Elsewhere 2: Initiation

“What do you think?” Atlee asks Valerie as she presents her with her Kappa pin. “I know it’s a family thing for you. So exciting to have a legacy this year. Plus, you crushed rush!”

“Did I?” Valerie asks, sliding the pin into her pocket. Atlee’s elegant, light brown dress with a gorgeous belt, the buckle in a radiant gold, contrasts with Valerie’s band t-shirt and torn jeans, but the brunette hardly seems bothered by the purple-haired freshman’s choice of attire. “I thought I just sort of survived.”

“Val, you did so much more than just survive!” Atlee offers sincerely, taking her hands. Valerie looks up at her and can’t help but blush a little. Despite being so much like the kind of girl she hated just a year ago in high school, her confidence was … intoxicating. Not to mention her being absolutely gorgeous in general. “A sorority is a family. Sisterhood. That’s not just for show, not an excuse to throw parties and get blitzed and do networking once we graduate. Sticking it out means you value that kind of bond, Valerie. That’s a rare trait.”

“I … thank you,” she says, staring back at Atlee with wide, dilated eyes. “I just … God, sorry, I’m being stupid.”

“Caring isn’t stupid, and it’s sad so many people think it is,” Atlee answers. “What is it?”

“I haven’t made many friends since I started. And I didn’t think I was going to here. But now that I made it, I just … I feel like I still have so much to do. I really like what you’re saying, and I want to agree with it, but I haven’t been able to shake the feeling that I’m just drifting since middle school.”

“I can help.” Atlee raises one hand to the side of Valerie’s face, drawing a surprised gasp from the younger woman as she leans in closer. “You can be part of a wonderful thing, Valerie. I think you’d be so good at it. And it’s going to sound crazy … maybe too crazy …”

“Tell me,” Valerie demands, her voice soft and ****. Atlee grins. Part of it is happiness in feeling like she’s winning her over. Part of it is manipulating her into accepting her authority.

“Some of the sisters and I, we found a way to pool our mental resources together. I know that sounds new agey, but it’s fantastic. We get to move together, inseparable, and make each other stronger every day.” Valerie just nods, either very willing to accept this as a possibility or too entranced in the more mundane sense to want to argue. “I can bring you in on that, join you to us, make you part of us. There’s no way to be closer I know about. Would you like that?”

“So … much …” Valerie admits, chest heaving with anticipation. “I mean, I had a Wicca phase in high school, but it never went anywhere …”

“Nothing so unreliable,” Atlee soothes her, running her fingers over her cheek, then lightly down her neck. Valerie shudders. “We join. Then, when we’re finished, you’ll be invited to add your mind to our union, where you’ll help empower your sisters and ensure a brighter future. But I can’t let you in unless you tell me you want it.”

“Join?”

“Sex, Valerie,” she answers, hands drifting to Valerie’s waist. Hearing it, her blushing reaches a bright, red peak. “And not exactly normal sex.” As she speaks, her backless dress allows her to effortlessly extend six tentacles behind her. Valerie gasps, watching their distinctly-phallic heads focus on her while the stalks mounting them wave back and forth rhythmically. “You don’t have to come along, Val. I wouldn’t make you. We’ll have you if you want us to, though. Do you?”

“… oh my God, yes,” Valerie pants out, feeling her panties soaking at the sight of this beautiful woman asking to fuck her, especially the unnatural and exciting elements of it. She always wanted to believe in magic, she just never imagined she’d be seeing it quite like this. “Please, Atlee, yes, take me. I want you to fuck me, and I need to be a part of this.”

“Good. I knew I picked right with you,” Atlee tells her gently before pulling her in. Her lips are warm, accepting, and insistent, Valerie melting into her grasp as Atlee’s tendrils dance loosely around them. Valerie’s legs ride up on her president’s until Atlee has her held up, gripping her curvy, hot ass with both hands while Valerie pulls herself into the shockingly strong woman by looping her arms behind her neck.

Atlee throws Valerie on the bed, considering briefly tearing her clothes off personally, but decides against it as the freshman breathes heavily, her eyes almost worshipful of Atlee’s surreal majesty. She grins instead.

“You really don’t need the clothes anymore,” she half-commands, half-purrs to Valerie. Val simply nods, stripping off her t-shirt and jeans quickly. Atlee helps with the black, front-clasp bra with a surprisingly-nimble flick of one of her tentacles, while Valerie’s legs hurriedly, needily wiggle back and forth to help speed up removing her drenched underwear. “Everything’s okay,” she says, leaning over Val as her tentacles deftly remove her own dress. “You have no reason to be so anxious, Valerie. You’ve done so well, just enjoy this.” She leans down, kissing Val’s neck as the purple-haired girl, closes her eyes and groans, absorbed by the soothing, powerful tone of Atlee’s words.

Valerie’s heightened moan from the sensations of one of Atlee’s tentacles sliding just barely between the lips of her pussy is cut off when Atlee kisses her again, harder and hungrier. The appendage already feels quite slick, but Atlee has no problem using it precisely to tease Val’s clit as she pins her down, little, eager noises escaping in muffled tones from between their lips. Atlee carefully squeezes one of Valerie’s admittedly-larger tits slightly as her fingers trace its peak, tips pressing the smallest bit together at one of her nipples. The new Kappa writhes in helpless surrender to her, hands gripping at Atlee’s shoulders from behind and hips moving furiously for more as Atlee very purposely keeps her attention on Valerie’s pussy agonizingly gentle.

As the two girls make out furiously while Valerie’s hands slide up and soak in the feeling of both of Atlee’s gorgeous, pert breasts, another tendrils slides from Atlee’s mouth and into Valerie’s. It’s soft, tasting like almost nothing, but just a bit sweet. The flexibility of it means they don’t even need to slow down, even when the cock-headed tentacle dives deep into Valerie’s throat. Something about the way Atlee’s fingers cruelly pinch her nipple, the way the tentacle seated just below her pussy pushes its head up against her vagina, almost, but not quite pushing inside her, and the promise of her lips keeps Val’s normally-sensitive gag reflex from doing much of anything, just taking the green limb exploring her mouth so deep it’s a wonder she can still breathe. And yet.

The tentacle teasing Val’s pussy retreats, a small whine escapes her lips before she feels it return, this time more forceful and not alone. Another briefly teases her asshole, something she’s never had done before, just for a second before both tentacles push inside her. Her eyes roll back as Atlee rises up above her, tentacle from her mouth still buried in Val’s throat. It starts to thrust when the other two do, making Valerie’s back arch and muscles tense as more green, vine-like tendrils wrap around her breasts and squeeze, just hard enough to hurt. The experience is almost torturous as Atlee starts to screw her vigorously, but to be honest, she isn’t even vaguely considering trying to stop it. More than the shots of pain, more than the mild fear at being completely helpless in front of this inhuman, resplendent woman, the most torturous thing to Val is how effectively Atlee’s building up the overwhelming sensations running through her. Everything else numbs before that, her mind laser-focused on being worked over savagely until she can find release.

The tentacles piston alternatingly between her cunt and ass, speeding up to fuck Valerie hard and rough. Her glasses fall entirely off as her body squirms and writhes, bouncing off the mattress and onto the floor as she lets out pleas and moans for Atlee to take her harder, faster, control her, own her. The tentacle in her mouth fucks her face harder as well, pace outright vicious for such an act, and the light mascara Val had applied earlier in the day drips down her face in broken streaks as her eyes water. She feels her body clench desperately each time one of Atlee’s many tentacles buries itself inside her, unwilling to let it go even if she has no say in the matter. She feels so full with her president inside her, willing her to take and consume her with every rapacious thrust. For her part, Atlee breathes harder, clearly audible despite the occupation of her mouth, eyes rolling back as green fills the whites of them. Her thighs are slick with her wetness, the feeling of fucking Valerie easily transmitted by her more monstrous limbs ramming the purple-haired, curvy beauty.

Val starts to panic as she feels the tentacles begin to pulse, promising their climax soon. Atlee calms her with two simultaneous, deliciously painful twists of her nipples, promising she’s the farthest thing from forgot about her. A small tentacle slips over the one pounding into Val’s pussy, quickly locating her clit and using its unusually-shaped head to engulf it. Val’s eyes roll back with a sharp squeal, unmistakable even through the object screwing her mouth so hard drool runs down her left cheek. The suction from it is a wet, thrumming vibration that tingles throughout her whole body as she realizes orgasm isn’t half as far away as she thought, pushing her chest up and hips down in a submissive offering to Atlee’s talents. She would do anything right now, anything in the entire world just to cum, to feel this break inside her and take in the ecstatic release this sexy sorority debutante is telling every inch of her body stories off.

When it comes, Valerie is still unprepared. She twists and squirms, trying to find purchase, relief coming when more tentacles bind her wrists and ankles, pulling them taught. She strains against them, not IN resistance, but FOR resistance as her body positively lets loose with the earth-shattering orgasm that rips through her. She moans and screams into the tentacle plunging down her throat, eyes closed and rolled back even behind her eyelids, her cunt bursting with a waterfall of pleasure as her ass and pussy greedily clench and beg at the tentacles violating them to give her their seed, to prove she’s been good and deserves the mind-wrenching climax that’s guiding her every smallest movement and sound.

Atlee’s eyes close as well as she feels her lover pleading to her to cum with her, begging to feel what a creature like her does when she’s satisfied. The abject conquest of Valerie is exactly what she was looking for, and with a triumphant moan and a flood of liquid squirting from her pussy, Valerie’s tentacles twitch, swell, then bury themselves uniformly inside the sexy freshman as they spurt her cum into her relentlessly. The fluid is hot and sticky like a man’s, but tinged green like everything else about Atlee’s new, inhuman form, and far more than a human could produce. Still, even as what must be quarts of thick, warm jizz fill Valerie’s every hungry, accepting hole while she pants and screams, riding out another intense orgasm below Atlee, none of it leaks out, flooding every inch of Valerie’s system. As her second orgasm peaks, her eyes snap open, green filling them as she and Atlee black out together.

Moments later, Atlee’s tentacles pull back from Valerie’s exhausted, sweaty, and flush body. They retreat all the way back inside Atlee, her human disguise complete as the emerald color washes out of her eyes with a shake of her head to refocus on being back in the world. She feels a rush of pride as Valerie stands, her mind intertwined with the now dozen or so others in Atlee’s perfection unity. Part of her screams and begs to be let out, feeling locked out of her own body as the collective decides her actions to get dressed and go return to an appropriately Kappa activity, but it’s powerless against the din of voices that fill the space, Atlee’s clear and loud above all of them whenever a command is issued from on high. Yes, the girls are a collective, but as Atlee watches Val leave with a satisfied smirk, one she can guide to what she just knows is the right decision.

“We need to talk!” Jessica says, storming into her room. Despite her resistance to Atlee’s new style of leadership, Atlee simply nods and suggests she close the door. Jessica doesn’t move from her spot in front of it, but does so, staring at Atlee’s naked form as she unashamedly stretches herself out to help recover from the impassioned fucking just moments ago. “What the hell are you giving these girls?” Jessica snaps, clearly concerned about the … improved behavior of so many sister. Atlee smiles invitingly as she begins to explain.