9 comments/ 26248 views/ 70 favorites The Princess and the Villain By: rarmons — Felix — At 4 p.m., the phone rang. Felix glanced at the caller ID, reading "Home." He sighed, and answered the call. "Hey, what's up?" "Are you busy tonight?" came his dad's voice through the speaker. "I was just studying, and getting some work done, so I could meet up with friends later, why?" Normally, Valentine's Day was a special occasion, but he had split up with his last girlfriend over the summer, and been far too busy with school to date. A bunch of his friends, who were also single, decided to get together in a bar, and celebrate their life of bachelordom, rather than sit at home alone. "What do you know of a sorority called, uh," he started, and Felix heard the rustling of paper on the other end, "Mew...Gamma...Tau." MΓΤ was infamous at Hearston College for being the wildest sorority on campus. All the students knew about the crazy parties. Felix's last girlfriend, Cynthia, had actually been a member of MΓΤ. They had dated for a few months the previous year, and he acquired intimate knowledge of some of their events. They were a big fan of costume parties, as well as some seriously raunchy behavior. At the first party Cynthia had taken him to, they had set up a fake restaurant in their sorority house. The newest members of MΓΤ served as waitresses, except they hadn't worn any clothes at all, save for a thin g-string. Felix had spent the entire evening with a raging hardon, which Cynthia found terribly amusing. His last party involved a couple having sex together on a stage, while all the guests watched and cheered. Cynthia had dragged him out of there, and up the stairs, mid performance, and fucked his brains out. That had actually been part of the reason they broke up. Felix had asked her about some of the things he heard about MΓΤ, but Cynthia adamantly refused to tell him any details. It's not that he thought she didn't have a right to do something kinky, especially before they had dated, but he wasn't ok that she didn't trust him enough to keep a secret. "I know a little bit about them. Why?" "Miriam told us she was interested in joining them. Apparently one of her friends is a member, and convinced her to join. She said she was about to be a pledge now, or something about pledging." "Uh, I don't think that's such a good idea, Dad." Felix had always been protective of Miriam, his little sister, something he had picked up from his parents. "That's what Mom and I said, but Miriam said they were really nice, and wouldn't hear otherwise." "I can try talking to her the next time I see her, if you want." "We were hoping you could, but that's not why I called. Apparently they're having a big Valentine's Day party tonight. We tried telling her not to go before she talked to you, but you know how she is." Felix knew very well. If his parents told Miriam to do something, it was more likely she'd do the exact opposite. "Ah, I better call her right now, then." "Thanks, Felix." Felix hung up, and called his sister. She had only started attending Hearston College that year. The campus wasn't very big, area wise, but their majors were different, and he had only run into her a handful of times. He definitely did not want his little sister tangled up with the likes of MΓΤ. The phone kept ringing, but nobody answered. He worried what the sorority had in store for a pledge party. Cynthia hadn't so much as hinted at their internal events, but from everything else she had told him, he knew it would be bad. After six rings, the mailbox picked up. Felix cursed, and called his father again. "Dad, I can't reach her." "Darn." "What do you want to do now?" "Is it really that bad? I mean, it's just a party." "Probably not," Felix lied. "But you never know." Their parents had always been incredibly strict when it concerned anything remotely related to sex. If he told his dad about what kind of sorority MΓΤ was, he'd drive over there personally, shotgun in hand. "Oh. Is there a chance you could go to the party, and keep an eye on her? Just to make sure she doesn't get into any trouble." Felix considered it for a while. The party would presumably be at the sorority house, but he had no idea if he could get in uninvited. After finding out his sister was going to pledge for MΓΤ, he was genuinely concerned about her being taken advantage of, though. He'd have to cancel his plans for the night, and find out more about the party. "Yeah. Did she tell you any details about the party? Anything would help." "You remember that costume she wore on halloween two years ago?" "You mean the Frozen one? Elsa?" "Yeah, that one. She had Mom get it out of the attic." "Alright." It sounded like another costume party to him. Maybe he could dress up to be unrecognizable, that would make a lot of things easier. "Anything else?" "Nope. Nothing I can think of." "Ok. I'll make sure she's okay." "Thanks, Felix. Really, we appreciate it." "No problem." They said their goodbyes, and Felix hung up. He sighed, closed the open textbooks, and put away his notebook. The MΓΤ website proved to be useless. There were no official events scheduled for Valentine's Day. That meant it would be an invite-only kind of thing, and he really didn't want to have to call Cynthia for details. Their breakup had been kind of messy, and she wouldn't be very cooperative. Quite the opposite. Felix tried calling Miriam again, but only reached her mailbox. He left a quick message, telling her to call him, but he doubted she'd hear it in time. Next, he called his friend Alex, who was an enormous party animal. If there was a party at Hearston, he'd be the first to hear about it. "Hey, Alex." "If this is about the paper, I told you I'll get it to you by Wednesday," Alex replied, gruffly. "It's not." "It's not? Well then, what's up?" Alex said, instantly more cheerful. "You know MΓΤ, right?" "Of course," he scoffed. "Who doesn't?" "Do you know what they've got planned for Valentine's Day?" "You looking for some fun? I know a few chicks who are looking for a date tonight, if you know what I mean. Just say the word, and I'll hook you up." "Uh, no thanks. I need to get in touch with someone who's going, but she won't pick up her phone." "It's not Cynthia, is it? It's probably for the best if you don't talk to that bitch again." "No, it's not." "Oh. Well, I don't know anything. Didn't even know they were supposed to have a party planned for tonight." "Shit." "Listen, I can ask a few guys who might know." "Really? I'd appreciate it." "No worries, bro. I'll call you back when I find out anything." "Alright. Thanks, man." After ending the call, he put on his shoes, and left his room. Felix lived in Dormitory A, while Miriam lived in C, which was located about five minutes away on foot. He covered the distance in record pace. After several loud knocks, Miriam's roommate opened the door. "What do you want?" she asked grumpily. Sky had always disliked him for some unknown reason. "Hello to you, too, Sky. Is my sister here?" "Nah, she went home for the weekend." "Oh." "That all?" He considered for a brief second asking her about the party, but if she didn't even know where Miriam was, it would be unlikely she knew anything about it. "Yeah, guess so. Have a nice"—Sky slammed the door in his face—"day," he finished, staring at the wood with the numbers 317 imprinted on it. Next, he decided to check out the sorority house. It was located right off campus, within walking distance. He had just turned a corner, and the house came into view, when his phone rang. It was Alex. "That was fast." "When I tell you I'm gonna do something, you can count on it. You're gonna get that paper by Wednesday, don't worry." "Forget about the paper. Hell, if you got the info, I might just write the damn thing for you. " "Really?" "Yeah." "Sweet." "So, tell me about the party?" "Oh, right. Starts at eight at their house. You know where that is, right?" "Yeah." Felix was actually looking at it that very moment. "Ok, so the theme is 'Princesses and Villains.' It's some sort of singles mixer. At least only singles were invited. Kinda ironic on Valentine's Day, isn't it? Or maybe it works. I don't know." That seemed to corroborate with Miriam having taken the Elsa costume. "Cool, that's some good info. Thanks, man." "Oh wait, he said there's one more thing. Everyone is supposed to wear a mask with the costume. He said a venetian mask, specifically. I don't know what that means, but that's what he said. Said they were big on anonymity." "Never heard of them. But seriously, thanks, again." "So you're gonna write that paper?" "I'll let you know tomorrow, ok?" "Sounds good. Take care, bro." Felix hung up, and started walking back to his dorm room. He had no idea where he would be able to wrangle up a costume on such short notice, or what a Venetian mask was, but he knew he had to at least try, for his sister's sake. They hadn't always gotten along very well growing up, but after they stopped living together at home, their relationship had improved a lot, and he definitely did not want to see her grow up to become someone like Cynthia. — Miriam — Miriam looked at herself in the mirror in her friend Beth's room. She liked what she saw. Standing behind her, Beth was in the process of tying her long, blonde hair into a braid, to match the turquoise Elsa dress she wore. The front of her dress had been altered to expose far more cleavage than a Disney princess would usually show, and pushed up her tits nicely. Her lips were a rich, sinful red, transforming her appearance from her usual lackluster self into a total sex bomb. Over the last couple of months, Beth had gushed to her about how great MΓΤ was. Not just the wild, crazy parties, but also the great, tight knit community. Miriam liked her parents, but they had been incredibly overbearing growing up, partly because they tried to instill their conservative values in her. It had caused a lot of fights and arguments. Her brother had been the same way, almost like a third parent, until he moved out to go to college. Things had changed then, outside of the influence of their parents. Miriam had wanted to go to a college in another part of the country, but her parents disagreed. They wanted her to stay close, although they did finally consent to let her live on campus instead of at home. Miriam relished the freedom she now had. Freedom to dress how she wanted, eat what she wanted, and spend her time how she wanted. That was why the idea of MΓΤ appealed to her so much. A place where she was free to explore her own sexuality, without judgement. She'd lost her virginity a long time ago—unbeknownst to her family, of course—and had dated a few guys, but that only with her parents' approval. "There, it's done," said Beth behind her. Miriam had met the twenty-two year old woman at a frat party, and they'd immediately bonded. A few days later, Beth had started telling her about MΓΤ, and Miriam had been very interested in the sorority. Beth was actually the one who sponsored her bid to join them. Miriam admired her new braid in the mirror, and draped it over her shoulder, just the way Elsa did. "Looks great, thank you so much." "No problem, hun. Now let's take a look at you." Miriam stood up, and twirled around for her. "Mmm, delicious," she commented. "Just one thing left to check." Beth grabbed the hem of Miriam's dress, lifted it up slightly, and reached under it. She placed her hand on Miriam's vulva, and ran a finger through the moist lips. A shudder ran through Miriam's body, and she moaned slightly. "Satisfied? No panties, just like you asked." "Mmmhm. And you followed the other instructions?" Beth's fingers continued playing with her pussy, and juices flowed freely. "Yeah, but it was really hard. A month without masturbating is much harder than I thought it would be. I still don't see how it was necessary." "How do you feel now?" "Incredibly. Fucking. Horny." Miriam closed her eyes, as Beth continued pleasuring her. She normally wasn't into women, but her month-long celibacy had driven her beyond the point of caring. "We call this the 'kickstarter,'" Beth said, pulled away her hand, and dropped the dress. Miriam didn't want her to stop, and wanted something to fill the sudden emptiness between her legs. Beth dabbed her wet finger behind Miriam's ears, and then smeared the rest of the juices on Miriam's cleavage. The scent of her own sex filled Miriam's nostrils. "There, that's gonna be all the perfume you need this evening." "And that works?" She pushed down her desires. It wouldn't be long now until they were satisfied. "Fuck yes, drives the guys crazy." "What about the mask?" "Oh, yeah." Beth rummaged around in the large bag she'd brought, and pulled out a beautiful gold patterned mask, covered in elaborate flourishes and intricate designs. Miriam accepted it gingerly, and placed the piece on her face. It covered her forehead, and the bridge of her nose. She looked at herself in the mirror, and almost didn't recognize herself. With the rouge on her cheeks, and red lipstick, she looked like a completely different woman. An incredibly sexy woman, she thought. Beth tied the mask's strap behind her head, and secured it into place. "Perfect." — Felix — Felix looked at himself in the mirror. It definitely wasn't the best costume, but it was the best he was able to come up with on short notice. Fortunately, he was friends with someone from the theater department, and she'd lent him the coat and mask. The easiest costume he could come up with had been a generic Dracula, since he already had most of the clothing. All it took were nice, black suit pants, and solid white dress shirt. He would have liked a dress shirt with some ruffles, but he didn't own one of those. The cloak was a rich velvet, black on the outside, crimson on the inside. It was a bit too short, but would work for his purposes. The most important piece was the mask, anyway. The theater department, to his surprise, had had a decent selection of masks for him to choose from. He had picked one fairly simple in design, but covering a large area of his face. Forehead, nose, and cheeks were hidden behind the white plastic with painted gold flourishes. A simple elastic band held it in place. Half an hour later, Felix walked up to the door, put on his mask, and rang the doorbell of the MΓΤ sorority house. He had waited around the corner, watching the house, until a tall guy in all black, wearing a Darth Vader costume, albeit with a different mask, walked up. The door had opened, and he was invited inside. The door opened for him, too, and Snow White greeted him. "And who are you supposed to be?" she asked, derisively. Felix couldn't tell who she was behind her mask, and had no idea if she would recognize him. "I'm Count Dracula, of course," he replied, faking a deeper voice. "Where are your fangs then, fang boy?" "They only come out when I'm about to suck your blood." Snow White snorted in response, but stepped back to let him in. Felix was familiar with the layout of the house, having been there several times before. He beelined towards the large living room where they usually held their events. It was decorated in pink and white, with at least a dozen small tables scattered around the room. Each table had two chairs, and a vase containing a single red rose. Apart from the Darth Vader, there was also a Joker, and a Hannibal Lecter sitting on one of the couches. Felix sidled over, and sat down next to them. Darth Vader nodded at him, and he nodded back, but nobody said anything. One by one, more villains showed up. Some of the characters he recognized, and some he didn't. — Cynthia — "What the fuck is he doing here?" hissed Cynthia to Heather, the head of MΓΤ. She had recognized Felix through the security feed when he walked up to the house. Even though it had been a few months, seeing him was still like a stab in the guts. "No idea. He's not on the list, and I certainly didn't invite him," replied Heather, who wore a Red Queen outfit. They were watching a video feed of the dining room on the monitor. Felix kept glancing around, as if he was trying to look for something. Or someone. "Why do you think he's here?" "Maybe he wants another taste of your sweet cunt," giggled Heather. Cynthia's temper flared up again. "That fucking bastard can rot in hell," Cynthia said hotly. "You wanna kick him out?" "No," she said savagely, "I want that prick to pay." "Do you have something specific in mind?" A huge, wicked grin broke out on Heather's face, as Cynthia detailed the plan to her friend. — Miriam — Miriam waited dutifully in Beth's room. She had been instructed to wait there, until she was called. It was hard for her to sit still, horny out of her own mind, so she was pacing back and forth. If they hadn't been so adamant about her not masturbating, she'd be on the bed, fingering herself into oblivion. She realized why Beth had called it a kickstarter. Her inner engine was going at full speed. The door burst open, and Beth entered, followed by Heather, the sorority's fierce leader, and a chick she didn't know. "Is it time?" Miriam asked, hopeful that her torment was finally coming to an end. "Not quite yet," said Heather. "Change of plans." "Change? What change?" "Take off your clothes." Miriam knew better than to question the command. Beth had often talked about Heather, and that she was used to people following her orders. When she told you to do something, you did it, or you wouldn't be part of the sorority much longer. Miriam hurriedly loosened the knots in the back, and pulled the dress over her head. "Mmm, nice," commented the unknown woman. "Have you kickstarted her yet, Beth?" "Yeah," confirmed Beth. "She's a real gusher, too." "Ooh, can I try?" "Go for it." Miriam didn't like at all how the woman talked about her, as if she wasn't standing right there. Like she was a plaything. Beth seemed to defer to her, though, and she knew better than to object. Not if she wanted to join MΓΤ. Heather grabbed the Elsa costume off the floor, and pulled a pink bundle of fabric out of her bag. Beth stepped behind her, and started unweaving her braid. The third woman moved in front of her, ran her fingers along Miriam's crotch, slipped a finger into her, then pulled it out again, and ran circles around her clit. Miriam gasped involuntarily, and breathed harder. She concentrated on the sensations the fingers elicited in her body, willing the woman to keep going, and push her over the edge into paradise. The woman was really good at it, and the onset of an orgasm formed deep inside her. "Careful, Cynthia, she's gonna pop any second." "She's cute," commented the woman, whose name was apparently Cynthia, and withdrew her hand. Miriam wanted to howl in frustration, and blinked away a tear. Cynthia licked her finger, and muttered, "Not too bad." She wiped her hand on Miriam's chest, just like Beth had done earlier. When she was finished, she pinched Miriam's hard nipples, sending shockwaves through her body. Beth had finished undoing her braid, and used a hair brush to straighten it out. "Can you finish up here, Beth? We're gonna take this over to Clarissa," said Heather, waving the dress around. "Of course," confirmed Beth. Heather and Cynthia left, but not before Cynthia gave Miriam a hard slap on her butt cheek. "Ow!" protested Miriam, but Cynthia just laughed. "I don't like her," Miriam said to Beth, after the other two women left. "She has a bit of a mean streak, but she's Heather's right hand gal. And you couldn't ask for someone more loyal." The Princess and the Villain "Still." "I know. Come on, let's get you into your new outfit." Beth held up the bundle of bright pink fabric. Miriam crumpled her nose, but took it without complaining. She wasn't a huge fan of pink, but didn't have a lot of choice in the matter. The gown fit her nicely, though, even if the neckline wasn't as deep as her altered Elsa costume. The bottom fanned out, almost like a hoop skirt, but not quite. "Who's this supposed to be?" she asked, looking at the mirror. "Don't tell me you've never played video games." "Not really," she admitted. Her parents had never allowed them a console or computer, because according to them, they didn't want Miriam to "waste her life on that junk." "It's Princess Peach," explained Beth. The name meant absolutely nothing to Miriam, and she just shrugged. "Your best friend's a mushroom, and an italian plumber." "Sorry, doesn't ring a bell." "Ah, well. Maybe after you become a pledge we can play it." "So you think I'm gonna make it?" Beth handed her two elbow length, white gloves, and Miriam pulled them on. "Oh, without a doubt." "What was the whole thing with the new outfit, then?" "They didn't tell me. I'm sure it's nothing bad." Beth handed her two large sapphire earrings. Miriam plugged them into her ears, and Beth draped a necklace around her neck, set with a sapphire stone. "Is that all?" "Nope. One more thing." Beth pulled a plastic crown out of the bag, and placed it on Miriam's head. "There." Miriam looked at herself in the mirror. It was a much more conservative costume, unfortunately. She tried readjusting her breasts to make them look bigger, but this dress didn't accommodate her the way Elsa's had. She sighed, and hoped it would be enough. It had to be. — Felix — In the meantime, the couch had filled up with villains. There were far more people than tables, or spots on the couch, and Felix wondered what was going to happen. At least he felt safely concealed in the crowd of costumed bodies. There hadn't been any new arrivals in a while, and he was sure it would start soon. The side door opened, and Heather strode in, confidently. She looked commanding in her Queen of Hearts outfit, and everyone's face turned to look at her. Felix had met her a few times, while he had dated Cynthia, and knew her to be a very smart and driven woman. She ran the sorority by herself, and the women of MΓΤ practically worshipped her. "Good evening, villains and monsters," she announced in a loud and precise voice. "I am so very happy to see how many of you despicable creatures have assembled here today, in the hopes of conquering the heart of an innocent, and find true love. Normal, noble human beings are all out right now, spending their time with loved ones, but not you. Not you, the twisted creatures of the night, the depraved fiends that roam the alleys, the shadows that darken the land. No, you have gathered here, hoping to defile one of our beauties." "Yeah!" roared a guy dressed as a pirate. "Unfortunately for you all, nothing in life is easy," she continued, unperturbed. "There aren't enough pieces of sweet, delicious, innocent ass to go around." Felix's mood soured. One of those asses she was talking about belonged to his sister, after all. "That means only the most cunning of you will be able to pluck one of these plump fruits. You'll have to know more than how to stick your cock in a cunt, but also how to warm a maiden's heart. I'm sure you're all horny, and eager to sink your teeth into soft flesh, so without further adieu, I give you...the princesses!" She yelled the last part, and the side door flew open. Two women, both dressed as prison guards, led the procession. Behind them trailed in more women, dressed as all kinds of princesses. Every one of them wore a Venetian mask, just like the villains did. Most of them were from various Disney movies, and he recognized the Snow White who had opened the door for him, but there were also a few others, including a Leia, a Daenerys, and even a Princess Peach. Felix spotted his sister in the middle of the pack. The Elsa costume was unmistakable, and his sister's long blonde hair had been tied in a braid. Her neckline was far too low to be appropriate, and he wondered when his sister's breasts had gotten so big. The princesses took place at the tables, and Felix watched his sister like a hawk, ready to spring to her aid, if needed. Heather sat down on a large throne-like chair, overseeing the entire room. "My, my, aren't they just precious?" asked Heather, loudly, and many of the villains nodded in approval. "Which one of you ugly brutes is ready to satisfy all their carnal urges on these belles?" Several of the villains jumped up, but Felix was content to just hang back and observe the proceedings for now. The two guards selected people out of the crowd, and led them to various tables, where they took seat on the opposite side of the princesses. Soon enough, all the tables were filled, and those who weren't picked returned to their spots. Darth Vader had been matched up with Leia, but other than that he couldn't detect any sort of pattern. The pirate, who had shouted earlier, was sitting opposite Elsa. From the couch, Felix was unable to hear any of the conversations going on at the tables. His sister laughed at something the Pirate said, but otherwise looked somewhat bored. So far, despite Heather's words, everything had been innocent enough. Maybe this was just MΓΤ's idea of a singles mixer, which wouldn't be that bad. Even if he didn't like seeing his sister with any guy. She could date whoever she wanted to, of course, and there were worse ways to get to know people than this. Still, Heather's vulgar comments made him worry. Snow White raised her hand, and one of the guards approached the table. Hannibal Lecter stood up, and the guard escorted him out of the room. "How unfortunate for him," Heather commented. "Either his cock wasn't big enough, or his tongue too slow. Let that be a lesson to you monsters, there are no second chances." The guard returned, and picked another villain out of the crowd, seemingly at random. A minute later, Leia and Darth Vader both stood up. Leia grabbed his hand, and pulled him towards the side door. "How adorable! Leia and Vader, a match made in hell," mused Heather, as the two disappeared around the corner. This kept going for a while. More villains were kicked out, and a few of the princesses eloped with their partner. Miriam was still talking to the pirate, and appeared deeply engrossed in conversation. Felix didn't notice the guard, until she tapped him on the shoulder. "Come on, fiend, time to put your balls on the chopping block," she said, and almost pulled Felix up by the arm. She led him to Princess Peach's table, and he sat down. "Hello there, creature of the night," she said, confidently. "Milady," he replied, trying hard not to roll his eyes at the cheesiness of it all. Peach looked pretty hot, with her luscious red lips, and ample curves. Even better than her looks, though, was her scent. The moment he sat down at the table, the musky odor entered his nostrils, and he breathed in deeply. He had never smelled a perfume as alluring as that, and considered asking her what it was. "You look really nice," Felix started. "Thanks. So do you." At the other table, Elsa raised her hand, and Felix sighed a breath of relief, as the guard escorted the pirate out of the room. — Miriam — Miriam studied Dracula's face, or what little was visible of it, anyway. When she had said he looked nice, it hadn't been a hollow gesture. He had short, dark hair, like most of the villains, but his chin looked strong and confident. It somehow looked familiar, and she wondered where she might have seen it before. Probably in a movie, or TV show. They all had chins like that. In any case, Dracula was much better than her previous two candidates. The breath of the first guy she had talked to had been so bad, she had nearly fainted. The second one had greasy skin, and drops of sweat rolled out from his under his mask. She had been so grossed out by both of them, that she almost suspected they had picked the worst of the bunch on purpose. She didn't trust Cynthia, and felt like the woman had it in for her. "Are you a student here at Hearston?" she asked, trying to start a conversation. "Yeah, studying economics," he replied, in a deep, but gentle voice. That was the same thing her brother studied. Thinking about her family made her very glad that none of them were here tonight to see her do this. Her father would go ballistic, for sure. "What made you decide to come here tonight?" she asked. Dracula kept shooting sidelong glances at the chick who was now wearing her Elsa costume. Miriam wished Heather hadn't made her change. Rather than being annoyed, she took it as a challenge. She'd just have to try extra hard, to convince him she was just as sexy. "Looking for love, I guess?" he responded. "What I meant to ask, how come someone like you doesn't have a girlfriend to spend Valentine's Day with?" she probed. "I broke up with someone over the summer, and I've been too busy with schoolwork ever since, really." He shot another glance at Elsa, and Miriam was officially annoyed. "Why do you keep looking at her?" she asked, hotly, unable to just take his disinterest in stride. "What? Who?" "Elsa. You keep looking at her." "I...thought I recognized her from, uh, somewhere," he stammered. "You wanna fuck her, is that it?" Miriam actually enjoyed watching him squirm a little, and her mood brightened somewhat, again. If he was going to be a jerk, he deserved a little payback, at the very least. "What? No!" he replied, quickly. Miriam thought he sounded quite sincere. Maybe he had been telling the truth. His hand came to a rest on top of the table. She grabbed his fingers, and started running circles in the spot between his thumb and index finger with her thumb. That seemed to get his attention. "So, if you had to pick between me and her, which one would you rather shove your cock into?" Dracula cleared his throat, and responded, "You, of course. I told you, I don't want to, erm, do her." "Tell me, then, what do you like about me?" "You got some nice tits..." he answered, but then changed his mind. "Actually, you smell really nice." Miriam beamed at him, and made a mental note to thank Beth later. She considered telling him what it was he smelled, but decided against it. At least, not yet. While they had talked, the remaining villains had dramatically thinned out. There were only three of them left, and none of them looked any better than Dracula. She definitely did not want to get stuck with someone she really disliked, and Dracula seemed both attractive, and a little bit shy, which was cute. If Miriam didn't manage to pick anybody, she wouldn't make it into MΓΤ, and that definitely was not an option she was willing to consider. She made up her mind. The only thing left to do, was convince Dracula. — Felix — Felix was quite taken aback at the behavior Princess Peach displayed. He wasn't used to someone being so overtly direct, but then again, he was at a MΓΤ party. He actually enjoyed her aggressiveness, it was a change of pace from the usual. If he wasn't here to guard his sister, he might enjoy her company a lot more. And there was that irresistible smell. Miriam was talking to the Joker now, but things didn't seem to go so well, thankfully. Maybe if they ran out of villains, she'd have to go home empty handed. Peach licked her lips seductively, and his cock twitched slightly. "Do you want to take this conversation somewhere more comfortable?" she asked, and resumed rubbing his hand with her thumb. He liked the feel of her soft skin on his. "What if I say no?" he asked, but he could already guess the answer. "Then I raise my hand, and you'll be thrown out of here." "And If I say yes?" "Then we're gonna find us an empty room, and get to know each other a little better." It wasn't really much of a choice. If he got kicked out now, there was no chance he could protect his sister. He'd just have to accept the offer, and find Miriam whenever an opportunity arose. And he was actually starting to be kind of interested in the vulgar Peach. "Hmm, in that case, I think a little privacy might be just the thing." Peach stood up, and pulled him towards the side door. He looked back one last time, to see Elsa chatting with the Joker. The room Peach led him to looked a lot like his own dorm room, except it was clearly inhabited by a woman. And not as messy. As soon as Peached closed the door behind them, a key was inserted into the lock from the outside, and the locks snapped. Felix let go of Peach's hand, and turned around to twist the doorknob. The door was locked, and didn't budge. "What the hell is going on? Why are we locked in here?" "Relax, Dracula. There's no need to worry. As soon as I give the signal, the doors will be unlocked again." "Give the signal, then." Felix pounded on the door a few times with his fist, but nothing seemed to happen on the other side. "No," she said, firmly. "Why not?" "Because I haven't gotten what I want, yet." "And what's that?" "Why, to get to know you better, of course," she cooed in a honeysuckle voice. Felix didn't buy it. He knew full well the kind of sorority this was. "Bullshit. There's something going on, I can smell it." "Oh, you've been smelling it, all right," she countered, and he was perplexed. "What are you talking about?" "I'm talking about this." She spun around, and lifted the back of her dress. Her ass came into view, and Felix realized she wasn't wearing any panties. The dress dropped again, hiding the spectacular butt from view. A renewed bout of that sweet scent hit his nostril, and he realized what he'd been smelling. "Why are you doing this?" He asked again. The aroma in the air was intoxicating, but he had his priorities. "To get into MΓΤ, of course." "And how is any of this gonna accomplish that." "We gotta pay the entrance fee. All it costs is a condom filled with the cum of a virile stud." "What the fuck? And it's the same for everyone?" "Yeah." Felix resumed pounding on the door again, more forceful this time. He had to get to Miriam before she made the worst mistake of her life. Nothing happened, however, other than his hand hurting. "Goddamnit, I have to get to somebody before it's too late," he yelled. "Come on, give them the sig—" Felix turned around, and froze mid sentence. — Miriam — While Dracula pounded on the door, Miriam took the opportunity to do something to change his mind. She loosened the gown in the back, and pushed down the top, exposing her breasts. The sapphire pendant nestled just between her tits. Dracula opened his eyes wide when he turned around, and just stared at her hard nipples. "Give the signal," he said again after recovering, undeterred. "No," Miriam refused. "Not until I get what I want." When Beth had told her what it would take for her to join MΓΤ, she had imagined the night to go differently. In her fantasy, a beautiful stranger wrapped her in his thick, muscular arms. They'd kiss sensuously under the moonlight, and he would start to explore every inch of her body with his tongue. After bringing her to a long awaited orgasm with his mouth, he would lay her gently on the bed, and then fuck her with steady and deep thrusts. Instead, she had an angry Dracula standing between her and MΓΤ. "And you want me to what...fuck you?" he asked, coarsely. "Uh huh." "What's wrong with you?" "What's the matter, you gay or something?" she taunted him. She lifted the front of her dress, exposing her shaved pussy to him. "Can't get it up for a sweet cunt like this?" "And if I do this, you'll give the signal, and I can get out of here?" "Yup." "Let's get it over with, then. You got a condom?" Miriam breathed a sigh a relief, and pointed at the bedside table, where a whole bowl was filled with the little square packets. She could already visualize Heather's look of approval when she would hand her the condom filled with Dracula's spunk. She slipped out of the dress entirely, and threw it, and the crown, aside. Dracula shrugged off his cloak, and grabbed a condom from the bowl. He pulled down his pants, revealing his semi hard cock. Not even fully engorged, it was already a pretty good size. Miriam licked her lips in anticipation, eager to release a month's worth of frustration. He pumped his cock a few times, and she watched it grow to full size in front of her eyes. It was breathtakingly beautiful. Pretty large, and thick. Miriam thought she had definitely made the right choice picking him. After rolling the condom on his cock, he grabbed her by the arm, and roughly tossed her onto the bed, face down. Hands gripped her hips, and pulled her up on her knees, pointing her ass up in the air. Miriam felt the tip of the cock at the entrance to her pussy, and gasped loudly when Dracula pushed in. It was absolutely massive, and she had no idea how it would fit in her. "Uff, you're tight," he grunted, but didn't stop. It was almost painful, and she bit the sheets to keep from screaming. More and more of the cock penetrated her, stretching her from the insides. Whenever she thought there couldn't possibly be any more, Dracula proved her wrong, until it felt like her entire inside had been scooped out, and replaced by one enormous penis. Dracula started pulling out his cock, and what had previously been pain, turned into pleasure. The veins on his shaft stimulated the walls of her vagina, and before he had pulled out all the way, a powerful orgasm enveloped her body and soul. While her entire body was burning with the fires of ecstasy, Dracula kept thrusting in and out mercilessly. Every plunge prolonged her orgasm, igniting and reigniting every nerve ending in her body. She howled a wordless, primal scream into the sheets, unable to hold back. — Felix — Felix pounded away with all the strength he could muster. He almost felt sorry for her. Almost. When he had turned Peach around, her pussy had looked damn nice. She had shaved completely, and the small, cute lips were perfect. And soaking wet. At just under eight inches, he knew he was bigger than the average, but he had never been with someone as tight as Peach. It has been a struggled to fit it all in, but he managed it nonetheless. The quicker he got out of there, the faster he could get his sister away from the MΓΤ whorehouse. After only two thrusts, she nearly collapsed in the throes of an orgasm, screaming wordlessly into the bed. Felix didn't really care though, he just wanted to finish quickly. His thoughts were so preoccupied with wanting to finish and get out, that he was unable to come. Frustrated, he pounded even harder, each thrust accompanied by a wet squelch. Felix actually loved the way her tight pussy squeezed his cock, and wished he were here under different circumstances. Maybe after he got Miriam to safety, he could come back, and start something with Peach. Even if she was MΓT. Her body was spectacular, and he didn't think he'd ever seen anybody so alluring, both physically and personality wise. Peach was furiously rubbing her clit, and her body started quivering again almost immediately, wracked by another orgasm. Both of their bodies were covered in a sheen of sweat from the exertion, and her lipstick left red smudges all over the sheets. Felix was just starting to focus his attention wholly on the carnal pleasure, and actually enjoyed fucking Peach's sweet hole, when he heard laughter behind him. His head spun around quickly. Heather, still in her Red Queen outfit, and Cynthia were standing there, phones in hand. The sound of the shutter clicking was unmistakable now. The Princess and the Villain "What the fuck?" yelled Felix. He hadn't even heard the door unlock, let alone hear them approach. "Surprise!" exclaimed Cynthia, grinning devilishly at him. He pulled out of Peach with a pop, and tried to cover his hardon with his hands. "What the fuck is wrong with you. Where's my sister?" Cynthia broke out in a fit of giggles, and Heather replied coolly, "I think she's in another state of consciousness right now." "What does that mean? What have you done with her?" Why couldn't they just give him a straight answer? "Oh, it's not us that did anything, is it Cynthia?" "No...not...us..." she added, between bouts of laughter. "What in God's name are you crazy bitches talking about?" "My dear Felix, have you never wondered who's behind that mask?" Felix felt like someone had kicked him in the stomach. Peach was still on the bed, lying in fetal position, with both hands between her legs, furiously rubbing her clit, and muttering, "Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop." He gingerly pulled up the mask, hoping that what Heather had implied wasn't true. Up close, and without the mask, he recognized his sister, despite the makeup on her lower face. He stumbled backwards in shock, and landed on the floor. Dumbfoundedly, he stared at the naked body on the bed. Sitting on the floor, all he could see was her ass and pussy. Her labia were red and raw, and she continued slipping fingers in and out. His sister. — Miriam — Miriam started to be dimly aware of people talking. She felt like her brain had been entirely scrambled, and it was hard to make out any of the words. The muscles in her body didn't seem to want to obey her anymore. "I'm so sorry, Miriam. I'm so, so sorry," were the first words she could make out. She opened her eyes, and the blurry shape turned into Dracula. Or rather, a half naked Dracula. Beside him stood two women, and she could just about make out Heather, and the bitch from earlier, Cynthia. "What's going on?" she mumbled. "Oh God, I'm so sorry," said Dracula. "Why? That was gooood," she said, mostly regaining control of her muscles, although she remained sluggish. "She doesn't get it, yet," remarked Cynthia. "This is going to be heartbreaking. I have to make sure to capture the exact moment," said Heather, and pointed her phone straight at Miriam. "Get what?" she asked. What the hell was going on? Dracula just stood there, frozen. Cynthia stepped behind him, and pulled off his mask, revealing Miriam's brother. Miriam jumped up, eyes ripped wide open, mouth gaping. What the fuck was Felix doing here? Why the fuck was he wearing a mask? The implications slowly dawned on her, and a cold shiver ran down her spine. "Oh, I got it!" yelled Heather happily. — Cynthia — Cynthia immensely enjoyed watching both of them squirm. It had turned out to be far better than she had imagined when she had outlined the plan to Heather, earlier. Switching Clarissa's costume with Miriam's had been the easy part. Actually getting them together had been a bit harder. Heather made sure the first two villains to sit at Miriam's table were the absolute worst of the bunch. From what Beth had told her about the girl, Cynthia knew she'd refuse them. At that point, she'd send Felix to her. The first, and only, real candidate. Felix would probably be way too occupied with Clarissa to pay too much attention, and Miriam was desperate enough to join the sorority to do pretty much anything. Cynthia had been overjoyed when the siblings left hand in hand. All that was left to do was wait with Heather by the door, until just the right moment. Cynthia had taken a lot of pictures, while Heather recorded a video. Now, she could do pretty much anything she wanted with them. They had enough blackmail material to last a lifetime. She could finally get some payback. Felix was still standing there, shell-shocked. Miriam had already recovered from her initial scare, and was actually already playing with herself again, glancing repeatedly at her brother's cock. What a complete and total slut, Cynthia thought. "So, Felix, why are you here tonight?" asked Cynthia. "I, uh...Miriam told my parents...I mean our parents, uh, she wanted to join MΓΤ. I was supposed to make sure nothing happened to her." "Well, well, well...you really fucked that up, didn't you?" mocked Cynthia, emphasizing the word "fucked." Felix gulped. "I think we should let the poor parents know their daughter has fallen victim to a brutal fucking, don't you think so, Cynthia?" asked Heather. "Oh, definitely." "No! You can't!" protested Felix heatedly. "But they're gonna be so worried about their precious whore of a daughter. I think you should call them and let them know how good it felt to have your cock inside her, what do you think, Heather?" "Hmm, no, I don't think so. I mean we do have this great footage to hold over their heads, I think we should have some fun first." "What do you have in mind?" "I think Felix should call his parents, and tell them she's alright." "That doesn't sound very funny." "While Miriam is sucking his cock." "Ooh, that's better." Felix paled at the words, but the threat of his parents finding out kept him from doing anything drastic. Miriam perked up, and licked her lips. "See, she's willing to do it," said Heather, and everyone turned to look at Miriam, who nodded emphatically. Heather grabbed Felix's pants off the floor, and rummaged around in the pockets for his phone. Cynthia walked up to Felix, and pulled the condom off of his flaccid dick. "I don't think you're gonna need that anymore," she said, and tossed it in the garbage. Heather scrolled through the phone's contact list, dialed "Dad," and handed Felix the phone. "Alright, pretty boy, time to shine." Miriam scrambled off the bed, and kneeled in front of her brother. She took Felix's flaccid cock in her mouth, and started working on it. Cynthia watched in glee as it grew into the enormous erection she remembered. Maybe after they fully had him under their control, she could ride that beast again. It was the one thing she missed from their relationship. "Hey, Dad," said Felix. Cynthia heard a faint voice coming from the speakers, but it was too quiet to make out any of the words. "Yeah, she's safe." Heather had her phone trained on the action again, recording every detail. Miriam's head was bobbing back and forth, eagerly consuming her brother's cock. "No, nothing happened," Felix replied to an unknown question. "It was, uh, just a, uh...harmless party," he stammered, as Miriam teased the tip of his cock with her tongue. "Yeah, I'm aaah—kay." "You want to...talk to her? Uh, one sec." Felix lowered the phone, and said, "Dad wants to talk to you." Miriam took the phone, and held it to her ear. "Hey, Dad." As soon she finished her words, she took her brother's cock in her mouth again. Heather went in for a closeup shot, and Cynthia was getting wet, herself. "Yeah, I'm ok," Miriam said, stopping her sucking only to talk. "No, I don't know if that's still going to happen." She gripped the base of Felix's shaft with one hand, and stroked while she talked. She answered a series of questions with muffled "mmhms," with Felix's cock still in her mouth, stroking it at the same time. Felix grunted, and Miriam drew her head back. His cock pulsated, and twitched, and he shot rope after rope of cum over her mouth and lipstick smeared cheeks. "Ok, Dad. Bye." Miriam ended the call, and tossed the phone on the bed. "If only he could have seen that," said Cynthia, gleeful. "No!" objected Felix. "Don't worry. Nobody is gonna see this footage, unless..." "Unless what?" "Unless you do whatever we say, of course. From this day on, you might as well consider yourself property of MΓΤ." "But—" "No argument," interrupted Cynthia, "unless you want these videos go viral." Cynthia loved the way his mouth snapped shut, and he stood there rigidly. It alleviated the hurt she felt when he broke up with her over the summer. Now she had the opportunity for a lifetime of payback. — Felix — "Well, I think we have a party to go back to. I hope you two lovebirds enjoy your stay," said Heather, and the two sorority sisters left the room. The lock clicked behind them, and Felix knew it had been locked from the outside again. He was trapped now, in more ways than one. Felix looked down. His cock was still semi hard, and covered from base to head in red lipstick smudges. His sister knelt there, idly scraping his cum from her face, and scooping it into her mouth. Cold sweat formed in beads on his forehead. It was hard for him to process everything that had happened. Without saying a word, he went into the bathroom, which the dorm room fortunately had. He grabbed a towel, doused it in cold water, and wiped his face clean. The cool water was refreshing, and he felt a little better. Felix had unknowingly fucked Miriam—his sister—and it had felt incredible. He knew it was wrong, on multiple levels, but his body betrayed him. He used the damp towel to wipe his sister's lipstick, and a few leftover dribbles of cum, off of his cock. Thinking about her lips wrapped around his cock made it twitch, and he hated himself for it. He imagined the look on his parents' face if they found out he had been the one to violate his little sister, and a shudder ran down his spine. The door opened, and Miriam stepped into the bathroom. Still naked, except for her necklace and earrings. Every curve of her body exuded pure sex. "Give me that," she said, and grabbed the towel out of his hands. She ran it under the faucet, and started wiping her face clean. Felix stared at her incredible tits, and willed himself to leave, for fear of making even more mistakes. He sat down on the bed, and grabbed the phone. Not knowing what else to do, he started checking his messages. Alex had texted him, asking if he'd found the party. He wished he hadn't, and closed the message without replying. Miriam came out of the bathroom, sans jewelry, and sat down next to him. "I'm so, so sorry," he apologized. She leaned against him, and rested her head on his shoulder. "What for?" "For...doing that. To you. I didn't know it was you." "It was the best thing I've ever felt." "What? What the fuck is wrong with you. Imagine what Mom and Dad would say." "Mom and Dad can go to hell, Felix." "Don't say that." "It's true, though. I've been trying to get away from them, that's why I wanted to join MΓΤ in the first place." "And you were willing to let some random guy fuck you just to get in?" "Yup." "That's sick." "And what about you? Weren't you fucking some 'random girl' just because of some idiotic idea I needed to be rescued?" "That's different, I'm a guy." "Fuck you, it's not. Women get just as horny as guys." Felix couldn't believe the words coming out of his sister's mouth. He had always thought of her as a virgin, like the good girl his parents pretended she was. To hear her speak so plainly was weird. "As a matter of fact, I'm still horny." "You're what?" "Still. Horny." "How can you be?" he accused her, but it was hard to ignore his own urges. "Are you saying you didn't enjoy yourself? I'm pretty sure I just wiped away a lot of evidence that says otherwise." "That was because Cynthia was blackmail—" "Oh, please," she interrupted. "Don't lie to yourself." Felix knew she was right. He'd definitely enjoyed the feeling, but knew he wasn't supposed to. "There's an easy way to find out, you know," she continued, after he stayed silent for a while. "What's that?" Miriam grabbed his cock with one hand, and started pumping. Her soft skin on his sensitive cock was intense, and his erection came back in full force. "See? Enjoying it." she said. "But we can't do this. We're brother and sister." "I think it's a little too late for that." "What if someone finds out?" "Again, a little too late." Felix ran out of arguments, and his reluctance crumbled. Each stroke of his sister's hand on his cock removed another brick in the wall. — Miriam — Miriam didn't know what had gotten into her. Maybe the orgasms earlier really had scrambled her brain, but after a month of celibacy, she was insatiable. Even if it was with her own brother. The thought of his cock entering her sent tingles all over her skin, and she half wished Heather and Cynthia would send the video to her parents, just to be able to see the shock on their faces. The shock of seeing their goody-two-shoes, puritan daughter, filled to the brim by their can't-do-anything-wrong son. How good it felt was of course nice, too. Juices started flowing again, just thinking about it. Felix seemed to protest less and less the more she stroked his cock, and Miriam made her move. She kissed him, square on the lips. He resisted at first, but she practically forced her tongue into him, until he relented, and opened his mouth. While kissing him, she undid the buttons on his shirt, and pulled it off. After straddling his legs, she pressed her body against his naked skin, and her hard, sensitive nipples rubbed against the light fuzz on his chest, raising goosebumps on her arms. Miriam broke the kiss, and said, "See? Isn't this nice?" "Oh God, forgive me," he mumbled. With two strong arms, he lifted her off his lap, and pushed her down on the bed. He kissed her, this time with much more enthusiasm. Large hands wrapped around her tits, and kneaded them. Felix broke the kiss, and started sucking on her nipples. "Oh, yesss," Miriam moaned. Felix switched to the other side Felix grabbed her hips, and dragged her ass to the edge of the bed. Miriam raised her legs into the air, and spread them apart. He immediately buried his face in her crotch, and lapped away at her labia. Each stroke of his rough tongue on her sensitive lips sent waves of pleasure through her stomach and into the rest of her body. "Wow, tastes even better than it smells," he commented. "Shut up, don't stop," urged Miriam, and Felix resumed his task. The orgasm built up slowly, until Felix started rubbing her clit in addition to tongueing her, pushing her over the edge quickly. Wave after wave of euphoria coursed through her body. When she came to her senses again, Felix was looking at her with a curious expression. "What's up?" she asked. "Nothing," he said, and stayed silent for a few moments. "What we're doing is wrong." "Does that mean you want to stop?" Miriam asked, and with her foot, found Felix's rock hard erection. She tapped it a few times, and ran the sole across the head. "No," he replied, and started to reach for the bowl of condoms. "Wait, don't use those. I want to feel it." "But what about—" "I'm on the pill," she interrupted. "Oh." "Well, what are you waiting for?" Felix grabbed her legs under the knees, and spread them apart. He placed the tip of his cock at the entrance of her pussy, and pushed in. "Ohhhhhh," she sighed. It felt even better than it had the first time, and this time he was taking it slowly. "You have no idea how good this feels," he said. "Oh, believe me, I have an idea." Felix continued thrusting for a minute, then let go of her legs. Miriam wrapped them around his body, and pulled him in closer. He leaned forward, and they kissed passionately. The next orgasm crept up slowly, but seized her mind, replacing her consciousness with pure bliss, arms and legs tingling, toes curled. His cock pulsated and twitched, and he shot his load inside her, then collapsed on top of her. She rode out the last waves of her orgasm, and took deep breaths. The smell of sex and sweat permeated the air. They laid there for a while, breathless. "All I wanted to do was make sure you're ok," Felix said quietly, and rolled off of her. "I'm more than ok, believe me." Miriam found his hand, and entwined her fingers with his, giving him a comforting squeeze. "How'd you find me anyway?" Felix recounted his side of the story, from receiving the phone call from Dad, to sitting on the couch, watching Elsa. "One thing I don't get," he said, after he finished explaining, "is why you weren't Elsa." "I was, but Heather, and that bitch Cynthia, made me switch right before we went out. I don't know why, but I think she has it out for me." "No, I don't think so." "What makes you think that?" "Well, I, uh...used to date her. I broke up with her last summer, and I don't think she took it well." "Oh. That explains a lot." "What are we gonna do now? I mean they have a video and photos of us having sex." "What, you don't like the idea of being the new MΓΤ boy toy?" "Not particularly. Cynthia has quite the mean streak in her." "Don't worry, we'll figure something out," she tried assuaging his fears. Felix stayed silent, clearly not as optimistic as Miriam was. She looked at the headstand, and the clock read half past midnight. "It's getting late," she said. "Yeah, I'm wiped." "Let's go sleep, then, and come up with a solution in the morning." "Alright." "Felix?" "Yeah?" "Will you hold me?" They shuffled around, until they were lying next to each under the covers. Felix wrapped his arm around her, and pulled her close. "Goodnight, sis." "Night, brother." Felix's breath tickled Miriam's neck with every breath, but she didn't mind. His body was incredibly warm, and she felt somehow safe, wrapped in his arm. She felt the beat of his heart against her back, and listened to his breathing. After a few minutes, it slowed down, and became deep and steady. She drifted off into sleep, listening to the rhythmic breathing. — Felix — Felix woke up the next morning, and looked around in confusion. Miriam was still curled up next to him, completely naked. He extricated himself, and went to the bathroom. Looking at himself in the mirror, he steeled himself to do the right thing. He had to tell Miriam what they had done was wrong, no matter how good it felt. It was not right. Not natural. As soon as he stepped out of the bathroom, and saw his sister lying there on the bed, naked, his will vanished. She looked so soft, so sweet, and so innocent. He didn't think he could bear to lose her. He gathered his Dracula costume off the floor, and got dressed, although without the cape. The clock on the nightstand said it was just past ten. Felix went to the bed, and shook Miriam gently. He was still amazed at how soft her skin felt. "Wake up," he added. "What? No. Five more minutes please, Mom," she murmured. He shook her again, and she finally woke up. "Good morning," he said, and bent down for a kiss. "Mmm, good morning," she sighed, and stretched her arms. "Come on, get dressed, we have to at least get out of this room. I'm starving." "Me too." She scrambled out of bed, and Felix hungrily watched her walk to the bathroom. While she was doing her business, he gathered the Princess Peach costume and put it on the bed. "Yeah, I'm not putting that back on," scoffed Miriam behind him. "Are you planning on going out naked?" Instead of answering, she just went to the closet, opened it, and pulled out a few things. "Who's room is this, anyway?" he asked, suspiciously. "It's my friend Beth's. She's the one that convinced me to join MΓΤ." She got dressed in a simple jeans, and shirt, but she did put on her old shoes. Once she was finished, Felix pounded relentlessly on the door with his fist. It didn't take too long until he heard approaching footsteps, and a key being inserted into the lock. "I have an idea. Get ready," Miriam said next to him. "For what?" he asked, confused, but the door opened before she could explain anything. The Princess and the Villain Cynthia stood in the doorway, with Heather right behind her. "What the hell do you want, slave?" Cynthia asked, emphasizing the word "slave." Heather pulled out her phone, and started recording again. "We're hungry and want to get out of here." "You think it's gonna be that easy, slave?" "Unless you're planning on locking us in here 24 hours a day, you're gonna have to let us out eventually." "I wanna hear you beg for it, slave." "You can't be seri—" Cynthia slapped Felix on the cheek. Hard. His head whipped around, and he cried out in pain. Miriam jumped into action, and with a balled fist, punched Cynthia squarely on the nose. Cynthia screamed, and toppled over backwards into Heather. Both of them fell crashing to the ground. "For this," said Miriam under her breath. She rushed forward, and punched Cynthia again, who seemed to be too stunned to react. "Come on, we don't have a lot of time." Felix stepped past the two women on the ground, into the hallway. Miriam was still hunched over Cynthia, who seemed to be unconscious. "Stop!" yelled Heather at the top of her lungs, trapped under Cynthia's body. "Someone! Help!" Miriam was still doing something Felix couldn't see, and he urged her on, "Come on, we need to go." She turned around, and together they ran along the hallway. One of the doors opened, and a confused face looked around, but Felix slammed into it, forcing it shut with a bang and muffled cry. Heather was still screaming somewhere behind them, when they reached the front door, and burst out into the open air. They didn't stop running until they turned the corner, and the sorority house disappeared out of sight. Felix sat down on the marble steps to Hearston's science building, out of breath. Miriam collapsed next to him, and broke out in a fit of giggles, massaging her hand. The few people who were out and about shot them odd glances, but he didn't really care. "What's so funny?" he asked her. "We're fucked, you know that, right? They're gonna send the videos to our parents, the school, and God knows who else. Our life is gonna be ruined." "I don't think so," Miriam replied, still giggly. She held up two phones. "Are those..." "Yup. Heather's and Cynthia's." Impulsively, he kissed her. Just a quick peck on the mouth. "You're amazing. Let's just hope they don't have any backups." "Unlikely. Heather's not that technologically inclined, and I doubt Cynthia's any better." "She's not," he confirmed. "Let's get out of here," he suggested. "They might be following." "Where to?" "I assume they know where you live, and Cynthia knows where my room is. Let's just walk around until we come up with something better." — Miriam — Miriam had immediately searched for Felix's hand, and they had been walking hand in hand for a while. She had no idea where they were, and simply followed her brother's guidance. It was probably over with her dreams of joining MΓΤ, and she wondered what would happen with her friendship with Beth. That was most likely over, too. But the important thing was that she was with her brother now. She might have lost MΓΤ, but she'd gained something far better. Felix led them to small diner, where they ordered pancakes and coffee. They sat down in one of the booths, and ate in silence. Out of curiosity, she pulled out Heather's phone, and went through it. She muted the volume, and played the video from last night. Miriam watched herself getting pounded by Felix from behind. It was weird looking at it, because she didn't remember any of it. She had been so consumed by her orgasm that she had been unaware of anything going on. Just thinking about it made her wet again, and she bit her lip. In the video, her brother spun around, and stared like a deer in headlights. "What are you watching?" asked Felix. She quickly showed him the screen, and his face turned to disgust. "Oh. You should delete that." "I wanna watch it first." "How can you?" "It's kinda hot," she said, but knew he was right. Miriam fast forwarded to the part where she had been sucking Felix's cock while on the phone. On the other side of the booth, Felix leaned back, with his eyes closed. She watched the rest of the scene play out, and by the end was horny again. She looked at some of the other stuff on the phone. Most of the videos she tapped on were innocuous, but when she swiped through the pictures, she gasped. "Felix, check this out." She laid the phone flat on the table between them, and together they looked at the picture of an older man with graying hair. Naked, and tied with ropes on top of a massage table. "Holy shit," exclaimed Felix. "Do you know who that is?" "Nope, no idea," she replied. "That's Mr. King." "Who?" she asked, puzzled. The name sounded vaguely familiar, but she couldn't remember where she'd heard the name before. "The president of Hearston College." Miriam whistled. There were more pictures of him, still tied to the table. Then, there were pictures where someone, presumably Heather, straddled him, taken from her point of view. The old man's cock clearly penetrated her pussy. There were more pictures, including some of Heather sitting on Mr. King's face. They were still looking at the pictures, when the phone rang. The display just said "MΓΤ house." "What do we do?" asked Felix. Miriam picked up the phone, and accepted the call. "I want my phone back. Now." Heather's voice was filled with suppressed rage. "No," she replied. "If you don't, I'm gonna send the video to all your parents, your friends, the police. Everybody." "Sure, go ahead," she said, calling Heather out on her bluff. It was somewhat risky, but she was reasonably certain that Heather wouldn't have thought to make any copies. Heather stayed silent for a while, and Miriam knew she'd been right. "Fuck you, you stupid cunt," Heather spoke, finally. "I'm gonna hunt you down, and when I find you, you're gonna wish you'd never been born!" "I don't think so," Miriam replied, calmly. "You see, we found some interesting pictures on your phone, and I don't think Mr. King would want these to see the light of day." "You're gonna blackmail me?" Heather screamed on the other end, outraged. "Uh huh. Who knows what else is on this phone, but I'm sure you know best what kind of dirt we could dig up with this." Heather stayed silent for a while, and Miriam wondered if she had hung up. "Fine," came the meek reply on the other end. "What do you want?" "I don't really care about you, or MΓΤ. You can continue fucking half the Goddamn city for all I care, but you need to leave me and my brother alone." "Fine." "And you better tell that bitch Cynthia. I don't ever want to see her face again." "And if I agree, you're gonna give back the phone?" Miriam laughed out loud. "Oh no, the phone's staying with me, and it will stay there unless you, or anyone else, comes after us. Got it?" "Fuck you." "Is that a yes or a no?" "Yes." "Good. Until never, then." Miriam ended the call, and beamed at Felix, who had listened tensely. "And?" he asked. "We did it. We're free." Felix let out a long, relieved breath. Miriam was elated. "What now?" he asked. "Let's go to my place. I really want a shower and some of my own clothes. I don't think Heather is crazy enough to do something drastic, she's too smart for that." "Alright, sounds good." "And later tonight, you're taking me out on a date." "What?" "I want this," she waved her finger between the two of them, "whatever it is we have, to continue." "Me too, actually." "Good. You're gonna take me out on a proper date, then. And afterwards, you're gonna fuck me as hard as you did when you didn't know it was me." "Mmm, I can definitely do that," he said, and leaned over the table to kiss her. His soft lips were warm on her own, and tasted of maple syrup. They paid, and walked out of the restaurant, hand in hand. More than just brother and sister. The early morning sun shone on her face, and she was happy. — Felix — Felix walked hand in hand with his sister. He still felt guilty thinking about what they'd done, but he was irresistibly attracted to her. With Heather and Cynthia out of the way, he focused for the first time on the future. A future with his sister. The thought was so alien to him, but he couldn't shake it. He looked to the side at her, and she chose that moment to look up at him. Her beautiful, blue eyes gazed at him, and at that moment he knew he never wanted to be apart from her again, no matter what obstacle was in their way.