Inventive Karmic

(Fictional story made with fictional characters)

Olive ran down the street tears flowing down her face. How could she have been so stupid to believe… just because her step mom was a legacy? Now here she was a genius inventor crying outside in only her robot-covered underwear.

Why did she let her step mom’s words get to her? She knew she was never going to be the crazy old cat lady. She had already patented several different inventions selling those ideas to several different companies. Still while being an engineering prodigy she was still only entering her first year of college at the age of 18. Her step mom had refused to let her skip a grade at the risk of becoming more of a social outcast. Although Olive had guessed it had more to do with not embarrassing her spoiled stepsister who was four years older than Olive, but not a quarter of the intelligence. Evidenced by how she dropped out of college and now worked as a model/influencer. Although with that being said her step mom was right about some things; Geek, friendless, weirdo, loser, forever virgin, and ugly, all rang through her head.

Those were the words that had cause Olive, for the first time ever in her life, to try and explore some semblance of a social life. A week ago she took the plunge and decided to rush a sorority. Saving money by selling a few minor inventions, she picked out a green dress that was slightly baggy on her small frame and had poofs on the shoulders. While it wasn’t perfect she was so excited when the night came. This being her first time dressing up, she felt pretty and finally like a normal girl. That feeling lasted all of two seconds when she caught a glimpse of the other girls. They were all so much more pretty and dressed in tight outfits that accentuated their womanly curves. She meekly explored the different sorority only getting redder and redder with embarrassment and shame as she saw girls laughing and pointing at her from the corner of her eyes. This continued until she reached the last house Tri Delta. It was by far the biggest house on sorority row and she recognized the letters immediately, as her step mom would never stop talking about her time as the sorority's president. When she walked in, the house was stunning. Covered in marble and rich mahogany with a fountain of three girls wearing the Tri Delta letters in the foyer. The windows looked into the Florida Ocean. All the potential pledges gasped at the beauty of the house which was only second to the stunning women that stood on the balcony. Olive's jaw just dropped in awe as each one looked gorgeous and to be sculpted by the gods or at least a teenage boy’s wet dream.

“Hi welcome to Tri Delta! As you all know we are the most prestigious sorority here on campus and across the country. Only the most elite of the elite get to call themselves Tri Deltas, but who knows you might be the next one,” said a breathtaking blonde with golden tan skin. She looked as if she was pulled directly from a magazine, airbrushed and all. Her incredible bust went down to a slim stomach that flared out to a perfectly toned ass. Giving her the ideal hourglass figure, which was attached to her flawless face.“My name is Madison Winters and I am the Tri Delta’s president. Now let’s have some fun and see which one of you are Tri Delta material?” A roar of applause could be heard from potential pledges and sisters alike.

Olive had never felt so out of place as she stood around these perfect women. She tried to hide in the corner to avoid being seen. That’s when it happened, just like a move, from across the room Olive met the deep blue eyes of the beautiful sorority president. Madison's lips curled in an almost sinister yet beautiful smile as she flashed her blinding white teeth and headed over in Olive’s direction. Olive started to feel her hands become sweaty, as she nervously patting down the green poofs on her dress.

“Hello as you know I’m Madi…”

“Madison! Yes I know, my name is Olivia I mean Oily. I’m sorry Olive,” she said nervously, for once having her mouth move faster than her brain. “You’re umm really pretty.”

“Oh thank you, my dear. I love your dress, you must tell me where you got it,” Madison said with a slight southern draw.

“Oh yes, I got it at Robertson’s. It’s right down the road,” Olive said beaming with pride as she showed off her dress.

“Don’t think I’ve been there, but I must check it out because you look so darling. So what makes you Tri Delta material?”

Olive was taken aback by the questions, “Umm sooo ya I’ve umm.” she stammered, sweat starting to form on her brow as her heart pounded in her chest.

“It’s ok beautiful, take a breath,” Madison said smiling.

Olive took a deep breath in and out before uttering the words she soon would latter regret, “umm well my ah step mom is Regina St. Clare, and she was a former president of this amazing sorority. She always tells me about it, and I think I umm could maybe umm follow her footsteps.”

“A legacy, well right this way,” Madison said leading Olive to the center of the room. “Girls, girls listen up we have a celebrity on our hands. This is Olive the step daughter of former president Regina St. Clare. Now, why don’t you all give her a hand.” Olive gushed with pride at the sound of applause. Lost in her joy she gave a twirl showing off the dress she was now so proud of. It was a dream come true moment.

Unfortunately, in the coming days Olive learned, that since Tri Delta was so exclusive, potential pledges had to go through a Hell Week just to become pledges. And they were not kidding when they said Hell. She was subject to; wearing vibrating panties to class, unknowingly sucking her first cock blindfolded, licking toilets clean, taking laxatives before a test, getting felt up by the officers of the brother fraternity Phi Delta Theta, licking different sister's feet clean after a workout, and many other humiliating things. She considered herself lucky though compared to other potential pledges because according to Tiffany Reed, a toned brunette and already successful fitness model, she got tricked into blowing a dog. Or there was Whitney Harper, a busty blonde and daughter of a Texas senator, who had to fuck a homeless man at the soup kitchen. Although she made it very clear he was white.

As the week went by, even through all the humiliations, Olive persevered. She would do anything the sisters would ask, and started to find a new found confidence and strength that she never knew she had before. On the last day of Hell Week, as Olive was getting ready for the ceremony, Madison pulled her aside, "You look fabulous girl, and I really shouldn't be telling you this but..." she stopped for a brief second and looked around before continuing in a whisper, "Congratulations you've done it, you're an official Tri Delta pledge."

Olive beamed with happiness, as tears welled up in her eyes, She gave Madison a huge hug while thanking her profusely. Just weeks ago she was an antisocial awkward girl with zero confidence and now she was a pledge at one of the most prestigious sorority. Maybe one day she could even become president like Madison or her step mom.

"Now get ready girl and wear that stunning green dress," Madison said with a smile.

Olive was beaming with excitement as she walked out with the other Freshmen girls.

"Here they are, which of them are going to be lucky enough to join Tri Delta," Madison said to the sound of a few snickers in the crowd. "First Olive Moore would you step forward. The step daughter of the legendary Tri Delta Regina St.Clare. Our most obedient I mean girl in years. Turn to the screen Olive we have a surprise to show you."

Olive turned to the giant big screen with excitement. Madison and Phi Delta Theta's president Stan Hudson appeared on the TV, "You got your annual nerd for The Kickoff Haze," Madison asked winking at the camera.

"Yep," Stan said holding up a picture of a chubby kid with brown hair and a boyish face.

“Wolf! Did he eat all the other options," Madison laughed. “Here ours, a true pathetic nerd to the core,” She continued holding up Olive's picture.

Olive's heart sank as she looked around the room at all the sister's satisfying smiles. She didn't even register Stan's insult coming from the TV or the next clip of her licking a toilet. Silent tears ran down her face, while her breath became increasingly harder to find.

“Unfortunately 'step' doesn’t mean true legacy and I'm not letting a little loser like you anywhere near my house," Olive felt Madison's evil words hiss softly in her ear. "Thank you pledges for those hazing stories. Really Tiffany a dog?" In acknowledgment, Tiffany gave an exaggerated curtsy. "Thank you to all the sisters for your wickedly humiliating ideas especially my hazing officer Tori Kingston," An athletic brunette that was captain of the soccer and volleyball team gave a wave. "And my second in command Nikki Hargreaves," a blonde who was the true definition of a spoiled snob just sneered at Olive. "Now you know what to do girls, strip the nerd of her ugly dress and kick her out of our house,” Madison's voice rang out.

Olive's eyes widened in horror as all the girls ascended upon her and tore at her dress.

“Jesus, what garbage material is this made out of?”

“I think we’re doing you a favor. This thing is hideous!”

“Dear god it’s called the sun.”

“Pretty sure this chest is indented. Are we sure this isn’t a ten-year-old boy trying to sneak into our sorority?”

“Is that robots on her panties?”

“Hey, this one on her ass is shooting fire like she’s farting out a flame.”

“What a fucking nerd. Throw her out!”

As Olive heard the insults rain down upon her, she felt the Tri Deltas lift her tiny body into the air, and the next thing she knew she was flying out the door landing face-first in the grass.

“Better learn your place next time before trying to step foot in our house again you worthless loser,”

This was how Olive came to be running down the street crying only wearing her robot-covered underwear.

"Olive wait," a tortured voice sounded. She turned to see an extremely overweight kid with a familiar face tied to a light post. He had been stripped completely naked except for a tube sock covering his dick. As she got closer it appeared he was covered in at least thirty used condoms. Seaman dripped all over his pudgy naked body as his eyes were red from crying.

"How do you know my name," Olive asked.

"You're the other Kickoff Haze. They made me watch the entire video before doing this to me, and some of those sorority girls said your name. Can you please untie me," the boy whimpered as a strand of cum dripped down his nose from a condom placed on his head.

"Of course," Olive said feeling bad for the boy, almost forgetting her own state of undress and humiliation. As she untied the restraints, her blood began to boil and her new found confidence raged inside. "If those assholes and cunts think they can mess with our lives for their own enjoyment, well then they got another thing coming. They messed with the wrong girl," Olive spat.

As the ties fell to the ground the boy gave a giant shake, which was not a flattering sight, to rid himself of any condoms. "Can I help? My name is Fat Fre... sorry I mean just Freddy. of habit you know."

Olive gave Freddy an uncertain look. She was planing on inventing some devastating humiliation to take these elites down, but Freddy just looked like he would get in the way or worse get her caught. "Umm thanks for the offer Freddy, but I don't..."

Sensing her response Freddy jumped in, "I'm very good with technology and have dappled with some light hacking. Imagine if I could hack their phone, computer, security cams? Come on I could help," Freddy begged.

Olive looked into his eyes, and while doubting his abilities said, "I guess we're in this together, you can help."

"Yes!" Freddy said pumping his fist in the air again causing his entire body to juggle. "We could be the Duo of Justice or The Karmic Tandom or the..."

"Let's just get dressed and we can come up with names later," Olive said.

"Those jerks will never know what hit them when they cross paths with The Bully Busters," Freddy said punching his hand in an unsuccessful attempt to look menacing.

Olive just rolled her eyes as the two retreated back to the dorms, 'What have I gotten myself into,' she thought to herself as they ran through the darkness of night.