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London made her way back to her sorority house, dodging from bush to tree to hedge to keep from being seen. By the time she made it back, the grease in her hair was congealing thanks to the brisk night air. She showered until the hot water ran out, but still swore she smelled the disgusting mixture she had just been humiliated in.

Morgan made it back to her house. She felt smug in her triumph but also worried about the incriminating photos that the mystery group had of her and her sisters.

Meanwhile, back at the Karma house the girls sat around and watched a replay of the wrestling match. "God, I'm surprised they both didn't puke," said Laney. "That stuff was foul!"

"Yep," said Ivy. "I think we should lay low for a while. Lull them into a false sense of security. Besides the 'gifts' we ordered for them won't be in a few days.

The week went by without incident. London and Morgan both hoped the worst was behind them, but they still thought of the email they were promised. The two sororities left each other alone, knowing there was incriminating photos out there.

Thursday night came and Morgan and London received their emails at 8 pm.

There is a box on your front step. Get the box. Inside you'll find a small vibrator and an anal plug. They are both remote controlled, but the remotes are not in the box. Put them in tomorrow morning. We will know if they are in, so don't try to get out of it, or the photos go public. Go about your days as normal.

Morgan and London were both in horror. The went to the front porches of their houses and saw the box with her name on it. They took them back to their rooms and opened it. They were both in horror as they looked upon the small vibrator, just big enough to be slid in and barely protrude and the anal plug, the size of a small carrot. They were both defeated.