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The Battle for Brynhildr

By: CopperSkink



"We're never gonna get outta here..." the shivering young girl cried for the eighth time.

"Yes we are," her companion assured her impatiently for the eighth time. "Just stick close to me, and we'll make it, alright?"

Brynhildr looked up at the red-head with admiration for the eighth time. Despite the enormous pressure on her, she was keeping herself as composed as if she was making no more critical a decision as to whether to advance on a chess board with a bishop instead of a knight. And she looked stunning in her black lace lingerie with red trim and her matching satin pillows.

Hildy wore a huge bra to compensate for her breasts, purported to be the largest on campus, and she had been made to wear a tiny, tiny g-string to compensate, but she had never worn such underwear in her life, and now she was scared and alone in a huge house filled with women who were out to get her. She was armed with nothing more than a small silk pillow that weighed less than one of her breasts.

"Come on, Hildy. They have as much to fear as you do. What is that in your hand?"

She turned the pillow over a few times. "My favorite pillow?"

"No, it's your weapon. It's just like mine." Not exactly, but a pillow is a pillow. "It's just as good as what everyone else has. It's all you need to defend yourself, all you have to do is strike when the time is right. You can do this."

A scream tore through the house, further terrifying Hildy. "Relax! It's fine!" her companion insisted strictly, but it was too late.

"It's not fine; we're all gonna die!" Hildy shrieked, and in her terror she lept up from her safe hiding place and fled the room before her companion should react.

"Hildy, no! Brynhildr!" But it was too late.

************

"Well, this was certainly a good idea," Hildy said out-loud to comfort herself in the utter quiet of the endless halls. The only light to guide her was what creeped in from the thin sliver of a moon through the drawn curtains at the ends of the halls. Portraits could be just made out to line the walls, but there was never enough light to make out more than a crude silhouette.

Comfort. That was a far cry away. All last semester all she wanted was a bit of comfort. She received none from her flat mates, either ogling men or jealous women. She was long since accustomed to covering her chest up, but to no avail. Six months she had lived on campus, and she hadn't made a single friend.

Until she showed up. But it was no offer of friendship. "We all know what you'll be doing on Valentine's day!" she had laughed, and a large group of her cronies all bearing the letters "SLT" joined in on the laughing. Hildy had heard worse, but it was too much for a certain someone.

"Not this time," the stranger had said to her. "She's gone much too far, and you've endured far too much. Valentine's day is no day to make a girl fee inadequate about herself, and you have nothing to feel inadequate about."

She then looked with favor over Hildy's breast-filled sweatshirt and gave her a most warm smile, a smile that she began to remember seeing from that same girl several times ever since she arrived, but she was too withdrawn to notice a nice face.

That was one week earlier. She touched her left breast with her free hand, feeling the rough scratch of paper tucked away. It was too dark to read, but she had memorized the lines written there in beautiful scrip perfectly, a hand-written copy of what was sent to the cruel person,

"Enough is enough. You mock and scorn, and I've let it pass; not this time. You have offended a sweet lady, and for that I will personally punish you. I am honor-bound to inform you that one week from tonight, on the night of National Sisterhood Bonding Day, my sisters and I will invade your house of lies and false comfort to make you apologize to our newest pledge. 

"I will trust you and yours to abide by the conduct of engagement as dictated by Bonding Day, and you can expect our presence by the first light of the moon on the aforementioned day. I bid you farewell, for next time we meet, it shall be as mortal enemies."

All of that for her, for Hildy. The response came the next day; and when she saw it, she almost peed herself,

"You have made a grave mistake in challenging us, and even worse in giving us such warning. There is no way you can win, but we welcome you to try. Should you fail, you know what the forfeit is. She will make us a fine pledge. Until then..." 

She hadn't known about the stipulation, what was on the line. But her new leader and elder sister had showed no fear, "This night is about you. You'll take your destiny back into your own hands, and you'll do it as the beautiful woman you are, not some cowardly mouse who runs from adversity. Take your weapon. Strike down your foes that would oppose you. When you emerge, you will be renowned across campus as a woman who defends her honor and her beauty."

When she was made to dress in an outfit that cost more than anything she owned and weighed less than her hair, she was afraid to come out, but her leader urged her on with silent words until at last she did, right out into the rest. She was horrified, for everyone else had dressed down to their underwear, and they all looked as teen goddesses dressed for a hot wedding night, not for battle.

When she walked through them, guided by her fearless leader, they all nodded to her confidently, also looking long and lustfully at her chest, brought to new heights by the costly bra. She was used to women staring just as much as men, but there was no jealousy from them, only desire. It gave her a strength to put on her robe and step out the door, armed with nothing more than her silk pillow and her determination.

But when they stepped out as one unit, her courage had begun to fade. The moderate winter wind flew through her robe, chilling her bare skin. Other passersby leered at her and her companions, but her companions held their heads high, refusing to hide their beauty. So neither did she. Halfway to their destination, she had been holding her head just as high.

But once they arrived, all that was over. It had looked abandoned, dark, and terrifying. They had snuck in through the front door, it being the least expected point of entry, also being the largest room in the house and having the most exits to flee from. The tactic had worked, but soon their penetration was discovered. The trap was sprung, and they all had fled.

Hildy could still remember the screams from those who never made it out of that room. They were dead, and she was to blame. All through the house she had fled, suddenly finding herself in the arms of her leader, who had pursued her and kept her safe. Until her moment of insecurity, the moment when yet another of her new sisters that had trusted her and fought for her lost her life for her cause.

Now she was alone. Alone and frightened. Again. Again, feeling pathetic, worthless, humiliated, and alone. It made her fall to the floor and cry.

She knew she should've kept her peace, for her silence was the last thing protecting her, but it was too late. A nearby door burst open, and what must've been five lace-clad women came tearing through, each bearing a frightening arsenal of pillows.  

She cowered against the wall, trying to draw farther away against a hard place as they ruthlessly circled her, turning their deadly weapons in their hands, flaunting them just to scare her. They were all singularly beautiful in the dim light, all wearing as little as her, with many different sizes and colors. Some wore stockings, others high heels that displayed perfectly sculpted calves. But none of them had breasts like hers.

"I wish I never had these stupid things!" she complained.

"Hildy, no! Stay quiet!"

"But I'm scared!"

"Okay, okay, hush up, sweety. Listen: These aren't evil, and you're not cursed. You're blessed."

"You try them, then."

Her leader got to her knees in front of her where she was holed up out of the way, and lifted one of her heavy breasts in her tiny hand. "These may be what got you into this trouble, but they're also what'll see you through this. They'll protect you. You have to trust me."

There was such a sweetness in the way the bold woman with hair for fire looked at her so calmly, with so much concern. Her thumb swept sweetly across her breast, teasing her hardening nipple under the soft, thin fabric.

"Be strong, okay? For me?" She pushed forward and kissed her. Just a light kiss, but something that warmed her to her toes before she ever realized her exposed skin was chilled, even in the warmth of the sorority. Her leader's hand gripped softly on her breast, almost not at all, now squeezing her nipple with each grip. She felt a strange moisture from under her panties, which she mistook for an eyepatch when she first saw it.

"Okay?"

"Okay."

The hand pulled away from her breast, and she felt alone again, but the warmth on her lips spread throughout her, giving her strength.

But it was over, all over. Tears burst forth from her eyes; she cried in great sobs, completely broken down by her adversaries. She heard their laughter pouring down on her; she kept her eyes to the ground, seeing only perfect legs, some in fishnet, some in nylons, some bare. All those legs moved towards her in a sudden rush, and she knew it was over.

"So much for the panties," the cynical side of herself thought as she felt her urine leak out of her in terror, soaking her thighs and the carpet.

"Gross; she pissed herself!" one of them said.

Several long seconds went by; she felt herself breathing, and she knew she was still alive, but for how long? They came in to recover the pillows they had thrown, all of them missing her by no greater measurement than a hair on a cunt. The cold breeze chilled her where her urine had embarrassingly warmed her thighs. This was only the beginning; they would keep her alive.

They pulled her to her feet, pulling her hair back to look into her eyes, glossed over from fear. "What do we do with her?"

"It seems this little number is the cause for all this trouble. We'll bring her back to the boss."

Her head was pulled down, and the dull thud of a pillow echoed from the back of her neck, and near-darkness became total darkness.

*********

"Ahh, you're coming around," an over-excited voice said.

Hildy stirred and wavered, and then she opened her eyes. She was in a large room lit by a series of sweet-smelling candles. She felt her bra and her panties still; they hadn't undressed her. But her hands were tied securely around her back, leaving her helpless, legs spread on the floor, shoved up against a wall.

She saw the speaker, the same arrogant girl as before, a college senior. Her body was trim and tan, accented by form-fitting hip-huggers and a silky bra pushing her small breasts up to make the most out of what cleavage they were capable of. Over it was a sheer silk robe, covering everything down to her legs but hiding nothing, its only obscuring feature being the white fur trim on top where it tied around her neck. She was carrying a red heart pillow just big enough for her head.

She walked over in her high-heeled slippers to a calender. "Mmm... February twelfth," she purred in her artificially sweetened voice. "Do you know why that day is important, my new little pledge?"

Hildy was still far too terrified to answer. Several guards patrolled the room, each bearing pillows of their own and dressed to the letters. Still, she managed a quick shaking of her head.

The cruel woman grinned. "National Sorority Bonding Day, two days from Valentine's day. Valentine's day, the one day out of the year most crucial to a woman's sense of sensuality and self-worth. Also a day of many broken hearts, which I'm sure you know everything about."

The guards stopped in their tracks to snicker at their leader's jab. "Years ago, sororities like this one felt their sisters drifting apart, caring more about five-minute boys than each other. National Sorority Bonding Day was began in secret, traditionally held the thirteenth, for us sisters to spend time in each other's company, reminding us of what's really important.

"The day got held back to the twelfth after a few tries, with girls needing all of the evening of the thirteenth to get their hair perfect. But since then, Bonding Day has been a very important day in the lives of university-dwelling women like us, who have bright futures and important boyfriends. You..."

Hildy was sobbing for self-pity, hardly listening to a word the woman was saying.

"You tried to ruin it for us, you and your band of rejects. So we'll have to have our fun with you to make up for it. Doesn't that sound fun?" She was rubbing her pussy through her panties, staring down at the prone Hildy. With her speech completed, she took several long leggy strides over to her, turned on the spot, bent at the waist, and pushed her panties down to her feet. Her pussy came into view, gripping to the mouth of the panties with a large drop of sticky fluid.

She stepped out of the panties and held them open to Hildy. She forced her mouth open, pushing the stained part in first, rubbing it along her tongue. Hildy went weak, tasting the cruel woman's come, something she had never tasted before, even from herself.

The rest of the panties got pushed into her mouth, and her mouth clamped shut. "Now, we have our fun," their leader said with glee. She went off to discuss matters with her guards, leaving Hildy to shed silent tears, to salivate around the panties, soaking them and swallowing the come blending with her saliva.

There was a knock on the door, which was opened at once by the closest guard. In came a beaten girl who could hardly stand. In fact, she was being dragged by two other girls, both with cruel, satisfied expressions on their faces. Hildy wanted to cry, for she recognized the hair. The long, bouncy, curly, red hair. The hair of her leader.

She had been blindfolded, her hands, bound. "Bring her to the other one," the evil leader laughed. The good leader was pulled, to weak to struggle, to Hildy's feet, where she was pushed to the floor.

"Now then," the evil leader laughed, "you shall give us some entertainment in exchange for all the trouble you've caused. Prepare her."

Her guards pulled her hips forward and pulled her panties down her legs to rest at her ankles, even using them to tie her feet together. Her joined feet were placed on her leader's back, her leader was pulled by the hair dangerously close between Hildy's legs.

Hildy felt the fear of death at the approaching head. She knew her death was close, as close as the tongue hanging out of her leader's tongue, and it took her to a place in her mind she never dared fear. The wicked leader leaned down to instruct the prostrated girl, "Now I'm sure you house of dykes have had plenty of practice at this, so I want a good show." She reached behind her to rub two fingers along the parted cheeks of her rival's ass. "And I think you know what happens if you don't. Go for it."

Hildy felt her mentor's breath on her bare pussy. She would never... but she was blind; she couldn't see who she would be torturing, and Hildy, gagged as she was, drowning in the sickening woman's intoxicating flavor, could say nothing. She saw the tongue come out, and in her terror, she urinated again.

"She's doing it again!" one of the guards shrieked, and they all heckled their amusement.

"Go ahead," the villainous leader said to the heroic one, slapping her on the ass, "drink up."

Hildy felt her leader's lips obediently latch around her sensitive urethra, even suckling away it it as she spilled what fluids she had left. Every drop of it was imbibed, and no complaints from the unwitting victim.

The brave soul began licking Hildy, cleaning her of any stray urine, and bringing her close to orgasm. It felt so sweet, so sensual, so comforting in the midst of danger, it made her forget about her troubles, if only for a moment. Everything the woman had said had turned out to be a lie, but at least she was degrading herself to make it up to her in the only way she could, and she didn't even know it was her.

She came, and she came again, and again, and again under her leader's tongue. She had never been licked down there before, having only slept with a couple men who had different tastes. She never dreamed a woman could make her feel that way, having only gotten the idea an hour earlier when her leader touched her breast and kissed her.

"Trust me implicitly. Never doubt me. I will never let you down."

She didn't know why she still held on to those words, not now, bound and humiliated in the face of their enemies, but she did. Something about the way the woman worked her tongue on her, giving her exactly what she needed for the moment. She wanted to clamp her thighs around her head, to hold her close so that she could never leave, let them both die that way.

And then there was chaos. The door had been forced open, and in strode... her leader? The same firy mane of red curls, the same beautiful black-with-red lingerie, the same sexy red heels. 

"An imposter?" the warlord shouted when she saw the newcomer. "This one was only a decoy! Get her!"

She came flailing in with duel pillows, looking like some unbelievable action figure, ducking under a swing, striking the back of the legs with one pillow, stabbing the heart with another. They outnumbered her six-to-one, and there were more on the way, but on she fought.

Meanwhile, the imposter(?) had forced her body up between Hildy's legs and was kissing her. Great drops of her own girlcome leaked down her lips. Her lips parted at the insistence of the woman's tongue, and a flood of come held in her mouth was released, and Hildy swallowed it all, unable to resist, not wanting to. 

They kissed but for the panties in her way, and with the prodding of the invading tongue, her teeth parted wider, wider, until the woman hooked her tongue around the panty strap, pulled it between her teeth, and drew it out.

Hildy coughed as silently as she could, saying, "Thanks," in her most hushed voice.

The other spit the panties out. "No problem. Get back-to-back, untie me."

She was turned to face the action as the other maneuvered her way behind her, and her heart lept with joy. The newcomer was winning, having struck down most of the competition with her blinding pillows. There was only the other leader still armed and standing.

The red-head made a grab between the blond's, revealing a horrible mistake on the blond's part: By taking her panties off, she had exposed her greatest weak point, the one place she could be killed instantly. But she was not to be taken so easily, and she struck her heart pillow hard across the incoming hand, disabling it. The red-head lost her other pillow tossing it into the face of a would-be assassin crawling up from behind. 

The assassin lost consciousness at the blow, but the damage was done. The blond dove between the red-head's legs, getting her off her feet, pulling her panties up just far enough, and attempting to jab her fingers inside. The red-head caught her hand, but there was nothing she could do about the tongue that split her pussy in half, making her scream in pleasure.

"What's happening?" the other red-head demanded from behind Hildy in her hushed voice, still taking advantage of being forgotten.

"The new one's getting her pussy eaten; she looks like she's gonna come."

"Is she being fingered?"

"No, she's holding her by the hand, and the blond has to hold her butt up with the other one."


The Battle for Brynhildr



"Thank god... I need to help, and fast. Can't you get this loose?"

The bra holding their hands fast were tied too tight. Hildy thought she found the clasp, but she could only get two fingers close enough, and it was proving difficult.

"I can't work the clasp!" she said in her shushed voice.

"Can't work the clasp; did you go to middle school, or not?"

While they struggled, the battle went on before Hildy's eyes. The red-head managed to work her thighs around the blond's head; she pulled back, trying to flip the blond over, but she landed on top of her instead. The red-head herself got her head out from underneath her feet, turned over, and somehow managed to bury her tongue inside the writing pussy above her.

But her own pussy was vulnerable, and it was with split-second timing that she was able to grab both her opponent's hands to prevent her from fingering her. She herself wasn't able to do the same, which left it down to tongues. Her own legs spread at the advanced technique of the blond, allowing the invading tongue to penetrate her deeply. Her own skills were not to be mocked, but she was failing fast.

"We're running out of time. Quickly!"

She pinched, she pulled, she pushed, and the bra miraculously parted, practically bursting apart to allow the red-head to leap to her feet, rip her mask off, and dive into the action.

The dueling vixens had lost their grips on each other's hands in desperation, but rather than finger one-another to death, they lost basic drive for survival and each girl held her opponent's head, pulling it tightly against her own pussy. That's when the other red-head struck, parting the blond's ass apart, forcing her tongue into her butthole.

It was several terrifying minutes for Hildy to watch. The blond still persisted despite being licked from both ends; the red-head on the bottom seemed to be holding on by a thread, her only strength given her by her clone. Her moans and sighs and squeals of pleasure drowned out the blond's, terrifying Hildy.

She was horrified, even at the thought of having someone's tongue up her backside like the blond was getting. She was likewise moved at the distance the red-head was willing to go for her. But knowing her tongue, Hildy was also overcome with lust, wishing the girl would do that to her instead. And she wanted to return the favor.

"Help us!" the red-head on top shouted. The one on the bottom had stopped eating the blond's pussy, too overcome with pleasure to use her tongue. Hildy found her strength and burst forward, but she didn't have the slightest clue what to do. Then she saw it: A bulge in her companion's wide black boyshorts.

She reached under them and pulled out a pillow, so small, the only thing it could possibly cushion was a ring. She didn't hesitate, she struck, right in the pleasure center: The blond's tailbone.

The blond shouted in pain, but the three of them had her. She collapsed, giving the girl beneath her the opportunity to lick her into a frenzy, though she still kept crushing her pussy against her face. In a matter of moments, she was crying out, shouting, screaming even, and her orgasm took her over, then left her lying in a heap, exhausted.

It was over. Hildy broke down and cried, relieved to be free.

"Not over," the first red-head stated matter-of-factly as she and her clone untangled themselves from their defeated opponent. "You have to finish it, just how I showed you."

"I... I can't!"

"Shh... shh... it's okay," the clone said, cooing and petting the girl's hair. "You can do this. We all believe in you. This is your night."

The girl dried her tears while her two helpers turned the unconscious body over and spread her legs. "She's wet enough; do it now while she's still out."

Hildy extended her two fingers, licked them thoroughly, and placed them on the blond's spread pussy. "You can do this," she said to herself, and she pushed her fingers inside.

The blond snapped into wakingness; now she was the terrified one, scared for her very life, about to expire. But her attacker was determined, finally feeling the strength she needed. Her fingers hooked up, and she felt the spot she was looking for. She began to massage it slowly, making the blond moan.

With her victory before her, she closed her eyes, feeling the blond writhe under her touch. Just a few seconds, that's all it would take. The twins had done the rest; it was only a matter of time. But she got a surprise: The blond had gathered up her strength and countered, reaching forward just far enough to get a finger of her own inside Hildy.

"Do it," one of the twins demanded.

"She's only bluffing," the other added.

Hildy bit her lip and pressed on, massaging the blond's G-spot as she had been taught. The blond's finger wiggled inside her, trying to bring her off as fast as possible, but she didn't know what she was looking for, and she was only using one finger. Still, Hildy had been brought to such heights to her mentor that she felt she would've come just from looking at the blond's sleek body.

She fell forward over her victim. Her large breasts dangled over the other's small ones, and their hands worked faster and faster to deal the death blow. The blond was persistent, and Hildy couldn't see herself holding on much longer, feeling the pressure that had been put on the daring second red-head.

Just when she couldn't take anymore, her bra was undone from one of the two behind her, setting her heaving breasts free. The blond saw them, and after biting her lip in resistance for several aching moments, her will broke. She retreated from the frightened girl's vagina to grip both of the large breasts and sucked one of her nipples as hard as she could. Hildy took hope and frigged her pussy harder than ever, vibrating the tips of her fingers along the G-spot with everything had.

At last, the blond broke out into screams. She gripped tightly onto the breasts, bit hard on the nipple in her mouth, but she was overcome with violent fits of spasms that tore her apart, coming with such ecstasy as she had never known before.

Then, having breathed her last, she collapsed onto the floor, fingered to death.

Hildy's fingers had been pushed out by her opponent's spasms, but still she rubbed her pussy furiously and rubbed her breasts against her face, unable to accept the truth. The twins gently pulled her off.

"It's over, Hildy. We won. You won."

One of them pulled her hand free and held it up for them all to see. "Taste her," she said to the shaking girl. "That's your victory, wet on your fingers.

Hildy sucked her moist fingers into her mouth and moaned with delight. The girls backed off her, and she fell down to the blond, touching her body and kissing her skin. She moved down to the pussy and began lapping away at the juices that still flowed from the swollen pussy.

The twins let her go at it as she would; both were too tired to object. The danger was gone.

"Let's go home."

*************8

The eleven girls pushed in two at a time to their own sorority. Some were still limping from the monstrous orgasms that had taken them out of the game. They tore off the thin robes that just covered them from breast to thigh, and collapsed onto the nearest furniture that was in abundance in the foyer.

Last to enter were the three heroins of the night. The two red-heads supported their new pledge by the shoulders, and dumped her off on the prime seat, the large red couch that sat as the centerpiece of the grand hall.

Hildy was recovered enough from the walk, and peeled her thin robe off. She didn't manage to recover her underwear, but she had clasped firmly in her hand the blond's panties, her trophy.

"I told you I'd take care of you," one of the red-heads said.

"Who are you?" Hildy asked of the other, who had yet to introduce herself.

"Brynhildr, meet my twin sister Persia, our own bubble of air in the syringe."

"Great metaphor, Hunter," Persia laughed. She also plonked down onto the couch. "God, that girl can eat pussy. I thought I wasn't gonna make it."

"Sangria?" one of the other girls asked. "I don't mean to overstep, but do you think we could go shower?"

"We're not done yet," Sangria said gravely. "One more thing to do. Hildy, can you stand?" She pulled Hildy to her feet and stood before her. "Brynhildr, you are now one of us. What's ours is yours as you are now mine and mine alone. Say the word, and all of this," she waved around the room, "is yours to share. Boys, girls, studies, entertainment, hard work, everything."

"Sign me up," Hildy croaked.

Sangria smiled, then kissed the girl softly on the lips. Hildy responded as softly, but the kiss was pressed deeper, deeper until their tongues were fighting, breathing life into each other's depths. Sangria pushed Hildy back onto the couch, then got between her legs to lick at her exposed pussy.

Persia took over kissing Hildy, welcoming her in turn. She pushed her sister out of the way to take her pussy over, so Sangria got up to stand on the couch and let Hildy lick her pussy in turn.

Several minutes passed, Hildy making love to the twins. Sangria pressed her hips tightly against the panting girl as her sister drove her tongue deeper inside while fingering herself in preparation for her turn. In synchronous queue, they all came together, spilling their fluids into each other's mouths or on the floor as befit.

Sangria fell to the floor and Hildy lay stuffed into the couch, but Persia wasn't done. She climbed up onto the couch as her twin had to straddle Hildy's face, but another girl got between them to kiss Hildy.

"Hi; I'm Bianca," the new girl said between their kiss, and when she'd had enough, she went down between her legs to eat her out and allow her to do the same to Persia.

That coupling didn't last longer than a minute before Persia joined her sister on the floor, immediately entwining with kisses and fingers while the rest of the initiation continued. Beth took over for Persia, and Cali came after Bianca joined the twins on the floor. Hildy continued tasting and being tasted by the entire sisterhood until they had all gone through her, finally winding up in one long chain with each girl having a pussy for her tongue and a tongue for her pussy, she herself placed between the twins.

She pulled Sangria's head farther back until she got the tongue in her ass like she had fantasized about, and her spirit was renewed with the naughty eroticism of it. She went about eating Persia's ass about in turn, and from the way the moaning in the room chanced, she could only guess the change had telephoned all the way back to Sangria.

They continued eating one-another in that circle until all of them came at least once, though Sangria managed to bring the newcomer Hildy off a whole four times more.

"Now you can shower," Sangria panted after what must have been an hour passed. But everyone was too tired to move. Fortunately the carpet was soft enough for them to all drop off to sleep on the pillows they brought, which had been deadly weapons hours earlier.

**********888888

"I'm tired," Hildy complained.

Persia and Sangria giggled to each other. The three were alone in the room; the rest of the girls had been trained to get up early and take care of themselves first and each other after. They would take turns sleeping in; today it was the twins' turn along with their newcomer.

"And I'm cramping."

"You get our bed tonight," Sangria suggested none too subtly. "But get yourself cleaned up for your big day; I'll give a couple of the girls to take care of you."

"Take care of me?"

"Bathe you, feed you, fuck you, anything you could possibly want. They'll do your nails, massage you, read to you, show you how to come like you've never come before. They'll teach you how to do all that for the rest of them and for us, and you'll learn to depend on that sorority. That's the word for sistership, by the way."

"I'm guessing you learned that from each other," I said of her and her twin.

"And our two other sisters," Persia added, "though we haven't broken the baby in yet. We may never."

"Sex?"

"She likes the quiet life, I suppose. She didn't go to college, see."

"Oh, I see."

"Now get to work."

"Oh yeah; what's so important about today?"

"Yesterday, you got revenge. Today, you get vindicated."

"What's for tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow, you take the most important step of all: Making a friend out of an enemy."

Hildy went through the paces, and it was everything that was advertised. Two of the girls, Beth and Bianca, bathed her thoroughly by hand in a huge hot tub, then took turns eating her out on the shower deck while the other would scrub her body.

She then got a massage from Kira and Carly, both of whom were taking "special" massage classes. They showed her more about the technique she had used against the blond the night before, and she got to use it on them both after they made her climax from it about five times each. Her ass was killing her after undergoing the various variations, however.

After taking a late lunch, she was dressed by Linda and Cali, who said they were sisters. She asked them if they had sex like Persia and Sangria did, to which they responded by undressing each other and putting on a show for her benefit.

When it was all over, she was more tired than the night before even after a lie-in, though the floor didn't offer her much rest. The twins came to see her just as she was getting her shoes into place.

"Almost time," one said. They had since dressed into identical uniforms that everyone else wore; it was impossible to tell them apart. "You ready?"

"Ready for what?"

"Vindication."

She was taken downstairs to the drawing room, where she had some wine and pondered as to the last time she had even heard of a building having a drawing room that had been around more recently than a hundred years. In half an hour or so, Persia returned to take her back to the foyer, where Sangria was waiting with a guest.

The blond.

"I was hoping we could have an apology for your harsh words," Sangria said to her. "But we'll understand if you don't. It's just a request."

"I came here, didn't I?" the blond spat. "Just leave me alone with her, would you?"

"Of course. Hildy, she's all yours."

The blond and Hildy were left alone in the drawing room, where Hildy poured her a glass of wine as she was told to for good manners. They clinked glasses silently and drunk, neither having much to say.

"So... I wanted to..."

"No, you didn't," Hildy interrupted. "You're only here because you lost and you don't want anyone to say you lie about following rules."

"Okay, yeah. I have to say it anyway."

"If you do, I'll just tell them you didn't."

"Fine."

"Fine."

"..."

"...Hildy, will you be my valentine?"

"WHAT?"

The blond looked rather put-off. "Thanks to you, I was tossing and turning all night with wet dreams about you. I mean, nobody ever made me come like that before."

"So you want me to spend Valentine's day with you?"

"All day? Hell, no. Just... do that thing one more time? With your fingers?"

"Fuck you." Such harsh words were rather foreign to Hildy, but she latched onto them, feeling stronger with each curse.

"Wow. You are a real woman."

"Who says I'm not?"

"Everybody. 'There's Hildy, couldn't get a date if she tripped on a calender.' You dress like a librarian, you don't get your hair done, you take the stupidest classes, you don't hang out with anybody..."

"I was trying to stay out of everyone's way!" Hildy yelled. "See how well that worked; everything was fine, then you had to start that shit with me!"

"It was good for you," the blond defended. "Look at you now, right?"

"Yeah, you're a real help. Coming in here, telling me you wouldn't even bother apologizing if it didn't make you look like a lying bitch."

"I can still help you, you know."

"Yeah? How?"

"I can show you how to dress, introduce you to some people, get you some dates."

"It's too late for that," Hildy spat. "Sangria said I'd have everything I'd ever need here."

"You sure you wanna live with these bunch of dykes? I can get you into my house, a real house. Sigma Lambda Tao has been around since..."

"Just because they won't have anything to do with you and your team of sluts doesn't mean they're all dykes. Call them whatever you want, but they were nice to me, and you tried to... what's the word? Subjugate me?"

"Not subjugate, enlighten. We would've straightened you out, made a woman out of you. You'd've been better for it."

"Woman? Like you? You're more like a little kid, laughing at people for no good reason, treating everyone else like shit, pushing everyone around, trying to be the big girl. Sangria's a girl who doesn't care so long as everyone's nice to each other."

"Fine. If you don't want to be popular..."

"I don't care about what you think! You think everybody on campus worries about whether you think they're popular or not? Sangria doesn't, nor do the rest of the girls here. They're beautiful and they're smart, and they have the highest grades in school. What're you? Some dumb rich girl that bought her way into the pinkest sorority on campus four years ago?"

The blond was hurt at last. "Fine. I'll go now. It won't happen again, okay?"

"Wait!"

"What?"

"I'll be your valentine."