SSSD Halloween Epilogue Ch5

CCL initiations have softened quite a bit over the years, and in fairness to all the perverts out there, sometimes they really were porn fantasies. In the eighties, it wasn’t unusual for pledges to have to sexually service the sisters to get in. In the nineties, girls had to masturbate naked in front of everyone. Then they got Diagra the Sybian to help with that, and girls had to compete to last the longest or be the quietest. Then it was just that they could keep their clothes on and had to ride Diagra in front of everyone. Now the initiation itself is all practical and the Diagra stuff is just for fun; girls who ride for an audience get their dues waived for a month because it’s great for parties.

There aren’t any new pledges here tonight; it’s just an exhibitionist and her girlfriend.

Alison and Ro are on the sofa closest to Diagra. Alison is pretty drunk while Ro is taking it easy because she has to drive. There’s only so easy, however, that she can take it under the circumstances. They are packed onto the couch, squeezed together because they’re sharing it with a couple who are insanely wasted and starting to get frisky. The softer, thicker of the two leans back and pours rum between her breasts and her smaller partner eagerly dives in.

Meanwhile, Ro is almost grateful that she can’t clearly see the naked girl on the Sybian, who tearfully shakes her way through orgasm after orgasm. The girlfriend is in the way; she’s standing, tilting her partner’s face up so she can lean down and kiss her. Ro mainly has a view of the girlfriend’s ruffled skirt, which is far too short to cover anything. So, it’s really just her panties. That wouldn’t be a big deal except they’re too small, stretched tight, and increasingly wet.

Ro feels like she’s going to melt while Alison chatters away obliviously with all the girls who stop by to see her. Ro can see why CCL parties are popular, but… between the happy couple smooshing her from the right, the live show in front of her that is a little too intense, and staring around at all these socially competent people socializing like it’s nothing while Ro finds it incredibly difficult is not the most fun she’s ever had. The situation is laser-targeted to her feelings of inadequacy, but it still beats getting chased by monsters in Antarctica. Alison didn’t pressure her to come. Ro had been curious, and now she’s seen it for herself.

“You good?” Alison asks, bumping her with her shoulder. This causes Ro’s shoulders to bump the hindquarters of the girl beside her, which draws a giggle from her partner.

“Yeah,” Ro replies.

Alison leans close. She’s not even trying to be weird about it, but her boozy breath and the smell of her still hits. Ro wishes that she wasn’t like this.

“Need to get out of here?”

Ro hesitates. She appreciates that Alison is not completely oblivious, but she feels bad.

“It’s fine. Nothing’s trying to eat us. It really is OK,” she tries to say, but Alison looks skeptical.

Alison pats Ro’s leg. “We can go. Want to see the dungeon first?”

Ro stiffens. “I mean, is that allowed?”

Alison shrugs and takes her hand, pulling her away from the chaos. The temperature lowers considerably once they get away from the people. That’s a relief. Fanning her face with her free hand, Ro allows herself to be led down a narrow staircase and through a wine cellar in **** need of a restock to a fancy door.

“New door,” Alison murmurs, pulling it open.

“Oh. Gosh.” This room is infamous, but it’s interesting to see that it’s all real. Paneled in red, the dungeon houses a variety of bondage stuff from furniture to toys to costumes. It’s all beautifully arranged. The smell of serious cleaning products makes it slightly less sexy, but Ro understands.

“They haven’t changed anything,” Alison muses, stepping forward. She runs her hand along a black, padded bench with restraints that put one in a doggy position. There’s even a stack of pillows and wedges in the corner.

“Did you, uh, come down here a lot?” Ro asks uncomfortably.

Alison pauses, then shakes her head. “Uh… not a lot. They, uh, punished…” She makes quotes with her fingers. “A girl for fucking up once. I mean, they all had fun with it, but a bunch of us came down and watched. They hooked her up to those.” She points at the manacles dangling from the ceiling. “And whipped the shit out of her ass. They were pissed at her, but it just got her laid because there was this really sweet girl who like… saw her chance to take care of her when she couldn’t sit down and stuff, and kind of swooped in. Her name was Kinsley. I didn’t see her upstairs. She acted shy like you, but she moved right in there.” Alison gestures with her hand. “Nice.”

“You never used it?”

Alison returns to Ro. It’s quiet down here and it’s just the two of them. Kind of awkward. Alison’s blushing a little.

“Once,” she admits. “Her name was or… is. It’s not like she’s dead. Nina. She’s tall. Throws javelin.” Alison holds a hand up. “I liked her, but I was a freshman and I’d just gotten here, and she was leaving to take a job in like Germany. But she brought me down here once. Didn’t give me any warning or anything to put on cute underwear or something.” Alison nods toward the St. Andrew’s Cross.

“Tall girls, huh,” Ro says nervously.

“Right.” Alison licks her lips. She has **** but to remember, and the memories are crystal clear. Those dumb hip hugger panties she’d had on, and the Buddy by the Sea tee that Nina had pushed up over her breasts so she could such them. She’d just tucked a little vibe into Alison’s panties and then wedged her leg in there to hold it against her while she hugged and sucked her boobs…

“Um…” Ro says, and that wakes Alison up. They’re both blushing hard. She shakes her head and sighs. Ridiculous. She can’t get caught up in the moment like this anymore. Signe’s waiting for her. They’re getting married. “Sorry. Drinks. Nostalgia. You know how it is.”

“Sure,” Ro says, looking relieved. It’s pretty cute.

One of them has to blink or look away. Alison bops Ro on the shoulder with her green-gloved hand.

“Come on. I’m not a monster. We don’t have to **** the introvert and stay all night. It’s cool though, right?”

“Yeah,” Ro says gratefully, following her out of the dungeon.