5 comments/ 61620 views/ 13 favorites Lot in Life Ch. 01 By: naykedanonymous PLEASE NOTE: EVERYONE IN THIS STORY IS 18 YEARS OF AGE OR OLDER. IT IS FICTION, AND IN THE REAL WORLD NOBODY SHOULD EVER BE SUBJECTED TO THE BULLYING AND CRUELTY WITHIN THIS STORY; THANKFULLY IN THIS FICTIONAL WORLD SUICIDE ISN'T A REALITY. OK MORBID STUFF OVER. LET THE SEXY STUFF (?) BEGIN. I was the token doormat amongst my group of so-called friends. I was shy, quiet, timid, easily embarrassed, and more easily intimidated. I was brought along because I could be counted on to be the butt of a joke, the target of embarrassment, and a designated driver. I didn't see them often -- only when they deigned to call me, when they needed a ride, or they needed a victim. I knew it wasn't good for me to spent time with people like that, but they were the people my parents expected me to hang out with. Who were invited to parties at our house and we at theirs. I was so quick to do what I was told, spoke so little when with others, and often said stupid things out of nervousness, that they all though I was stupid. Maybe I was, but, honestly, I thought so little of myself back then that I didn't think I deserved better. This is a recount of some of the things they did to me for a laugh. At the age of 18, I thought that was my lot in life. I'd managed to avoid them for the last few weeks; this was easy to do since we'd just graduated high school and I avoided going out -- and they'd not actually called or invited me to anything. That changed when my mother drunkenly called me downstairs one day. "I saw Karma and Heather at the co-op this morning. They told me they were missing you, and I promised you'd go over there tonight for a sleep-over." That's how I ended up driving over to Karma Boyes' house at 8:30 pm on a warm August evening. Karma answered the door and gave me a fake kiss on my cheek while holding one of my shoulders in each hand. "Well, I guess since you're here, you might as well come back and join us." She turned and walked away, and I meekly followed her down through the large house. She led me to the back deck, and we found the gang sitting around drinking beer, smoking pot, and talking far too loudly. Karma's family was rich and they lived on a huge property. The noise wouldn't make a difference to her neighbours. "My parents are away in Vegas this weekend, so I've got the house to myself. My dad told me he was making your dad work this weekend, when I told him we ran into your mom. That sucks to be him. But then my dad's the boss." What Karma said was true, my dad worked for Karma's father at the largest employer in the county. He'd worked there for 18 years, since the day he finished high-school. He'd taken night courses and worked his way up, but still only made one tenth that of Karma's father, the owner of the company. That was another reason I did what I was told. Like my father, I didn't have many choices. If he pissed off Karma's father, he might get fired -- and he'd definitely get blacklisted. With that company being his only reference of employment, getting another job -- any other job in this county -- would be impossible. Faces turned toward me, gave me a neutral look here, a smirk there, and returned to their conversations. I made that little difference to them. Well, it was better than laughter and pointed fingers. I picked up a beer from the counter and walked over to an empty chair near, but well outside, the group. If I'd gotten water, they'd have mocked me. I could just nurse it quietly and stay out of their thoughts; that could help the evening pass quietly. *** After an hour of quietly hoping not to be noticed, my hopes were shattered, so to speak. "I'm bored. Let's play a game," said Jackson, one of Karma's entourage. His dad was on the board of directors at the company my dad worked at, and was a fraternity brother with Karma's father. Sara, Karma's tied-at-the-hip sidekick, replied sarcastically, "What are we going to do, play monopoly?" "Well, we could play some drinking games," was Karma's suggestion; her parents bar was an open bar, restocked once a week by a service; her dad never even cared or knew how much she and her friends drank and Karma was always happy to take advantage of that, despite being under the legal drinking age. "We talked about playing some of the old party games last time...they're always fun, " said Matt. "Well, we can't with her here, can we?" Everyone's eyes turned to me at Claire's comment. Karma broke an awkward moment of silence as I looked nervously down at my feet, "Sally, you'll play some party games, won't you? I'd hate to have to have my father drive you home because you were being difficult." I fidgeted nervously, and mumbled "Of course I'll play some games." "What? I didn't hear you. Speak clearly to me and stop being rude. We're all waiting for you to answer." I could tell I had made Karma angry, and was quick to say as clearly as I could -- though still with a catch in my throat that, "Yes. I'll do whatever you want." I heard Claire snicker off to the side, but wasn't able to bring myself to look in her direction. I couldn't have done anything else. Piss off Karma, and she could complain to her father; there goes his job. Actually most of the people in the room had parents who worked in the same company, and all worked at a higher level in the company than did he. I really couldn't offend any of them. Shit. *** Karma organized the moving of all furniture out of the middle of the room, and positioned us in a circle on the floor. "Well, what shall we play?" Karma looked around the circle waiting for a suggestion. Heather was the first with a suggestion, "We could play spin-the-bottle where whoever it lands on has to drink, and if it lands on the spinner, they have to finish their drink." Oh god. "That's kinda boring. I want to have more fun than that." Karma look around the circle once more. Jackson suggested making it "strip spin-the-bottle", but thankfully was ignored. After a few seconds, Sara spoke up, "What about a movie drinking game? You know, where every time a character says or does something, we drink?" While I remained quiet, that suggestion was shot down with a "Boooring" from Jackson, and a, "Yawn" from Claire. Heather spoke up again, "You've got a bunch of board games. We can turn any of them into a drinking game." "Or a strip game," Jackson spouted before pouring himself another drink. Karma looked thoughtful, "Maybe some of us have had too much to drink," and rolled her eyes at Jackson. I giggled then, and instantly regretted it as her eyes locked onto me. "Well, what's your suggestion?" She said it with condescension in her voice, obviously not expecting me to have anything good. She was right. "The only...I'm sorry...the only party game I've ever played is musical chairs." Claire was instantly snide, "Phpphpt, as though she'll stick it out if we play any real game. She'll run and hide. We should send her home now. I'd rather play Russian Roulette." "Now wait a minute, Claire," said Karma in a thoughtful tone, "she might have an idea that could be fun. I think we could have fun with this, and see if she can not disappoint us and actually stick out the night." "Well, what do you have in mind? We're not seriously going to play musical chairs, are we?" Claire's sentiment was echoed by the others. I just looked down at the ground in front of me. It's not my fault I've barely been to any parties. "Here's what I'm thinking," continued Karma. "Those curtains are blackout curtains for when we watch movies. Let's test this. Sara, make yourself useful and flick off those lights." Sara complied as Karma finished drawing the curtains, and we were in utter blackness but for red LEDs coming from the stereo setup in the corner. "Perfect," Karma's voice, breaking the silence, continued, "You can turn them back on now. Here's what' we're going to do. We're going to a new game I've just invented." "And what is this new game?" Sara leaned forward. Jackson belched in the background. "Stop interrupting, and you'll find out." Karma sounded playful now. She walked over to a cupboard, opened up a game within, and came back with six different coloured plastic game pieces. She didn't make us wait long, "I'll pull this lamp over by me. I'll grab a playing piece for each of us. We can reach out in the dark, dropping the piece we have in the middle of the circle as best we can. We count to ten, and each person has to find a piece as fast as they can; once everyone has a piece, we turn on the lights. Are you all with me so far?" We all nodded, well, I did, still unable to look up and meet her eyes after my stupid game suggestion. And I didn't feel like tonight was going to go well, drinking game or some other type; to go well for me at least. Our hostess continued, "Well, when we look at the pieces, whoever is holding the black one, has to take off a piece of clothing. We then do it again and again. What do you think?" Jackson was quick, "I'm game." Of course he was, he had a good chance of seeing some bare flesh. But, really, how far could the game go? Heather agreed as well, laughing, "Sounds awesome. She was looking toward Jackson as she said it. Sara agreed as well, and Claire finally gave a nod and smile. There was silence, and I looked up to see them all staring at me. "See, I told you she'd chicken out and ruin things." Claire really didn't realize that I'd do anything to keep my father employed and us living in our home. Playing a game where someone might see my bra was something I thought I could do. "Sou...sou...sounds great." "Awesome, OK, here's a piece everyone." She handed them out, and I realized I was starting with the little red plastic pawn. The lamp went off and Karma called out, "Drop your piece." I followed her instructions, not hearing it land on the soft carpet. We started counting in the blackness, and despite trying to see through the dark, there was nothing to help me find a piece. At least we were all in the same boat. I only had a 1/6 chance of losing a piece of clothing. On the count of ten, I was startled by everyone reaching out and laughing as they tried to find a piece. I reached out felling toward the centre of the room, my hand bumping over a few others, and I started to relax sharing the laughter in the dark. People started to call out, "I found one", "OK,", and the like. The lights were turned on and we all looked. I was relieved to see I held a green piece. Karma held the black one. She let out a little cure, then laughed, took a drink, and pulled off a sock, throwing it into the corner of the room. "That's the discard pile folks. You lose it, there it stays all night." I shivered at that thought, but really, chances are I'd be fine. I mean, they'd stop when someone might actually be exposed. We played another few rounds, and I ended up losing a sock, as did Claire and Jackson. People were needing more drinks, and Karma sent me on the errand. I was glad to have a moment away from them, to compose myself, to breathe. It didn't take me long to grab the requested drinks at the bar. I ignored their whispers and laughs, content to not be the focus of their attention. When I returned to the game, they stopped their quiet talking, stopped laughing, and sat up ready to play. I lost the next round and removed another sock. Soon everyone was down a single sock, and I was down two. Not a good beginning, but the odds were with me, weren't they? I realized that I'd finished my second beer already, and while the others had drunk more than that, especially Jackson, this was a lot for me. Well liquid courage. I'd have to take off my sweater next time I lost...if I lost again -- one must stay positive. I lost my sweater after Jackson lost his second sock. I was starting to get nervous, and was relieved to see Claire lose her second sock as well. Again, except for me having lost my sweater as well, we had all tossed our socks in a pile in the corner. And then I lost again, and had to remove my dress shirt, glad I was wearing a t-shirt underneath. Within a few more rounds, Jackson was wearing his jeans, whatever was under them, and a t-shirt, Sara was had just taken off her sweater and was, like me wearing a t-shirt. Claire hadn't removed anything else, but Karma and Heather were both in their bras, having removed their t-shirts. I blushed, thankful that I didn't have to do that. Surely the game would end when one of them might have to bare more. I lost the next round, and was suddenly faced with taking off my t-shirt and showing off my pale skin and plane white training bra. They all looked at me expectantly, and it was all I could do to force myself to pull the t-shirt over my head, and then to hang my head. "Wow, your breasts are small." Jackson wasn't holding back. I was burning up on the inside, barely holding back tears. I closed my eyes and breathed slowly. "Awe, she's just a slow bloomer. I mean, it's not like she really even needs to worry -- you've never even been on a date, have you?" Claire simply loathed me, it seems, and was very skilled at identifying the most embarrassing things about myself. I shook my head, and was thankful to Karma who said, "Leave her alone. She's playing the game and keeping up." I was surprised, but willing to go with it. I tried to thank her with my eyes, but she was already reaching for the light. I lost the next round as well, and found myself faced with having to remove my jeans now. Other than my dad last dressing me as a child, no boy had seen my underwear, not even a male doctor, never. I looked at Karma, hoping she'd take pity and say the game was done, but she just stared at me before finally saying, "Well, I guess you are going to disappoint, and we'll have to stop the game." I didn't want to upset her, though, and managed to reach down, and unsnap, then unzip my jeans. II laid on my back, and squirmed out of them, feeling horrible humiliation as my plane white cotton underwear came into view. The others laughed at this, and I heard one of them say, "Well, doesn't she have the most boring underwear." Jackson laughed and said, "This is a great game Karma, thanks." The odds seemed to have turned in my favour as Jackson ended up wearing just his boxers, and Claire, Heather, and Sara ended up in their bra and panties, just like me. All of them wore matching bra and panty sets and Jackson was enjoying moving his eyes around from chest to chest and ass to ass. He didn't spend much time looking at my flat-chested body. And then I lost again. My eyes started wandering, but I did my best to keep a blank look on my face and not reflect the horror I felt within me. I undid the clasp at the front of my bra, and slid it off. My breasts, what you could speak of, were barely noticeable, and as an 18 year old girl, I was very embarrassed about their lack of size. Jackson looked at my chest, "Well, at least the nipples are nice." I think that was the first compliment I've ever received from any of these people. "My god, you're flat." Claire again. I knew that when topless, my upper body looked more like a skinny guy's than a girl's because of its flatness. At least I had that going for me. I was thin and had nice long hair. "Keep playing. I'm proud of you pet." Karma reached across the circle and patted my head. I looked up, glad for any positive sign from her. Surely she'd end the game soon. The next few rounds saw Karma join us in our underwear sets. I sat there stoically, trying not to cover myself too much, or look anyone in the eye. My nipples were hard from the adrenaline coursing through my body. I was so humiliated and knew that I should have just gotten up and left long before now, but also knew that if I did, I could get my father fired. It was agony. All of them were smirking at me, making insulting comments. I lost. Yeah, the next round, with everyone else now in their underwear, saw me have to remove my white cotton briefs and toss them in the corner. I sat their naked, my arms around my knees and my hair over my eyes. Jackson whistled, and Sara commented on my abundant light pubic hair. I don't think anyone else, but my female doctor, has seen me nude since I was seven or eight, not even my mother. I tried to cover myself, and at a look from Karma, stopped. It was difficult to remember. I sat there on my heels, kneeling, humiliated. "Can I get dressed now?" I looked to Karma, glad that the game must finally be over. "What are you talking about, we play this game until I decide we're done. Besides, you've lost your clothes for the evening anyway." My jaw must have just hung there, I know I couldn't speak, and I remained stunned as Jackson got up to get more drinks for everyone. He seemed to take his time, and I noticed that his boxers were being pushed out by what struck me as an obscenely large erection. Claire caught me looking at him and in a whispered laugh, told me, "That's the real reason he gets to hang out with us so much." My eyes must have bulged, which set Claire snorting in disgust, "Shit you're a prude." I was handed another drink, this time something fruity, and drank it down quickly. I welcomed the burn of the alcohol in my throat and the way things softened and blurred for me. I realized I was swaying on my knees and heard, "God she can't even hold a few drinks." I didn't fall over, but only because I caught myself with my outstretched hands and moved myself to lean against the couch for support. "I'll drop her piece for her", Heather helpfully offered. I knew what was going on, but felt powerless to put a stop to it. The alcohol had dulled my senses, and I felt more as though I was dreaming. I listened in the darkness to them drop, count, and collect they plastic pawns, and when the lights came back on, saw that the black one remained on the carpet. I had nothing else to take off, and I didn't see how I could become more humiliated. "Karm, what now? She's already naked. I never thought she'd go this far." "Well, no more drinks for her for a bit, or she's likely to pass out. Now, what should be her forfeit?" Jackson was the one who suggested something, "How about we each take a photo with her." This set the others to laughing away and congratulating him on having a great idea. Karma left the room, while the others joked about my state of dress, lack of noticeable breasts, and drunkenness. I was glad, then, for the numbing effect of the alcohol, for I didn't shed a tear despite my horror. If a photo of me naked got out into the community, I'd be shamed in our church, at the local Community College, which was all my father could afford, and in front of my family and everyone I knew. I reached out and took a drink from a beer bottle nearby. I shivered and rubbed my arms to warm up. I realized that the feeling of dizziness I had before had fled, and looked up at the faces staring down at me. "Are we still playing the game, " I questioned with slurred words. Claire crouched down beside me, and said sweetly, "Of course we are. Do you still want to play?" She confused me then, "You do want keep us all happy, don't you?" I nodded in response to that, and she went on, "Awesome. Now you just lost again, and I need you to try to stand up." Wow, she was being so nice to me, maybe it was OK. With the help of the couch, I was able to stand up and, miraculously, was fairly steady on my feet. I started giggling, realizing that the people around me were in their underwear. I remember Karma coming back into the room with a fancy camera with a big flash on top of it. And thinking it was funny that she was in her underwear too. "OK, who's first?" Karma was wanting to get things going, and I still recall the evil glint in her eye as Heather came over and stood beside me. In the photo that was taken, I stood beside her, directly facing the camera, and she stood behind me, peeking around my nude form. Her hand was over her mouth as though she was stifling a laugh. I was completely bared, from flat chest to bushy blonde tuft of hair. Lot in Life Ch. 01 After the photo was taken, I looked down at myself and asked, "Hey, why am I naked? Where are my clothes?" Sara answered me, "Titless, it's ok, this is all a dream." I knew something wasn't quite right, but this distracted my from the issue of my state of dress and got me wondering what was wrong. A lot of my memories from that point on are cloudy, and I know my thinking and logic were seriously confused. I was very drunk for the first time in my non-drinking life. "So it's all OK?" They all said sweetly, sure it is. Karma, camera lowered, said, "We want pictures with our new friend, don't you want pictures with us?" "My friends? I want pictures with friends." I put my arms around Heather who had moved from behind me. I was hugging her as she started to laugh and pull away, my flat chest pushed against her arm and ass sticking out. Sara was next, and she too stood behind me. She grabbed my wrists though, and pulled them together behind my back, causing my flat chest to stick out. As she held my wrists with one hand, I felt her other pushing my ass forward, and I felt myself arching precariously back, thrusting myself toward Karma and her Camera which has taken pictures of the whole process. Sara was caught smiling as she looked over my shoulder as I leaned back. I was like a puppet from then on, going with what was asked of me. I've seen all the photos now, and pieced together the rest of the night from them and the few patches of memory that remain. The photo with Claire isn't one I remember taking, but it explained why my ass was red the next day when I woke up. The photo set showed me bend over the back of an armchair, my ass in the air. In the first shot, my face was turned up at the camera and my arms held my body up; my back stretched up and my ass peeked into view over the back of the chair. Claire stood behind the chair with her hand raised and a stern look on her face. In another shot her hand was hitting my rear. In another you could see the flattened flesh, caught mid-swat. There were other shots taken from the side, and from behind. Claire, in her silky underwear had given me a well documented spanking. For Karma's pictures with me, she passed the camera to Claire. "OK, new bestest friend, you want to look so beautiful for this shot, and I want you to look great. I want you to kneel on the ground in front of me and kiss my toes." I, apparently, did exactly that, and the documentary photos to prove it. Some of the shots were from directly behind me, and I was horrified to see just how gynecological they were; even my ass hole was visible. Other photos were from the side, through Karma's legs, from above. With digital, it's not like they had to conserve film. The next series of photos were with Jackson. I was shocked to see my kneeling beside him, my hands and arms clinking to his right thigh. I have vague memories of, "Pull down my shorts if you want. Otherwise you might ruin them." The photos showed me pulling down Jackson's shorts, and the final ones were taken with my face against his thigh and mouth just inches from what was the largest penis I'd ever seen. It hung down, I later learned six inches when flaccid and was almost eight inches when fully hard. In the photos it went from hanging beside my mouth to pointing right at the camera and up by my forehead. It was the first adult penis I'd seen and I barely remembered it. At least I had a photographic record. You'd think my ordeal would be over, but there was next a group shot. Karma must have put the camera on a tripod and set the timer. In it, the five of them were standing arms over shoulders. I was either kneeling in front, laying on my side in front, or, in the most humiliating shot, bent over, ass toward camera, and looking between my legs. It's the first time in my life I regretted being flexible. I remember a part of the night when I asked, "When do I get to get dressed?" to which I was told, "You lost your clothes, don't you remember. You have to earn or win them back to get dressed again." It seemed fair and I said, "Well, how can I do that?" That first bet saw me trying to do a handstand against the closed door. I'm sure you can picture it. In the final shot, I'm up against the wall, with Claire on one side, Jackson on the other; each was holding an ankle and stretching my legs apart. Jackson, back in his boxers, was looking straight down at my bared pussy, and Claire was looking smug and content. I remembered someone saying, "It's a shame we had to help you. Are you even trying," to which I slurred, "Yes. Let me have another chance." "I know. What if we gave her a piece of clothing for removing something else?" Sara was trying to be helpful. I laughed, "Sara. Silly Sara. Silly, silly, Saraaaaaa....I don't have anything else to remove." Sara had a response prepared, "Well, you could remove that crotch-afro you're spouting." That's how I ended up with photographs of me sitting on the edge of a large bathtub, and shaving my crotch. From the electric trimmer that I used to remove the long hair, to the lathering up with shaving cream and the shaving itself, everything was documented, both up close and from afar to include my face. In each I had a look of interested concentration, and I knew that it was taking all my concentration to do the job. I probably didn't even think about the other five people in the room. I admit, I have memories of the shaving process, of the feel of smooth skin where none had been for over four years. I was handed a towel and told to dry myself off. I followed along drunkenly, and was lead to the setting for the next series of photographs. "If you can sink a pool ball on the break, you can have your clothes back." Even in my state, I knew this was good. There are pictures showing me leaning over the table, not with breasts hanging since I had virtually none, but with ass sticking out and now bare pussy on display. From the side and the front, exemplifying my nudity and my flat chest. And my face. And of course I missed. I looked at them, now going along with everything, glad that they were talking nicely to me, and trying to help me get dressed again. "What do I have to do as a forfeit?" "You mean you don't have anything left to remove?" Sara sounded angry. "I'm sorry, please don't be mad. I'll do anything you tell me. Haven't I been doing it all tonight? Everything you said?" "Sara, now, now. Calm down." It was Claire speaking as she patted Sara's arm. "Didn't you say, Karma, that your father had a new doggy door installed downstairs, and that you were worried a burglar could get in?" From there, my memory fades, but the photo evidence shows my naked for trying to climb through a swinging doggy door that led to the backyard from the finished basement. It shows me,. Ultimately, stuck half-way, and shots from outside, inside, and with the door half open showing my predicament in full colour. I'm relieved they were able to get me out in one piece, though I had a few light scratches along my ribs as a result of the entire process. That's the last I remembered of that night. The photos that fill in the gaps show me using the toilet, graphically unleashing a stream of urine into the bowl, my legs apart and my naked lips parted obscenely. They show me crawling up a long staircase in humiliating detail, and they show me being put into bed and the blankets pulled up. These would be the only way I knew what happened, and the others were the only clues to fill in for a patchy memory. In the morning, I awoke, tucked into a cozy bed, upstairs, in one of the many guest rooms. I was surprised by the hour as I looked at the bedside clock -- it was almost noon. I was even more shocked when I realized where I was, and almost catatonic when I realized that I was naked. I didn't understand why the skin of my ass was sore, but did realize that I'd had far too much to drink. I searched my memory, but at that point, not much was coming back. I looked around, relieved to find my clothes on the floor in a pile. I quickly dressed, feeling much better now that I was less vulnerable. I opened the door, crept quietly through the house to the front door; I slipped out and began walking home. I was horrified at what I'd done, and more horrified later when I saw the photos from that night. Before I saw them, I was able to half-believe that my actions were a dream; I was able to think, well, I was forced to do the things I did. I know that I was taken advantage of, but the photos don't show that. Instead, the images document the wonton behaviour of a a mostly smiling, flat chested girl, doing things apparently of her own volition. My eyes weren't particularly glazed that anyone could prove. I was disgusted with myself. It was a long, long walk home. I avoided my parents when I got home, dodged their questions about my night at dinner, and hid in my room for most of the coming week. When my mother dropped off a padded envelope, I was surprised since I'd not ordered anything and had no friends that sent me mail. It was apparently hand delivered, having only my first name on the front. I tore open the padded envelope. Inside was a DVD which I soon discovered, thankfully on the computer in my room where I had some privacy, the photos I described above. Also present was a note with crisp text. Salt-flat Sally, we've decided that you can be part of our new sorority. I know these photos will remind you of just why you'll join us. We can use a new pledge and have lots of ideas for your initiation. That's all that was in the note, and I wondered if this meant they'd finally accepted me, or were wanting to torment me more. The phone call I got from Karma later that afternoon cleared things up. "Sally, here's the deal. You've seen the photos. I won't show them to anyone, other than the people there, provided you, well, you do what I say for a while. If you don't want to, I won't force you at all, in face, you'll always be able to stop what's going on and walk away. Of course, then we may find that a hacker has uploaded all the photos, without our faces of course, to a few websites. Emailed a selection to your family. To your church. They may even get sent out on the grad class mailing list. And I'm sure my father wouldn't have someone like the father of a dirty girl like you working for his company. That would be a shame." I tried to say something, but nothing would come out but gasps. "Now, don't say anything now, I want you to think about things. If you decide you want to try to join our sorority and go through the initiation, come over here at eight tonight. If you don't, that's just fine, we don't want you to feel pressured at all. We'll just surf the net instead." I walked over there at eight o'clock on the dot, resolved to do anything I had to;, I had to keep those embarrassing photographs from going public and ruing my reputation, my father's career, and my family's ability to pay our mortgage, car leases, and many bills. *** At eight o'clock, I pushed the button at the front gate to the property on which Karma and her family lived. The gate swung open smoothly, and I walked the 50 yards up the driveway. Karma was waiting at the door and gave me a hug when I walked up the steps and approached her. I was shocked. "Sally, I'm glad you decided to join us. I thought it would be a good idea for us to talk before the others arrive. Come on in and let me get you a drink." I followed her meekly to the kitchen where we sat at a kitchen table and each had a beer. I didn't want to repeat the drunken stupidity of my last visit. We chatted for a bit, and I was stunned because she was being polite and even friendly to me. Maybe this threat of sharing the photographs was a joke and she was ready to accept me. "So, you got the DVD and had a chance to look through all the pictures?" Her question surprised me as it was a marked change from our earlier conversation. She was still friendly, but there was more steel in her eyes and crispness in her tone. I nodded affirmatively. "And did you understand what I said to you on the phone?" Again I nodded. "Tell me what you think it means." It was hard for me to speak, but I managed, "Karma, I came over hoping I could please join your sorority or group." I looked up at her eyes hoping for for approval. "Why I'm so glad you've asked. I'd love to have you apply. And it's just your luck that I'm the president and head of sorority applications. I'd love to have you apply, but let me tell you about it and its rules first." What was she talking about. I vaguely remembered someone mentioning a sorority earlier, and she'd mentioned it on the phone. "Well, as you know, our little group is all going to university together, and we decided to start our own sorority off campus so that we can do whatever we want without the admin getting upset." She continued after I nodded my understanding, "My father has purchased a large house near campus, and there's a bedroom for each of us. Jackson will be living on his own nearby, but I'm sure he'll be visiting lots." "But how can I be in it? I'm not going to State, we can't afford it, let alone for me to live away from home." I was feeling some relief -- whatever this was would end when they went away in September. Karma had a cruel smile on her face. "Well, that's part of the surprise. I saw your mother the other day at the mall. I asked her about your plans for school in the fall, and she told me that you had great grades, but couldn't afford to go anywhere but the community college." I nodded, both proud at my grades, embarrassed for my inability to afford State, despite having the grades, and horror that Karma had encountered my mother and could have told her everything about that night or shown her the photos. I was holding my breath, and only starting to feel dizzy reminded me to breath. "Well, I talked to my dad last night and he agreed to hire you as our maid and assistant and stuff. Instead of pay, you'll get free room and board, and you'll get a weekly allowance and stuff. Oh, and your tuition for State will be paid." I was flabbergasted. This was an amazing offer, and Karma hadn't threatened me at all. Maybe things were going to work out just fine. "Now, to come, and stay, you'll have to make certain you pass the initiation into the sorority, else you aren't allowed to live in the sorority house. It's in the rules. The current members will have the right to order you around, and sometimes it'll be fun, other times hard work. Sometimes it'll be embarrassing. But nothing will ever get you arrested or damage you. It's all part of the initiation rules. Do you still follow me?" Things were starting to sink in. Was I destined to be a slave to these girls for the time I wanted to attend State? "I'm already registered at the Community College, though." I was hopeful she'd just call everything off, but not really expecting it. "That's not a problem. In fact my father already called, cancelled your registration and had you enrolled at State. Your mother agreed that it would be a wonderful surprise. So if you don't come, you probably won't get into school until next year. But as I was saying, You'll also be expected to do the laundry and keep the place clean, and stuff like that. We'll sort it out there. Daddy's given me the budget and told me I'm in charge to see you make my life there easier and earn the money he's spending to send you there. He says your father was 'practically licking the soles of his shoes' when he heard about my father's offer. Of course, non-completion of your degree at State or leaving the sorority or getting fired from the job means that your dad will have to repay all money's spent to that point." I marvelled at the web she's woven around me, trapping me. I was snared and there she was with her thread, ready to wrap me in a cocoon and feed on me for years ahead. If I refused or didn't follow through, my worst fears would come true -- with my dad owing tens of thousands to his boss, a boss who's daughter controlled him like a puppet and would fire my dad at a word. I'd have no College for at least a year, and now I fully believed her about the photos and her plans should I refuse. If I suffered through for four years, I'd be free, with a real University degree and the ability to leave this town and start a new life away from her family's influence. I nodded. She continued, "Now, everything you do has to be one hundred percent your choice. You can always say a safe word, no matter what, and we'll stop the initiation activity, help you pack and see you out of the house." Her look turned into a stare, "No hard feelings of course. We can keep in touch on the internet." I understood her clearly. "What is my safe word?" She told me, "So all I have to do is say 'supercalifragilisticexpialidocious' if I can't take the 'hazing' or just want to quit? But my father has agreed to repay any money spent if I do so? And I have no change of getting in to the Community College this year. " She nodded. "I'm glad you're getting things. A clear understanding is important to ensure things go smoothly. Now, as I said, you'll always be safe, and no lasting harm will ever come to you." I think I started to hyperventilate there for a moment. "Are you OK? Good. Now, your rush week, as it were, will last a smidge longer than a week, in fact it's going to start tonight. That is if you confirm, one last time that you understand, and sign this contract Daddy had made up." I just signed it. I was sure that nowhere in it was mentioned the fact that the photographs existed, or the blackmail that they supported? I was committed for worse or worse. With that done, Karma took me up to her bedroom, and told me simply, "Your first pledge task is to take off those ugly clothes and wait here for me to return with the girls. We're going to give you a fashion show. Put the clothes in that garbage can over there. At least she just said girls. They'd probably put some ugly makeup on me and make insult my body for a few hours. I could make it through that. As she left, I heard, "Get rid of everything." I could do this -- hell, I had to. I stood shivering a minute later, all my clothing at the bottom of a garbage can by her desk. I stood there in the middle of the room, taking in the ludicrous size, and expensive contents of the room. Two huge closets were bursting with clothes, a full bathroom with a huge bathtub was visible through another door. It was like a fancy hotel room on a soap opera. She even had a deck that looked over the huge backyard and pool area. By the clock, I stood there 27 minutes, stark naked. I wasn't cold, but I still had goosebumps. My nerves were on edge, and I wondered how long they'd torment me. Finally I heard them talking as they came upstairs and down the long hall to the part of the house containing Karma's room. Karma entered with Sara, Heather, and Claire in tow, and thankfully no Jackson. The three newcomers laughed out loud and Karma chuckled with them. "So, you're the new pledge. Karma told us she had one." "What's her nickname going to be? Every pledge needs a nickname." Sara ignored Claire's comment, and it was she who received an answer. "Pancakes, as in 'flat-as', I think we know why." Heather grinned, knowing I'd felt her barb. The four of them quickly approved that nickname, and I became Pancakes or 'Cakes to them more often than not. "Did you bring it?" Karma looked at Claire who nodded, reached into her bag, and pulled out a plastic bag. "Don't show her yet. It'll be a surprise." Ah..so they had some terrible outfit for me to wear. I could handle it. The group quickly spun me around and sat me down in front of the large well-lit vanity which rested in a corner of Karma's room. A drink was fetched for me, and the four women were surprisingly polite to me, actually talking about how I could do my makeup, and about the clothes that would suit me; granted, 'tit-less' came up a few times, but I ignored that and as they fussed, not really doing much, quickly drank my drink and then another, and another. Lot in Life Ch. 01 Three drinks in fifteen minutes was obviously too much for me, and I closed my eyes to quell a dizzy feeling. Karma put an cool mask over my eyes and told me to relax, that they'd return in a few minutes to 'deal with my hair', figure out my makeup, and then sort out wardrobe and uniform. I just nodded and tried not to throw up. And fell asleep in whatever period of time passed. The next thing I knew, I was waking up, with them all gathered around. I was facing the wall, not the mirrors of the vanity, so I couldn't see what they'd done. Whatever it was would wash off though. I could see the clock by Karma's king size bed, and it was past ten o'clock now. I'd been out for a while. "Well, Pancake, we've given you the official pledge haircut, but before we remove the towel and let you see, we want to talk about your makeup. As much as it pains us to admit it, you look pretty good with just basic makeup, and we've agreed that we'll each take turns doing up special makeup as needed. Sometimes it'll be silly, other times more, well, sexy than you're used to. But we'll be in charge. Otherwise, you'll not wear any makeup at all. We think it suits you. I was OK with that, and actually happy to not have to wear makeup all the time. I liked my skin the way it was. And I could put up with a night here and there looking like a clown or tart. And then they pulled off the towel and spun my chair around. I'd started the evening with long that reached half-way down my back. They'd left me with less. Much less. In fact, they'd left me with no hair at all. They'd shaved me bald. I was stunned and had no words. I felt cold. "Claire had the idea, and we all agreed it would work great." They all nodded. Claire interrupted Sara, "Now I bet you're wondering how you'll be able to go back home tomorrow to your parents bald, but have no fear, we've bought you your first wig so that when we let you, you'll have a way to keep your new secret. And just think how much you're going to save on shampoo." "From now on, your duty, as pledge, is to ensure you have no hair on your body, other than your eyebrows and eyelashes. If we catch you with any, you'll receive a punishment." I was in shock, I think. I'd been growing my hair out for as long as I could remember. It was the part that helped me look more feminine, despite lacking the curves most women my age had. Now, looking in the mirror, I realized that I looked like a bald androgynous manikin. Heather was supportive, in a way, "Just think, you can change your appearance with a wig so easily -- really we've done you a favour Pledge." I looked up at her with big eyes, tears about to spill out. "You should thank us." I felt broken. "Thank you." "Mistresses. We're mistresses of the sorority, and you shall address us as such or in other more appropriate ways as we come up with them. "Thank you mistresses." I managed to hold back my tears right then. I resolved that I would make them earn every tear, and not give them anything I didn't have to -- let them get their satisfaction from something other than my obvious misery. "May I please see the wig you purchased for me Mistress?" The wig was fetched and put on my head, and, I must admit, it looked like a normal head of blonde hair. Sure it was a different, much shorter cut than I normally wore, but that was ok. I could do this. "Thank you mistresses." I would feed them their lines and make them happy. I could do it. Then they stood me up, in my naked hairless glory, and walked me toward the centre of the room. My throat was dry, as it often is after a nap, and the alcohol they'd fed me earlier had done its work dehydrating me. They surrounded me, four people relishing my humiliation, knowing they had won. "OK, you're not fat, that's a good thing. But besides being skinny, your don't have tits or an ass to speak of." Karma was cool in her delivery. Sara continued, "But we've figured out and collected together some outfits that we'll let you wear through the summer here. We'll decide your outfits for State when we get there. We'll also have to decide on your uniform for working around the house, but that can come later." "Heather should have your thanks, because she's the one that reminded us you didn't need any bras at all, for obvious reasons." Claire smiled at Heather, and then looked at me, "Don't you have something to say?" "Thank you..." I noticed the stares, "...Mistress Heather?" I got nods and felt some relief . In reality, the padded bras were the only source for any curves on my upper body, and also served to cover up my always-hard little nipples. I could do this, though. I could do this. I closed my eyes and looked upward as hard as I could in an effort to stop the tears. Heather started talking next, "Now, we want to save money where we can. We picked up some men's underwear cheap, just tightie-whities for when you're having your period, otherwise, why waste the money on undies; there's no bra to match them too." I just stared back. "Glad you're OK with that, pledge. Now try on your first outfit." I turned to look for the outfit she wanted me to try on, and I found Karma holding out a pale yellow sundress on a hanger. It didn't look bad, actually, though I didn't often wear dresses. I reached out for it, and pulled it on over my head. It slid down my body, the thing cotton feeling nice against my cool skin, and it was a relief to be wearing clothes again. I realized quickly that the dress they'd picked up was a bit too big for me, and the thin straps held the dress just above my nipples in front. If I leaned forward at all, it would gape, and anyone nearby would be able to see straight down -- and see my lack of assets. At least it reached below my knees, and it was suited to the hot summers around here. I looked in the mirror and thought, except for missing my padded bra, that I looked pretty good, even if the hair was a wig -- it was a pretty good wig. I remembered before they said anything, "Thank you mistresses." I'd smother them with compliance so that they got bored of me quickly. I laugh now, these many years later, at how naive I was being. Now, so many years later, exactly, which of the clothes they would later make me wear or allow me to wear were actually tried on that night. I know that most of them, without a bra, ensured my nipples were obvious, confirmed my flatness, and even gaped when possible. I was thanking myself, though, that I had clothes. I was trying to look on the bright side of this black hole I'd fallen into. The final outfit they made me try on that night was the one that covered the most of my skin, while in fact revealing every wrinkle, bump, and, if I'd had any left, hair on my body. It was a body stocking that covered me from head to toe, bar my face which peeked out through a round opening. It even covered my hands and feet like gloves, actually having separate toes built-in. Before I'd tried it on, the garment had looked impossibly small, as though it was designed for a toddler. But the fabric stretched. And clung tightly. The black fabric had me hoping that it would be opaque when on, but I soon realized that wasn't the case. I looked toward a full-length mirror and realized that in addition to showing my nipples in clear relief through the fabric, it was also possible to see their darker form standing out against my white flesh; and the shadow of my belly button. And the cleft of my pussy. "Look, you can see her ass crack, even the freckles on her shoulders. And it clings so tightly. Look how it's pulled up into her. I love it." Claire was relishing my humiliation. "That's the last outfit for tonight Pancake," said Sara, and I was relieved, thinking that the night's ordeal would soon be over. "Let's go downstairs, I'll meet you all down there. Listen for Jackson." Karma's word was followed, and I meekly followed along. As we reached the bottom of the main stairs, the doorbell went off and I was horrified when Heather pushed me toward it. "I think you should go let Jackson in. From now on, you'll do things like get the door when you're around." "Yes Mistress." I walked to the door, my head down. I opened it without seeing who was there, and didn't even feel relief that it was only Jackson. Jackson seemed to love my outfit. "You said I'd enjoy it, and you're right. Look at that, I can see the bumps around her nipples, I can see her slit and know she's shaved down the....woah." Jackson stopped talking and walked around me looking at my head. I'd forgotten about my missing hair. And realized that with this outfit stretched tight over my bald head, it was very obvious just how naked I was under it. "You guys shaved her head? That's awesome. She's just so bare that way. So exposed. And that outfit just shows that off. Why not just have her naked though?" I cringed at the fear of being naked again in front of him. I'd gotten resigned to being nude in front of the girls, but this guy was something different. Anyone else was something different. Perhaps numb would be a better word to use than resigned. Karma was the one to answer as she came downstairs, "This way she won't leave a slime trail wherever she sits down. She also has to ask for help to take it off since the zipper's in the back. She can't even go to the bathroom without our help right now. And best of all, she'll fade into the shadows when we don't want to see her." They all laughed at that. I was led toward the media room where Karma sat us all down. Well, everyone but me. I was told to stand beside the TV and to make sure to refill everyone's drink orders -- one of my standing jobs now -- and otherwise be quiet unless spoken to. I couldn't even see the TV and, in fact, was reprimanded a few times for turning to look at it. The night passed with me standing there, side-lit by the TV except when I was getting people drinks. I had nothing myself, both because nothing was offered but also so that I was spared the embarrassment of needing to go to the bathroom. When standing there, I looked out into the darkness, their faces lit-up by the TV screen. You'd think that this would have been easier than the last time I was here. Essentially they ignored me other than snorting with laughter now and then when I caught their attention. The best part of the night, it's true, was being mostly ignored in the mostly dark room. I didn't really appreciate it though, because what was on the screen was a video of the entire time I spent in Karma's room, from my arrival, through falling asleep and having my head shaved, to trying on and off all the outfits. The camera must have been on a shelf in her room, and while not exciting in terms of artistic composition, had no trouble capturing my humiliation in its wide angle lens. I admit I cried silently as I listened to them talk about what they were seeing, about what it was like to do it, about how foolish I looked. Jackson found it 'cool' and 'hilarious' and was disappointed when told he couldn't show it to his buddies at the gym. I was relieved, then, with the hope that, indeed, if I stuck it through, my shame would remain private amongst the six of us. When the movie was over, I was ordered to clean up and wait by the front door. I stood there, having wiped my face off, quickly, with the cloth I was using to dry the glasses. I didn't cry again that night, at least not while they could see me. I was relieved when Karma and the rest appeared and she bid them goodnight. They all looked at me, and though they politely said goodbye to me, their contempt was obvious. But at least they left. "Goodbye Mistresses and...?" I didn't know what to call Jackson. "Sir?" That got a nod from Karma and, I was hopeful, a small smile of approval. At least I'd be going home soon too. Alas, that wasn't to be. "Come along, I didn't tell you before, but I arranged with your mother for you to spend the rest of the weekend sleeping over here." She led me upstairs and I wondered if I'd been sleeping in the same bed they'd put me in last time I was here. It would offer me some much needed privacy. "My folks are away through the rest of the summer, and apart from the cleaning lady, gardener, and pool service, I have the run of the place this summer. You'll probably get to sleep here, with your sorority sister, a few times over the next few months. I shivered at the prospect. But I can't be bothered with making up a spare bed. Instead you get to sleep on the floor in my room, in case I need anything in the night." She was taking away another piece of my dignity, but I could survive a night sleeping on the thick carpet in her room. She even pointed at an old blanket I could use, though there was no pillow. "Now, let me get that zipper for you. Before you go to sleep, make sure you hand wash the outfit; you can put it on this towel to dry after you do so. Then have a a shower, and you can go to sleep." She didn't bother waiting for a reply, instead walking toward her bathroom and closing the door behind her. It was odd walking around in that large unfamiliar house in the dark that night. I didn't turn on lights, instead relying on the moonlight that filtered through the windows. I stood naked in the laundry room as I washed the body stocking in the large, deep metal sink. I read the label, and realized it had originated at a local theatre shop. I went back up to Karma's room to find her sleeping under a thick duvet. I closed the door to her bathroom, had a quick shower in the near darkness, wiped down the shower, and silently found my way to my 'bed' on the floor. It was midnight when I lay down, and the last time I saw the red lights of the clock it was four in the morning. Eventually exhaustion must have taken me. I dreamed that my lot in life was different -- that I was surrounded by friends and wealthy -- but this turned to a nightmare when I looked down and saw I was naked, and all my friends were pointing and laughing. *** This was the start of an ordeal with many notable experiences mixed with common day debasements and the odd positive moment. I'll share some of these brief episodes with you in the future, and hopefully they can serve some positive purpose.