The next week

You spend the next week walking on eggs. You hate to admit it, but Natalie has really frightened you. She's already shown a portion of her power, and you can't help but wonder what else she's capable of. She's obviously having sex with the dean, or at least seducing him.

Fortunately, you've managed to get your classes reinstated, though they're not all the same ones - most notably, you no longer have your English Lit class with Julie. You've also noticed a change in the way that the girls around campus look at you, and you suspect that someone is spreading some nasty rumors. For a while, you ponder the idea of changing schools, but you worked hard to get into this one and besides, you get the idea that the Alpha Chi's influence doesn't end at this university. They are, after all, a nationwide chapter.

It's exactly one week after your initial date with Julie when they make their move, and it's a fairly swift one.

There's a pain in your head and a bright light in your eyes as you regain conciousness. You try to remember what happened, but the last thing you can recall is walking back to your dorm from the library. Obviously someone hit you from behind.

"Does it hurt?" asks a familiar voice.

"Yeah, it hurts," you reply. "Natalie, right?"

"That will do for now. In time, it will be Mistress Natalie."

You roll your eyes. "Ah, so this is your game, is it? I redeem myself by becoming your ****. Very cliche, Mistress."

Natalie steps in front of the light and smacks you across the face. "You think this is a game?" she seethes. "You think you can insult us and call us whores, and all will be forgiven if you bend over and take a few spankings? Forget it, it's not like that. You are here to learn a few hard lessons, and at the end you'll need to make what may be the most important choice of your life. Lights!"

The bright light in your face extinguishes, and as the purple blobs in your vision fade you see that you're sitting in what is probably the basement of Alpha Chi's house, surrounded by what looks like the entire sisterhood and then some. There are at least a hundred girls watching you, and they look grim. You try to stand up, and notice for the first time that you're shackled by the wrists and ankles to the chair.

"Now," Natalie says, "let me explain a few things to you.

"First, don't think that we're barbarians. We intend to give you every chance at redemption, and failing that, you'll still be able to live a normal life. I want you to understand that we're not upset because you said no. We just don't like the way you did it. You insulted us. You hurt one of our sisters very badly. The fact that she's willing to entertain the idea of forgiving you says a lot for hr character.

"Second, you should be aware that you're not really getting a second chance here. No matter how this all turns out, you'll never be able to enjoy the status that we would have given you before. You have shown that you are simply not of the character we want in our boys."

A murmur of approval runs through the crowd.

"Let me show you the consequences if you screw up again."

The chair you're in swivels around, and you face a large screen TV. Natalie steps up beside it holding a DVD remote.

"This is Ted," she says, clicking up a picture on the TV. "Ted thought it might be fun to boast about his sexual prowess with Alpha Pi." She clicks again, showing a mug shot of the same face. "Soon after, the DEA found a veritable cocaine warehouse in his dorm room. He's doing twenty years for posession with intent to sell.

"This is Frank," Natalie continues. "Frank was a special case. He got too rough with one of our sisters one night. Now, he's in a maximum security lockup, where he gets to be the bitch for his fellow inmates. Of course, this is an **** case, so you won't have to worry about it. Maybe. Things don't always proceed according to our plans.

"Now, let me log into the school network... ah, here we go. This is your account. Notice all the new image files that have been uploaded? Right now, they're fairly harmless pictures, just various hunky men sucking each other off. Nothing that would get you kicked out of school, but it could certainly place you on probation and ruin your reputation for good - not that we haven't already given it quite a beating. Trust me, you're unlikely to ever get a date in this school again.

"But just suppose we were to replace these images with, oh I don't know, child pornography? And then we could send an anonymous tip to local law enforcement..."

You stare at her incredulously.

"And that's just the tip of the iceberg," she continues. "We've already tapped into the three major credit reporting industries, where we stand by to destroy your credit rating completely. Right now, John Doe has an empty FBI file, but we can fill it. We have friends in the armed forces who would be pleased as punch to pack yuo in a shipping crate and send you to downtown Baghdad. We can -"

"Oh, come off it," you say. "You're a goddamn sorority house, not the CIA. Get off your high horse."

Natalie shakes her head. "You still don't get it, do you? Alpha Pi has been around for decades. We have houses all over the country. We have former House Studs who have grown into powerful men with every reason to do us favors. We just happen to have people in high places with the CIA, for your information. Face it, Doe, your life is in our hands."

You slump in the chair. "What do you want from me?"

"Excuse me?" Natalie smirks.

You sigh. "What do you want from me, Mistress Natalie?"

"You have a choice. You can submit to us, become our willing and obedient **** for the next year, whereupon we will re-evaluate your case. Or, you can walk out of here and simply go on with your life."

She leans over you. "But consider this: you will be a marked man. Your name stays in our file as an enemy of the house. You will find opportunities closed for you; you will never get a lucky break. And you will never know if the next person you piss off will have connections with us, whereupon you'll suffer all the more."