Page 91 of Cruel Legacy

I feel the jab of a needle in my neck and a burning sensation as something is pushed into my veins. “What the fuck did you just give me?”

“Just a little something to make sure you can’t cheat on your test.”

The pledge master’s voice comes again. “All proctors are on hand. You may now commence with the test. Good luck, Pledge.”

The bag is still over my head. I can’t see anything through it, so I use my hearing, trying to gauge how many people are in the room with me.

“Do you know what the chastity vow is, Pledge Thea?”

“Sure do. It’s a pledge’s promise that they’ll be fingering themselves for twelve weeks after pledge season is over.”

“It’s a series of progressively more difficult questions or scenarios used to determine if you’re smart enough, brave enough and pure enough to get yourself free without compromising your vow, and embarrassing your sorority. There are no limits to how far a proctor can go to administer the test.”

Sounds perfect to me. Once the idiot behind me lets go of my arms, I’m putting him and his otherproctorson their asses. I’m working out the sequence of events while he drones on.

“First question.”

I wait for him to say something, but he doesn’t. Instead, I feel someone’s fingers ghosting over my face. They stop against my collarbone. The touch is soft against the silkiness of the bag.

“Second question.”

What I think is the same hand picks up where it left off, continuing south and slowly circling my breasts.

I fake a yawn because it’s obvious thesequestionsare designed to arouse and titillate. They’ve gotta do better than some nipple play to get me horny. With the third question, I hear the soft snip of scissors and my shirt falls open. “That shirt was vintage. Somebody’s gonna buy me a new one.”

I shift, trying to ward off the stiffness in my shoulders. The fourth question is actually a question. “Do you like having your tits played with Thea?”

“Do you?”

Someone squeezes my tit. I tilt my head to say something smart, but a jolt of electricity shoots through me. “What the fuck?” I pant when my body stops seizing.

The person asking the questions says, “Strong of mind, kind of heart, pure of body.”

The next question is a kiss on my bare midriff. I hollow out my belly to get away from the person’s lips. I’m met with another shock. My pants are yanked off, and I’m asked a riddle.

“What has a big top and three circles that never meet?”

My smart ass says a woman’s body, and I’m rewarded with another zap. Turns out the answer was a circus.

They go on and on. Asking questions and zapping me when I get them wrong. Or they pepper my skin with touches that I’m not supposed to react to. Although when I don’t react, I get zapped for that, too. It’s hard to tell what they want from me, other than to torture me, which isn’t working. I laugh after our latest round. My skin burns everywhere from the repeated shocks, but the sting is keeping me focused.

They take a break and I strain my ears, trying to hear what’s happening around me. I can’t make out anything, their voices low and coming from the other side of the room.

The pledge master’s voice announces. “Section one complete. Commence section two.”

Section two? How many sections are there to thistest?

The restraints around my legs are removed. I wiggle my ankle and point my toes, stretching my calves. A hand grabs my ankle and lifts it high. I’ve had my legs elevated and pushed back enough to recognize the lump they’re now resting on is somebody’s shoulders. With the way there spread wide, I’d say it’s two different people spreading me open.

The only thing hiding my vag from them are the panties they didn’t cut off. I was rolling with this little game, but now I’m pissed.

“What kind of stupid ass initiation test is this? Is this how you get your shit off and pass it off as a sorority thing? You can’t get a woman, so you and your buddies pin her down while you push your useless dick in her? Why don’t you tell me who else is here, Paxton? One of the pledges from Rho your boat house or one of the full-fledged members?”

My legs are lowered, and the bag comes off. I smirk as Pax leans forward, glowering at me. “I wouldn’t put my dick in you if it was on fire and your cunt was the only way to extinguish the flames.”

If Pax is here, that means his bosom buddies can’t be too far away. “Then what are we doing this little wrestling hold for?”

I turn my head as much as I can, spotting Finn over against the wall. His eyes are glued to the top of my tits, that they pulled out of my bra. I can’t tip my head back, but odds are good Holden’s the one yanking on my chains. I knew this had to be another combined pledge event. I just don’t know why I’ve got these three here when they’re full members already. Maybe this is another one of their stupid fraternity games.

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