Sorority Slaves

You always knew you would join the fraternity... the older brothers were treated as kings on campus, and after graduation you would be showered with connections and job offers. You had heard rumors of the amazing perks bestowed upon members. The prestige. Yes, there were just as many rumors about the unusual methods of initiation. You had heard that the first year was hell. But you figured you could take whatever they threw at you, if it meant 3 subsequent years of glory. When the day finally came, you stood in the living room of the frat house with 9 other pledges. The number had been whittled down by a series of tests and background checks. They were serious. This was the most prestigious, respected, and sought-after fraternity in the country. The ten of you had proven to be superior academically, athletically, and socially. And there you stood...

"Congratulations," said Brannon, the head of the fraternity, "the ten of you have proven to be slightly less useless than the rest of those fucks." He paused. "But you aren't brothers until you prove yourselves even more. You've gotta make it through the end of this year... you've gotta make it through initiation."

The other brothers stood around you, smiling with anticipation of the that would surely follow.

Brannon continued, "now, this year, we're going to do things a little differently. The girls at Kappa made us an offer and we accepted. So, starting immediately, we will be trading five of you into slavery at the sorority house, in exchange for five of their hottest pledges. You will remain there for the rest of the year and if you are able to do whatever those girls tell you to, you will be fully initiated brothers. Now I know that sounds like easy street to you boys, but trust me, those girls are going to the shit out of you, you can be sure of that. Now - who wants to volunteer to be traded to Kappa?"