Anonymous
Wed, 19 Nov 03, 9:23 PM
Continuing...
After the last of the girls had stripped and used the toilet we were all led back downstairs to "The Hole" again. I had tried to find a clock somewhere while upstairs but it became obvious to me that they had all been hidden. I knew I was getting very tired. Standing against the wall, with no sounds at all, I found myself starting to nod off. It was only possible to make out the silhouette of the person on each side and I was happy to see Mae was still in the "game". I wasn't sure how she was going to handle the "strip" but there she was, just like me and all the others, in just a bra and panties. I began to wonder what was happening and why we were waiting around. Autumn had told me what the next phase was to be and yet here we all were, just standing against the walls of "The Hole". As I stood and waited I started wondering what all the counting the "sisters" had been doing signified. They had counted each item of clothing I'd added to the pile and Autumn had told me that they'd also be counting the items we were able to locate that were our own. Something was up but I didn't have any idea what it might be.
As before, the silence was broken with the door of the room opening and a group of the "sisters" running in, screaming at the top of their lungs. The next phase was about to begin. One by one we were herded up to the foyer. The pile of clothes was now very large. I did a quick calculation and, using my own count as a "norm" came up with almost 500 articles of clothing in the pile. I have no idea what determined who was to go first or last. I just knew that whoever was first would have a very hard time finding anything at all in that mess. I knew it would be hard enough to find any of your own clothes but to have to put them on as well made it a very difficult stunt. Mae ended up being one of the first and I was pleasantly surprised that she jumped right in. When her five minutes were up I saw she at least had sucessfully located a pair of her jeans and a top. I knew that made her happy. She then had to be "inspected" to make sure that the items were, indeed, her own. As freshmen, we were all told to have name tags sewn into our things for our own protection. It appeared that if you had found an item that had no tag in it then it wouldn't count. I had received some christmas gifts that I knew didn't have a name sewn in and was standing there trying to remember exactly which they were. It turned out to be slow process. Again, I was near the end to go. The pile was still overwhelming. As I approached the pile I saw my shorts and grabbed them up first. I also found one of my sweaters and a bra. I slipped them on just before the timer went off. Only three items. I was worried because I'd only seen one other girl with a total that low. When we were all finished it was back down to "The Hole".
When I got there I noticed that there was something different. In all cases prior to this we'd been led in one at a time with the door always opened and then quickly closed behind us. This time the door was open and we all filed in, finding places against the wall as before. With the door open there was enough light to make out the faces of most of the pledges. In looking about it was also obvious that there were no "sisters" in the chairs that filled the middle of the room. After a few minutes the door closed but I also noticed that when it closed there was not even one "sister" in the room. After a while I heard one of the braver pledges whispering. Then another and another. If there was one thing that had been driven home to me it was that we were to be silent until asked a question by a "sister". As I heard the whispering all I could think of was what would happen if they got caught. Since I wasn't a part of it I never gave any thought to myself if and when it came to punishment. How wrong I was!
The door came flying open with a bang. "BUSTED!" was what we all heard. There was a hole in the wall that we had never seen and they had been monitoring us. The "pledge mistress" came in and stood in the middle of the floor yelling profanities at us, calling us about every name she could think of. The only thing I really heard was that we were all about an inch from being dismissed from the sorority. She, still yelling, claimed that never had any class disappointed as much as ours. While she was still going though her tirade, another "sister" came in and started pleading with her to give us all another chance. They seemed to "debate" for a bit and then the "pledge mistress" backed down and told us that we had one "last chance".
This time we were taken up to the dining area. I saw Autumn with some cloth in her hands. We were told to go to our "big sister" and wait for further instructions. But, while I stood there she put the cloth to my face and blindfolded me. She did a good job. Try as I might I couldn't see any light at all. Then we were told to put our arms out in front of us. I felt something soft being placed over my hands. The next thing we were told was to make a fist and as soon as I did I could hear the sound of tape being ripped. That was followed by feeling the tape being wrapped around my fists. I couldn't even wiggle a finger. From there we we taken back to the foyer. I could tell because I could clearly hear people going up and down the stairs. The next thing I heard was laughter. Then I found myself being turned around and around and around and then shoved forward. As I stumbled, trying desperately to stay on my feet I felt myself bouncing off off of people. The laughter continued as I kept being shoved this way and that. Finally it stopped as I made about a dozen steps forward without touching anybody. I felt and heard Autumn grab me and lead me away from the laughter. I had no idea what had just happened but I was still dizzy and weak kneed. I also felt like I was going to pee.
I recovered and by the time the laughter stopped I felt fairly normal. Then I heard some very welcome words. We were asked if we would like a bathroom break. I nodded my head as vigorously as I could. As I was doing so I could hear muffled giggles from in front of where I was standing. I felt someone take me by the arm and lead me to and up the stairs. Then the blindfold was removed. I was in the doorway to the second floor bathroom. There were four stalls and a girl in front of each. The doors had been taped open. One of the "sisters" told them that they had five minutes to "do their business". There was one major problem. Our hands were taped into fists. Of the first four, one didn't have any jeans, pants or shorts on. I concentrated on her. She tried desperately to try and grab some of the material from her panties to be able to tug them down. It wasn't working. Another "sister" called out "Four!" meaning four minutes to go. I continued to focus on the same girl, trying to glean some idea of what might work for me. I was pretty sure I could get my shorts down but the panties worried me. When I looked down the line at the others I saw one girl crying. As soon as she started a "sister" was in her face calling her a "baby". The other two just put their hands up as if to say it was no use. The girl in the panties finally gave up and sat on the toilet when the "sister" calling out the time yelled "One!". This was certainly different for me to be watching somebody else wet themselves but I really didn't get any pleasure out of it.
I was in the next group. I was right about being able to tug my shorts down. The leg openings were wide enough for me to get a fist inside and then to put the other one against it and yank downwards. But my plight was the same as the girl who I'd watched. The panties that Autumn had brought me to replace the wet ones were nylon and just too slipery to get a hold of. It was a no brainer as to what I was going to do. At least I had the knowledge that only a few "sisters" would be able to witness my third wetting. I do remember having a much more pleasurable feeling about doing it this time. When I had finished I still had the problem of getting my shorts back up. Try as I might I just couldn't do it. I would have had to have been a contortionist. The only choice I had was to pull them off all the way. When I walked back to the door I was surprised to see Marni. She was trying not to smile but it was obvious that she had witnessed what I'd done. I quickly looked down as I knew if I continued to look at her I'd end up smiling and get in trouble all over again.
When the "break" was over our hands were untaped and it was back to "The Hole". I was so very very tired. Leaning against the wall again I closed my eyes and this time I actually did nod off for a short bit. The opening of the door woke me up though. I heard my name being called by the "sister" who had opened it. Fear ran through me. I hadn't been first for anything. I had the worst thoughts. "What had been the reason for all the counting? How did my numbers stack up againt the others? Were my 'accidents' going to be held against me?" As we climbed the stairs I was shaking and I held onto the rail as tightly as I could. I was led into the room they called the Library. The president of the sorority was behind a desk and the other officers stood solemnly by. I just knew what was going to happen. I looked down at the floor but was instructed to look at the president. I did and she asked me something. I didn't hear her. I swear I didn't. I just stood there looking at her. Then I heard, very clearly, "That's it!" And she went on to describe me as being the absolute worst pledge that the sorority had ever seen. If I hadn't already steeled myself for not being accepted I probably would have broken down right there. Tears did well up in my eyes. Then I was asked if there was anything I wanted to say for "wasting all their time". All I could think of was "I'm sorry." and was then led off to a room on the second floor. At that time all I wanted to do was sleep. But that wasn't to come for quite a while.
Each and every pledge went though the same thing I did. That process WAS the initiation. It was to judge how much each girl valued becoming a member. It was very cruel, especially for some of the others but of the 20 of us, 19 made it to graduation. :)
After the last of the girls had stripped and used the toilet we were all led back downstairs to "The Hole" again. I had tried to find a clock somewhere while upstairs but it became obvious to me that they had all been hidden. I knew I was getting very tired. Standing against the wall, with no sounds at all, I found myself starting to nod off. It was only possible to make out the silhouette of the person on each side and I was happy to see Mae was still in the "game". I wasn't sure how she was going to handle the "strip" but there she was, just like me and all the others, in just a bra and panties. I began to wonder what was happening and why we were waiting around. Autumn had told me what the next phase was to be and yet here we all were, just standing against the walls of "The Hole". As I stood and waited I started wondering what all the counting the "sisters" had been doing signified. They had counted each item of clothing I'd added to the pile and Autumn had told me that they'd also be counting the items we were able to locate that were our own. Something was up but I didn't have any idea what it might be.
As before, the silence was broken with the door of the room opening and a group of the "sisters" running in, screaming at the top of their lungs. The next phase was about to begin. One by one we were herded up to the foyer. The pile of clothes was now very large. I did a quick calculation and, using my own count as a "norm" came up with almost 500 articles of clothing in the pile. I have no idea what determined who was to go first or last. I just knew that whoever was first would have a very hard time finding anything at all in that mess. I knew it would be hard enough to find any of your own clothes but to have to put them on as well made it a very difficult stunt. Mae ended up being one of the first and I was pleasantly surprised that she jumped right in. When her five minutes were up I saw she at least had sucessfully located a pair of her jeans and a top. I knew that made her happy. She then had to be "inspected" to make sure that the items were, indeed, her own. As freshmen, we were all told to have name tags sewn into our things for our own protection. It appeared that if you had found an item that had no tag in it then it wouldn't count. I had received some christmas gifts that I knew didn't have a name sewn in and was standing there trying to remember exactly which they were. It turned out to be slow process. Again, I was near the end to go. The pile was still overwhelming. As I approached the pile I saw my shorts and grabbed them up first. I also found one of my sweaters and a bra. I slipped them on just before the timer went off. Only three items. I was worried because I'd only seen one other girl with a total that low. When we were all finished it was back down to "The Hole".
When I got there I noticed that there was something different. In all cases prior to this we'd been led in one at a time with the door always opened and then quickly closed behind us. This time the door was open and we all filed in, finding places against the wall as before. With the door open there was enough light to make out the faces of most of the pledges. In looking about it was also obvious that there were no "sisters" in the chairs that filled the middle of the room. After a few minutes the door closed but I also noticed that when it closed there was not even one "sister" in the room. After a while I heard one of the braver pledges whispering. Then another and another. If there was one thing that had been driven home to me it was that we were to be silent until asked a question by a "sister". As I heard the whispering all I could think of was what would happen if they got caught. Since I wasn't a part of it I never gave any thought to myself if and when it came to punishment. How wrong I was!
The door came flying open with a bang. "BUSTED!" was what we all heard. There was a hole in the wall that we had never seen and they had been monitoring us. The "pledge mistress" came in and stood in the middle of the floor yelling profanities at us, calling us about every name she could think of. The only thing I really heard was that we were all about an inch from being dismissed from the sorority. She, still yelling, claimed that never had any class disappointed as much as ours. While she was still going though her tirade, another "sister" came in and started pleading with her to give us all another chance. They seemed to "debate" for a bit and then the "pledge mistress" backed down and told us that we had one "last chance".
This time we were taken up to the dining area. I saw Autumn with some cloth in her hands. We were told to go to our "big sister" and wait for further instructions. But, while I stood there she put the cloth to my face and blindfolded me. She did a good job. Try as I might I couldn't see any light at all. Then we were told to put our arms out in front of us. I felt something soft being placed over my hands. The next thing we were told was to make a fist and as soon as I did I could hear the sound of tape being ripped. That was followed by feeling the tape being wrapped around my fists. I couldn't even wiggle a finger. From there we we taken back to the foyer. I could tell because I could clearly hear people going up and down the stairs. The next thing I heard was laughter. Then I found myself being turned around and around and around and then shoved forward. As I stumbled, trying desperately to stay on my feet I felt myself bouncing off off of people. The laughter continued as I kept being shoved this way and that. Finally it stopped as I made about a dozen steps forward without touching anybody. I felt and heard Autumn grab me and lead me away from the laughter. I had no idea what had just happened but I was still dizzy and weak kneed. I also felt like I was going to pee.
I recovered and by the time the laughter stopped I felt fairly normal. Then I heard some very welcome words. We were asked if we would like a bathroom break. I nodded my head as vigorously as I could. As I was doing so I could hear muffled giggles from in front of where I was standing. I felt someone take me by the arm and lead me to and up the stairs. Then the blindfold was removed. I was in the doorway to the second floor bathroom. There were four stalls and a girl in front of each. The doors had been taped open. One of the "sisters" told them that they had five minutes to "do their business". There was one major problem. Our hands were taped into fists. Of the first four, one didn't have any jeans, pants or shorts on. I concentrated on her. She tried desperately to try and grab some of the material from her panties to be able to tug them down. It wasn't working. Another "sister" called out "Four!" meaning four minutes to go. I continued to focus on the same girl, trying to glean some idea of what might work for me. I was pretty sure I could get my shorts down but the panties worried me. When I looked down the line at the others I saw one girl crying. As soon as she started a "sister" was in her face calling her a "baby". The other two just put their hands up as if to say it was no use. The girl in the panties finally gave up and sat on the toilet when the "sister" calling out the time yelled "One!". This was certainly different for me to be watching somebody else wet themselves but I really didn't get any pleasure out of it.
I was in the next group. I was right about being able to tug my shorts down. The leg openings were wide enough for me to get a fist inside and then to put the other one against it and yank downwards. But my plight was the same as the girl who I'd watched. The panties that Autumn had brought me to replace the wet ones were nylon and just too slipery to get a hold of. It was a no brainer as to what I was going to do. At least I had the knowledge that only a few "sisters" would be able to witness my third wetting. I do remember having a much more pleasurable feeling about doing it this time. When I had finished I still had the problem of getting my shorts back up. Try as I might I just couldn't do it. I would have had to have been a contortionist. The only choice I had was to pull them off all the way. When I walked back to the door I was surprised to see Marni. She was trying not to smile but it was obvious that she had witnessed what I'd done. I quickly looked down as I knew if I continued to look at her I'd end up smiling and get in trouble all over again.
When the "break" was over our hands were untaped and it was back to "The Hole". I was so very very tired. Leaning against the wall again I closed my eyes and this time I actually did nod off for a short bit. The opening of the door woke me up though. I heard my name being called by the "sister" who had opened it. Fear ran through me. I hadn't been first for anything. I had the worst thoughts. "What had been the reason for all the counting? How did my numbers stack up againt the others? Were my 'accidents' going to be held against me?" As we climbed the stairs I was shaking and I held onto the rail as tightly as I could. I was led into the room they called the Library. The president of the sorority was behind a desk and the other officers stood solemnly by. I just knew what was going to happen. I looked down at the floor but was instructed to look at the president. I did and she asked me something. I didn't hear her. I swear I didn't. I just stood there looking at her. Then I heard, very clearly, "That's it!" And she went on to describe me as being the absolute worst pledge that the sorority had ever seen. If I hadn't already steeled myself for not being accepted I probably would have broken down right there. Tears did well up in my eyes. Then I was asked if there was anything I wanted to say for "wasting all their time". All I could think of was "I'm sorry." and was then led off to a room on the second floor. At that time all I wanted to do was sleep. But that wasn't to come for quite a while.
Each and every pledge went though the same thing I did. That process WAS the initiation. It was to judge how much each girl valued becoming a member. It was very cruel, especially for some of the others but of the 20 of us, 19 made it to graduation. :)