Put them through the ringer!

“Follow me, everyone, well, as many of you as can.” They left the large common room of the sorority house and filtered down some steps, and through a door into a fairly open-plan basement. The four nude pledges followed after Bethany and Heather, and behind them came the sisters and brothers. Lauren, walking at the end of the pack, occasionally felt a pinch or a slap, but when she turned her cream-colored face to see who was behind her, there was the press of a large group of followers, and little she could do about it.

“We had to have this place remodeled recently, and that means you all have a nice clear view,” Bethany explained. Heather, lipstick?” Heather handed her a tube of lipstick. “OK pledges. This is how this game is played. You are all nude now, except for Agneta’s panties…she gets to keep them, she was the winner after all. Each of you will take a turn sitting on the washing machine. We’ll set it to the spin cycle. Anything that jiggles too much, we’re going to circle in red.”

The crowd cheered. Agneta started. Her body was firm, and Bethany didn’t leave a mark. She was followed by Scarlet. Bethany circled her breasts, then congratulated her on her implants. Lauren was dreading her turn, but watching the other girls, she felt like she might be getting turned on. She couldn’t let anyone see. Jane was up now. Bethany made some small circles at the edges of Janes’s stomach, and on her inner thighs. Lauren was watching her, mesmerized. She could feel the moisture between her legs as a small stream slid down one of her thighs. She had to hide her feelings!

But then, it was her turn. The feeling of excitement in her pussy, the dizziness and nausea of the liquor in her, the embarrassment she had been feeling, the sickly sweet smell of the cream on her face as her body heat turned it, it was all too much. But Bethany demanded it, and some of the sisters lifted her onto the washing machine. Lauren’s belly notably jiggled, and her tiny breasts notably didn’t. Bethany made copious marks on her belly, her little love handles, and her jiggly thighs, but seemed unsatisfied stopping there. Again, everyone was pointing and laughing, but she was soon panting. Bethany’s face got serious, “I think the little slut is enjoying this.” Indeed, she had been so turned on watching Jane’s turn on the washer, that the movement of the machine under her now was making her cum. She let out a massive moan, as her juices exploded all over the washer. “Ugh,” said Bethany, “Take it easy there, I have to wash my clothes in that…” Turning to the crowd, she said “I think Lauren here is enjoying this game a little too much. She might have to play by her own set of rules. Turn her around! But watch the snail trails…eeew...and Heather, come here.” Bethany whispered in Heather’s ears as the sorority sisters and more than one fraternity brother turned her around.

Lauren was now on her hands and knees on the washer, her backside facing the crowd. With the press of a button, her chubby ass starting jiggling, and the laughing commenced. Lauren’s eyes started to tear up, the rivulets washing small streaks through the cream on her face, through her makeup, revealing the freckles underneath. For now, no one could see that, as she was facing the wall.

Bethany approached the jiggling behind with the lipstick, playing at trying to frantically color in Lauren’s whole backside, before “losing” the tube of lipstick by getting it loosely lodged in Lauren’s orifice. “There isn’t enough lipstick in the world to circle what I need to circle,” Bethany said, enjoying the cheers from the crowd. “Oh, thanks Heather, that was thoughtful for you to bring that,” she said to her recently-returned friend. “Have you ever played paintball? Rough sport, leaves you with nasty bruises. I used to have to play with my brothers back home. I even have my own gun. This,” she said, aiming at Lauren’s backside and taking a shot, “might be a more efficient way of coloring what’s jiggling on Lauren here.” Lauren squealed as the paintball smashed into her left ass cheek, leaving a big splatter of red paint. Bethany smiled, and shot the other cheek. After about five shots, she was satisfied. “We’ll have the pledges clean up the mess later,” she laughed.

Lauren’s knees and arms were giving out, and it looked like she might fall off the washer, so Bethany ordered Heather and the other sisters to help her down. Lauren was drunk, and jiggled around far too much by the washer, and her stomach was at breaking point. Bethany didn’t know this when she brought her face right up to Lauren’s and said, “I’m not done with you yet, you man-stealing little bitch!” Lauren replied by throwing up a small bit in Bethany’s face, although gravity caused somewhat more of it to end up on her dress and in her cleavage. “Ahhh! My outfit! You’re so going to pay.”

As Bethany stormed off, the gathered brothers and sisters continued to laugh at Lauren. “Wow, I bet she won’t be sitting on that jiggly ass for some time,” said one sister. “Look at her face, it’s a mess…and are those freckles?” a male voice said.

The other pledges looked on and counted their lucky stars that their hazing didn’t go as badly as Lauren’s. And no doubt Bethany would be all the harsher now.

A few minutes later, Bethany returned with two sisters following her carrying a trunk. “OK, it’s time for our third activity of the night, and this might be the best.”