended for adults who can legally view it. All rights are retained by the originating author, Blairbrek, at: blairbrek@yahoo.com Pledging Omega By Blairbrek The three sorority pledges sat in silence. The only sound was an occasional sniffle. The one thing they had been trained to do is obey. Hell week was almost over and they did not want to incur the wrath of the sisters any more than they had. Megan and Cynthia has already been dressed in their "costumes" and sat with their heads bowed, tears welling up in their eyes. The humiliation they had endured to pledge the most exclusive sorority on campus had been mostly private. Today however, was going to be very different and very public. Homecoming and Halloween fell on the same weekend. The sisters had thought it a grand idea to have them ride the sorority's float in the parade dressed in their Halloween costumes. Rather than just having to endure a private Halloween party the pledges would be on display before the entire campus and alumni. Blair's stomach was in a knot as she looked at Megan and Cynthia's costumes. She thought briefly of what Patrice was being made up as. Most of her thoughts were of herself. She dreaded her turn in the room. To join the Omega's a girl had to have two things, money and looks. Attitude and personality were unimportant. With all the sisters coming from privileged backgrounds they also had a third thing in common. They were all stuck up self centered bitches. At least that is what the rest of the campus considered them. Blair was different though. Her family had money and she definitely had the looks. Tall with long brunette hair, her 36C breasts looked larger than they were on her slender frame. She got off on the wrong foot with the sorority sisters. Her enthusiasm and feeling that the sorority could never do enough for charities, helping the disadvantaged and social responsibility rubbed them the wrong way. They decided unanimously that they would change her attitude and she had been singled out for extra attention during Hell Week. Megan wiped a tear away. The petite red head had been dressed as an elf. Dressed being a relative term. The only clothing she wore was a bright green cheerleader's skirt that had the hem shortened another two inches. By the way she sat with her knees clamped tight together and the prior initiation duties Blair guessed correctly she had nothing on under the skirt. Barely covering her small breasts were two felt leaves. The sisters had super glued the material to her nipples. The only way the leaves were coming off was with solvent or excruciating pain. Being more nude than clothed was not enough though. Megan had been covered from head to her bare feet in green coloring. Megan would find out later that what they used would not come off with just soap and water. She was going to be a green elf for a long time. As the sisters thought it would not be appropriate for an elf to have shoulder length hair they humiliated Megan be giving her a pixie cut. Her red hair was no longer than an inch and had been spiked with gel. Cuffs covered with bells circled her neck, wrists and ankles. Black eye shadow and liner had given her round green eyes a slanted appearance. Heavily applied black lipstick gave her mouth a perpetual stupid grin. Cynthia was the most beautiful of the four pledges and her wardrobe and appearance was always spectacular, well except for today. The sisters decided to "ugly" up the precious Cynthia. Her immaculate long blonde hair was anything but. They had cut....hacked was a better word, her tresses. Cut short in places and left long in others, it had been streaked black and orange. Motor oil had been poured over her head as she stood naked in the dressing room and then rubbed into her scalp. Her hair, what was left, was a tangled mess. One eye had bright blue eye shadow and the other dark brown. Deep red circles of rouge were placed on her cheeks. Her lips were covered with thick red lipstick. Having used the cheapest makeup they could find, it was impossible to neatly apply it with the oil all over her face, and it caused the mascara and eye shadow to be badly smeared by Cynthia as she wiped her tears away. Her pearl white teeth were stained red with the lipstick. Eight, six inch hoop earrings hung from each of her ear piercings. The sisters had felt one piercing per ear was not enough for a "fashion model" so they added three to each. Their intention was to have Cynthia look ridiculous and they had succeeded. A small consolation was that she was not anywhere as bare a Megan. But it was a very small consolation. The pink bra she wore was an A cup. Cynthia was a large B. It was extremely uncomfortable and her breasts were spilling out all over. An oil soaked T-shirt had been cut and ripped to barely cover the bra. Both sleeves and one shoulder were gone. It was ripped off to be even with the bottom of her breasts. Even just sitting Cynthia was constantly fidgeting and pulling on what was left of the other shoulder to keep it on. Her belly was completely exposed. The jeans she had been given to wear were way too large and cut off below the knee. Not given a belt she would have to walk with one hand constantly holding them up. If she didn't and they fell.... well panties just weren't in the allotment of clothing for her. In addition to being way to large, the sisters had cut holes in the seat crotch and legs giving everyone an incentive to watch her struggle with her jeans. The holes were so plentiful it was near impossible for the pledge to keep from exposing some part of her behind or puss. Clunky six-inch platform heels combined with the necessity of keeping her clothing in place, and made any movement an adventure for the teary eyed pledge. Having an older sister who was a current member of Omega house, Patrice thought, would save her some of the humiliation associated with Hell Week. She was wrong. Her older sister was always resentful of her parent’s younger favorite. The door opened and Patrice carefully stepped out "dressed" as a witch. Her brown hair had been dyed coal black. On top of her head she wore the traditional witches hat. It was what was underneath the hat that made her wince as she walked. The computer geeks for the small price of seeing some initiation pictures of the current class of Omega pledges had built a small electronic device that every time it shifted off center would generate a small electric shock. Hidden in her hair and inside her skimpy costume the thin wires had been cruelly twisted around each of Patrice's nipples. A third wire ran down the side of her costume. There was some debate as to where this should lead, her puss or asshole. It was agreed that an Omega couldn't be cumming all over herself in public so it should be inserted in her asshole. The sisters wanted to make sure it wouldn't come out so it was super glued into her crack after fully 8 inches were inserted in her rectum. Her body was barely covered in black leather. The outfit was a single piece of leather consisting of a skirt the same length as Megan's elf skirt. Like the other three pledges, panties were omitted from her costume. The top band of the skirt was much lower however. The hem to the top of the "skirt" measured no more than 12 inches. Its only purpose was to cover Patrice's puss when standing. Any bending of any kind and the pledge would flash all who were looking at her. There was no material at all on the front or back. The skirt was held on by material that ran up the sides of the wearer and over her shoulders. Two semi-circles of material jutted out to barely cover Patrice's nipples and hide the wires. The two pieces were joined by laces. Though only nineteen Patrice had 38D breasts of which only her nipples and the barest of skin were covered, and these were straining against the laces and material. To keep the material in front as far apart as possible laces pulled the material together in the back. Patrice's footwear consisted of thigh high black leather boots with 6"stilletto heels. The sisters wanted to ensure maximum movement and shifting on the pledge’s part to shock herself. To add to this they had poured oil in to the boots. Patrice not only had to concentrate on balancing on the severe heels, but also to not have her feet shift inside the boots. She had already fallen twice parading in front of the sisters. They laughed at Patrice, as she yelped and fell to the ground. Both her tits had popped out and she hurriedly covered them back up, all the while getting a continual shock on her nipples and in her rectum. Her nipples were yanked by the wires when she fell, adding greatly to her humiliating pain. A hard slap on her exposed behind hurried her back to her feet. Enduring 6 days of spankings made her jump at the chance to avoid any further attention to that area. Though the geeks had told the sisters that Patrice would only receive a mild annoying shock, what they did though, was put a much stronger battery in the device. Omega's never paid attention to them and Patrice would get to pay the price for their attitude. Blair slowly got up and entered the room. She looked at Deborah, the pledge trainer, and the evil look in her blue eyes told her she would definitely not enjoy what was going to happen. Blair's' social consciousness made her the primary target of all the sisters’ initiation games. They had saved the most humiliating and degrading costume for her. The idea came from a magazine Deborah had seen in the TKE house. Though it was expensive the cost would only add to Blair's humiliation as she would help the sorority recover the cost. At the command of “strip” Blair, who strived to be the most obedient pledge, quickly took off her blouse, shorts and panties. Pledges were never allowed to wear a bra. Standing in the pledge position of head bowed, shoulders back to thrust her bare breasts out and arms at her sides Blair's gaze fell upon her bald puss. Everyday since pledging the four girls had to shave each other in front of all the sisters. She was handed a pair of red boots to put on. The boots extended only to about 6 inches above her ankles and were loose fitting. Like Patrice's footwear they had six inch heels. They were too large on purpose. To keep them on her feet Blair would have to keep her toes clenched. Tears were already welling up in the pretty brunette’s eyes when she was tossed a red leather thong bikini bottom. As she slid it on her long legs and into place she noticed a small slit that was perfectly in line with her clitoris and another in the back strap of the thong. She was relieved when she saw that the slit exposed nothing in front. She knew the hole in the back was in her crack and was irrelevant, or so she thought. Blair was the tallest of the pledges and also the most athletic of all the members of Omega House. The one good thing she thought of, and the other pledges had commented on also when they had to opportunity to sneak a conversation in, was that with nudity so much a part of the hell week activities, at least they where in great shape and had bodies they did not have to be ashamed of. Blair's long legs and tight round behind were greatly accented by the heels on the boots. The thong hid nothing and her snow white behind contrasted greatly with her tan legs. When told to clasp her hands behind her she quickly did so. Her obedience did not escape the notice of the sisters dressing her. She felt leather being pulled over her hands and up her arms. She quickly and painfully surmised it was one piece because as the material rose further up her arms, her shoulders were pulled back and together. Straps were tossed over her shoulders. She grimaced and moaned as laces on the red leather sleeve were tightened till her elbows were touching. Her discomfort was meaningless, her humiliation everything. The laces were tied off not in a bow, but a knot. For good measure super glue was dripped into the knot. The sisters wanted to insure that getting Blair out of the sleeve would be difficult and hopefully painful. Blair, being the well trained pledge, kept her head bowed. Tears ran down her cheeks. Though noticed, not one of the sisters said anything to her or moved to wipe them away. With her head on her chest Blair could see her breasts thrusting out invitingly. The sisters began putting the straps in place and buckling them. When finished the brunette's upper body was framed in leather. Straps were looped around the sides of her thong and pulled high forcing the bikini further into her. These straps were pulled towards the front and ran to her shoulders like suspenders. Circles of white leather, no larger than 3" in diameter, had been stitched onto the red straps to cover Blair's nipples. The minimal covering ensured that everyone would be able to see all of Blair's round firm 36C mounds except her aureoles. To maximize her discomfort the underside of the circles had sandpaper glued to them. A single drop of super glue on the tip of each nipple would hopefully keep Blair from exposing her breasts completely and also allow agonizing movement between the sandpaper and her sensitive nipples. Her hair was pulled back so a red collar could be buckled and locked around her neck. Made of plastic covered in leather, Blair was unable to turn or lower her head. She would be forced to look straight ahead so "everyone could see exactly who she was and remember her face." Devastated at the degrading costume she had allowed herself to be put into, she thought it could not get any worse, but it did. A foul tasting rubber bit was shoved into her mouth. Reminded of the most severe penalty for disobeying, Blair obediently bit down. Anticipating her reaction several of the girls held her body and head still as she heard a buzzing noise behind her. Their laughter covered her moans of protest and tears rolled down her cheeks as shears were run along the sides of her head. The sides of her head had been shaved to stubble, and with the application of shaving cream would soon be smooth. One of the sisters gathered up the long brunette hair that lay at her feet. What was left was braided into a ponytail on top of her head to flop around as she walked. Crying heavily Blair resisted not at all as the straps on the bit were positioned and tightly buckled into place framing her face with blinders of leather. "We only have one more item and then your jewelry." Deborah said through a leering evil smile. Blair closed her eyes tight when she saw the vibrator with her hair, or what used to be her hair, glued to the end. She was unceremoniously bent over. The thong was very tight and it was difficult, but the sisters had managed to find the slit in the back of the thong and shoved the vibrator none to gently into her asshole. She shuddered and bit down hard when it was turned on. Back standing up straight, one of the sisters commented on, and they all laughed at Blair, noticing that the discomfort from the object was causing her to stick out her behind. A small box was taken off the table and handed to Deborah. "Jewelry time, Pledge." The words made Blair close her eyes again. Belles were hung from her ears. Another attached to a clip on a ring was placed in her septum giving her the appearance of having her nose pierced. Blaire shook her head to relieve the pain in her nose but only got mocked for her effort as the bell jingled against her upper lip. With her eyes closed she could not see, and surely didn't want to see, the 12 tiny bells on a thin piece of red leather. Her muffled scream told the laughing sisters she most definitely felt them though, as the end of the leather was inserted into the slit and clipped to her clitoris. By looking no one would be able to tell the trip of bells were not just stitched to the front of her leather bikini. Only the Omega members, and of course Blair, knew differently. ++++++++++++++++++++++ What would possibly make four wealthy, beautiful 19-year-old girls endure such complete and total physical and psychological degradation? Possibly the need to belong to the most exclusive sorority at an exclusive university. Possibly the knowledge that being an Omega opened a lot of doors high up in corporations and law firms after graduation, and the initiation was a small price to pay for a lifetime of success. But the most likely reason was provided by the pledges themselves on their pledge questionnaires. The questions were geared to enable the members of Omega House to compile a detailed list of family members and, most importantly, the business contacts of their fathers and mothers. This information when combined with the practice of having pictures taken of pledge activities and even a few video tapes insured that no pledge would ever want to endure the disgrace of the most severe penalty for non compliance. That is, to have the college pledge activities distributed to their family and business contacts, the source of their privileged existence. Upon completion of Hell Week the pledges were constantly assured they would receive possession of all pictures and video for burning in a ceremony. ++++++++++++++++++++ What Megan, Cynthia, Patrice and Blair did not know, but would before the day was over, was that Omega had two pledge classes. One in which members enjoy all the exclusive benefits and advantages that could possibly be imagined, and the second pledge class, of which they were the only members, and was selected only once every four years. The sole purpose of their special class was to raise money and provide entertainment for all the sororities, fraternities and staff on campus. The four costumed girls wanted to be exclusive members and they were, just not in the way they thought. What they would soon learn, after the homecoming parade, was that they were branded as only property, property to be rented, degraded, trained and used to perform every disgusting act imaginable purely for the fun of others. In four years when they graduated, and they would graduate with straight D-’s, after all being dumb would be part of their training, they would go on to successful careers in the world of pornography, brothels and slavery. ************************************************************** To send encouraging words, you can contact the author at: blairbrek@yahoo.com