Sigma Lambda Tau: Sink or Swim

CW: Nonconsent, impregnation

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Chaya sighed. Theoretically, she was supposed to be giving her two Sigma Lambda Tau pledges a pep talk before their final challenge. It was traditional - the last challenges weren't easy, and while plenty of pledges succeeded, plenty more ended up failing out and possibly having a baby. A few inspiring words could make the difference between triumph and unwanted creampie, and as a sister she ought to be the one delivering those words.

And yet, when she'd stepped into the green room to give them the talk - they could be great sisters if they could set their past rivalries aside, they were both pretty and clever and certainly capable, and boys were easy so they could surely manage the challenge - they'd been fighting. Emily had been telling Jessica her standards were too low to be a Sigma, and Jessica had called Emily a prude, which was a fighting word in the Sigma house. Chaya hadn't been able to get a word in edgewise, so she'd stepped out instead.

She felt stupid. She was a Sigma, after all. She'd jerked off three boys at once while blowing a fourth to get in, so two girls should be easy. She looked up at a plaque above the hallway entrance, emblazoned with the Sigma motto of "Fuck, fight, win," and wondered what she was doing wrong.

"How's it going, bitch?" Brittany asked.

Chaya looked up to see their chapter's leader grinning at her, her hair immaculate and her smile warm. On her lips, 'bitch' sounded like a perfectly normal term of endearment, which reminded Chaya of how differently Jessica and Emily had been using it.

"Terribly," Chaya said.

"It's not that bad, is it?" Brittany asked.

Before Chaya could answer, a thrown object slammed into the door behind her, and the raised voices of the two girls cut through the door and rose above the distant sound of the party below. Chaya couldn't make out the words, but the tone was clear.

"Oh," Brittany said. "I was hoping they were going to grow out of that."

Chaya blushed. She'd done everything she could to get the two girls on better terms. She'd brought them to parties together, and taken them on a hike, and played drinking games. She'd even made them wear a 'get-along shirt,' which was a 6X-sized Sigma t-shirt that they both had to wear together, with nothing else on. If they'd had an ounce of lesbianism or even a bit of mutual embarrassment it might have brought them closer, but they'd come out of it as friendly as two cats in a wet sack.

"Well, that's okay," Brittany said. "They have one more chance. Their challenge is synchronized pole dancing, okay?"

"Okay," Chaya said. "I can run that."

"You'll do great," Brittany said. "I believe in you."

Great, Chaya thought as Brittany walked away. That makes one of us.

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When Chaya opened the door a few minutes later, Jessica and Emily had at least stopped shouting and throwing things. They'd changed into the swimsuits that Brittany had requested, and they stood on opposite sides of the bed, giving each other and Chaya a skeptical look.

They could hardly be more different. Jessica was almost six feet tall, and her body was somewhere in the gray area between muscular and slender. She wore the practical one-piece swimsuit she used on the swim team, which highlighted her muscles and her modest curves both. Her blonde hair was tied up in a ponytail, her skin was pale, and her blue eyes were piercing. She reminded Chaya a bit of a porcelain doll, except that if you dropped her you'd break the floor and not her.

Emily was almost everything that Jessica wasn't. She barely came up past Jessica's neck, and she had curves but few of them were muscle. She had short black hair, olive skin, and killer eyeshadow game. Her swimsuit was a dark red bikini. She was one cigarette holder and one murderous plot short of being a femme fatale, and the way she looked at Jessica suggested that the murderous plot might not be far off.

"Are you ready?" Chaya asked.

"Ready to get in, and ready to watch this bitch fail," Jessica said.

"As if," Emily laughed. "Enjoy that swimsuit while you can, because they're gonna make you too big to fit in it."

"Listen," Chaya said, cutting in before they descended into more insults. "I'm not just asking if you're ready for the challenge. I'm asking if you're ready to be sisters together. Because if you both get in you'll have to back each other up." She sighed, thinking about her own pledge process. "I didn't always get along with the other girls I pledged with, but now I have to be ride-or-die with them."

"She won't get in," Jessica said, "so it's fine."

"Taking any dick you see doesn't make you good at them," Emily replied.

"You'd better hope that you're both up to it," Chaya said. "Some Sigma challenges are team-based. You might have one where you have to work together, and then if you can't put this behind you, you're literally and metaphorically fucked."

"What are the odds that we get one of those challenges?" Emily asked.

"One out of one," Chaya said. Technically she wasn't supposed to give them clues about their challenge, but they were only two minutes away from finding out, so it couldn't be that bad. "You are going to have one of those challenges."

They paused their arguing to look at each other. For the first time that Chaya could remember, their animosity was tempered by an honest assessment of each other's capabilities, along with a bit of fear. And, for the first time, Chaya felt a bit of hope that they could do better, and that Brittany would see that she was capable.

"So, are you ready?" Chaya asked again.

Emily narrowed her eyes. "I can do it if you can."

Jessica raised her eyebrows. "We'll see, won't we?"

Chaya nodded. "Okay. Come on."

--

"Alright," Chaya said, standing in front of the crowd. "Who wants to see a bit of pole dancing?"

The crowd gave her a round of lusty cheers. Chaya remembered how it had felt when she'd faced a similar crowd, knowing they would have eagerly watched her whether she got inducted or inseminated, and felt her heart race.

She walked to the center of the room, where a stripper pole had been ringed by a circle of chairs. Attached to the pole was a strange device, one that not even the audience members familiar with bondage had seen before. It looked like a pair of thick leather gloves buckled together in a handshake. Both gloves sat atop a horizontal bar, joining them to the pole and to each other.

"Tonight's pole dancing is team pole dancing, though," she said. "Jessica and Emily are going to have their hands tied together in here, and they'll both be tied to the pole. Jessica can't stand up unless Emily stands up too, and Emily can't turn unless Jessica goes with her. Got it?"

The last comment was directed at the two pledges, as much as the crowd, but the crowd murmured in acknowledgement first. Jessica and Emily narrowed their eyes, wondering where the catch was.

"They're gonna have a very attentive audience, too," Chaya said. "There will be a guy in each of these six chairs. If a pledge sits on a guy's lap, he can fuck her. They can switch guys, but they have to do it together, and they can't take too long. If they get the guys off without getting creampied, they're sisters of Sigma Lambda Tau."

The two girls looked like they were controlling their nerves well. Emily was looking at the chairs, judging how much space they had, and Jessica was looking at the binding. Chaya unfastened it and carried it to the two girls, turning so that the crowd could see.

"Your left hands go in," Chaya said. "That leaves your right hands free for other activities."

The crowd chuckled. The girls both nodded, which Chaya took as a good sign; if they hadn't thought of giving a handjob to the guy on their right, Chaya would have really worried.

"You should strip before you put this on, though," Chaya said.

There were a few cheers from the crowd - some cheerful, some supportive, some just lecherous. Jessica went first, unzipping her black swimsuit and sliding it down before she kicked it off. Her breasts were small with light pink nipples, and they fit her lean muscular frame perfectly. She'd shaved every bit of hair south of her neck, either to make swimming easier or to make it easier for guys to dive in. She looked equally capable of fucking someone or fucking someone up.

Emily went a bit slower. She peeled her top off and gave the audience a sultry glance before she let it fall to the floor, earning a couple of cheers as her perky boobs came into view. She turned to the side to slide her bottoms down, giving most of the audience only a profile view of her bare thighs and the curve of her ass. Judging by the sounds of the crowd, though, a profile view was plenty. She stood, looking like a Roman empress awaiting a servant to guide her into the bath.

There was space for both of them, Chaya knew. They each had an idea of what a perfect Sigma should look like, but the world of sluttiness was big enough to accommodate seductive sluts, and muscular sluts, and cheerful sluts. As long as you were calling the shots, there wasn't a wrong way to do it. She bit her lip, which didn't stop her heart from racing, and hoped that Jessica and Emily would be able to see it too.

She watched as they each slid their left arm into the binding, then tightened the straps to keep them in place. Then, leading them into the circle of chairs, she attached the binding to the stripper pole. It was a little lopsided, but there was just enough play so that Jessica and Emily could both move as long as they did it together.

"Alright," Chaya said, stepping out of the circle. "Let's bring the boys in."

Chaya glanced at the wall behind her, where Brittany stood watching. Chaya didn't know how long she'd been standing there, silently watching, and her heart raced even though she was certain she'd handled everything right so far. Brittany smiled enigmatically and opened the door.

One by one six guys stepped into the room and walked to their designated chair. Each one wore a silk half-mask that concealed their identity and nothing else. They were a good variety - physiques ranging from slender to muscular, and colors ranging from pale to ebony, and a tasteful buffet of cocks. Jessica and Emily shared a glance as the guys took their seats in the circle, their knees hemming the girls in, and Chaya could see apprehension and determination, aggression and hope.

Chaya turned to the crowd. "You all know the Sigma motto, right?" she asked.

"Fuck, fight, win!" they shouted back.

"Alright," Chaya said. "Get to it."

The girls took a moment to assess the possibilities. The guys were all ready for them - stiff or stiffening rapidly, and fidgeting as they hoped to be picked. A tall, lean Black man playfully patted his lap, and Emily gave him a withering raised eyebrow. Jessica, meanwhile, saw a muscular guy with red hair to Emily's left stroking himself to his full, and smiled at him.

"Spin two to the right?" Jessica asked.

"Sure," Emily said.

They turned together, rotating around the pole until Jessica was positioned in front of the guy she'd picked out. Slowly, they lowered themselves down. The guy behind Jessica groaned as he pressed his now-hard cock against her lips and slid slowly inside, and she hummed in response as she felt her body open for him.

Emily, meanwhile, had settled into the lap of a lean white guy with several tattoos on his chest and arms. When he'd pressed against her cleft, he'd found that she wasn't yet wet enough to let him in, and so he'd pulled her onto his lap with his cock jutting up in front of her instead. He reached down and caressed her, his fingers slowly stirring her body to response.

"You know you're supposed to be fucking him, right?" Jessica gasped. She was rising and falling as much as the binding would allow, the guy's cock vanishing into her depths as he held her hips and pumped gently against her.

"Bitchiness doesn't get me wet," Emily replied.

Jessica looked like she was considering a reply, then shrugged. It was a step in the right direction, Chaya thought. There were a lot of steps left, but still.

Emily stroked the guy beneath her, reciprocating his attention as much as she could without bumping his wrist. She could feel his eagerness in his cock and his fingers, and his desire was deliciously exciting.

Jessica, meanwhile, was experimenting with multitasking. She rose and fell on the guy beneath her, his cock filling her up beautifully, and while she did she reached her right hand out. The guy to her right obligingly scooted closer so that she could grab his shaft and gently stroke him with each rise and fall of her hips. He was cute, Chaya noted - olive-skinned with curly black hair that stuck out beneath the half-mask. He looked torn - he was clearly enjoying her touch but it was agonizing not to be able to get any more.

"Up for a moment," Emily said. "So I can take him."

"Alright," Jessica said. She lifted herself up, and both guys let go for a moment. The tattooed guy beneath Emily moaned as he sunk into her now-wet pussy. Jessica frowned, torn between excitement and worry, but Emily seemed unconcerned. The guy slowly settled into a rhythm, pulling himself up to meet Emily's hips, and Jessica couldn't help but mirror their pace - the binding made her motions awkward if she tried to go faster.

The Black guy to Emily's right reached over to caress her breast as she rose and fell. She gave him a skeptical look. "You've got some Roman hands, there."

"Is that alright?" he asked with a shit-eating grin.

Chaya grinned; you could get boys to follow the rules but you couldn't stop them from being cheeky. Besides, Roman seemed to be a good nickname for him, as he invaded Emily's northern provinces.

"So impatient," Emily sighed. She considered it for a moment, weighing his cheekiness against the lesser risk, then set a languid hand on Roman's stiff cock. He groaned at her touch and at her pace, and she gave him a stern look that would have been the envy of any librarian.

Chaya took a deep breath and let it out slowly. This might still work out, she told herself. Jessica and Emily's constant sniping had been frustrating, but if they won and Chaya succeeded it'd be worth it. She wouldn't have to doubt her place here, or at the very least she'd do it less, and Brittany would know her trust hadn't been wildly misplaced.

"We should probably rotate a bit," Emily said. "So we keep everyone going."

"Sure," Jessica said. "Just a minute."

Her pace had crept up, until she was moving faster than Emily usually preferred. Emily could feel Jessica's pulse racing and feel her heat through the apparatus that still held their hands together. It was lovely, watching the guy pull her close as she bounced on his lap, but it was a risk all the same.

"Eyes on the prize," Emily said.

"Yeah, fine," Jessica said, glaring for a moment before letting it slide. She gave the guy behind her a conciliatory pat, then rose up, matching Emily's gaze so they could move in sync.

"Go left one," Emily said.

Roman sighed. "You're gonna do me like that?"

"I'll do you however I like," Emily said with a wry grin. She and Jessica nodded at each other, then settled onto two previously untouched guys.

Jessica's new partner groaned expressively as she slid his cock inside her. She grinned over her shoulder at him as she sat on his lap, his cock as deep as he could reach. He reached up to grab her, putting one hand on her hip and the other on one of her perky little tits.

Emily's guy kept silent. He was big enough to make Emily gasp a little bit as he slid home, but only his stiffness and the hands he placed on Emily's generous bosom betrayed his excitement. Jessica started to rise and fall, and Emily had little choice but to match her pace. She narrowed her eyes as she focused her attention on the guy behind her, her every sense alert for signs of an impending explosion.

"Oh, fuck," Jessica groaned, setting a quick pace that Emily had no choice but to match. "We should stay here for a minute."

"Is he close?" Emily asked.

"Maybe," Jessica said. "But I definitely am."

Emily bit her lip. The guy behind her was slowly circling her nipples with his fingers, and the softness of his caress was a beautiful contrast to the hardness of his thrusts. If she wasn't shackled to Jessica, she could take it slower.

"We just started a minute ago," Emily grunted.

"I know," Jessica moaned. "Easy girls have more fun."

Jessica's guy groaned, moving both hands down to her hips, and Jessica looked at him over her shoulder. Chaya felt her own blood racing as she watched Jessica arch her back and grin.

"Besides, he feels so good," Jessica moaned. "His big cock is gonna make me cum."

"Don't patronize him," Emily sighed.

Jessica gave an ever-so-slightly theatrical moan. "Do you want me to patronize you?" she asked the guy.

"Yes," he groaned.

"You want me to talk down to you while you fuck my tight pussy?"

"Yes!"

Emily rolled her eyes, sparing a glance behind her as she did so. Chaya bit her lip, hoping that Emily would get distracted by an orgasm of her own. They could be competitive without failing, after all.

Emily seemed to agree, at least for the moment. She closed her eyes, and focused on her rise and fall. The guy beneath her held her hips and pulled her in, trying to slow the quick rhythm that Jessica was setting. Emily's pleasure wasn't rising as fast as Jessica's, but it was beautiful all the same. Sweat ran down her chest and glistened in the light, her breasts bounced enticingly, and she scrunched her face like someone on the hunt for just the right motion.

Jessica's pace rose too fast for Emily or her partner, though. Jessica started moaning, at first occasionally but soon with every movement of her hips. She moved faster and faster, and because of the binding Emily couldn't help but keep pace even though it was too frenetic a pace for her.

"Slow down, dammit," Emily growled.

"I'm too close for that," Jessica replied. "I told you, I'm gonna cum."

"Stay focused on the prize-"

"There's more than one prize," Jessica gasped. "And I'm going to get them all."

Chaya wondered, briefly, if Jessica's pursuit of an orgasm would get her so distracted that she'd lose. If she was already ignoring Emily's warnings, she might not listen if Emily shouted that her guy was about to cum. Jessica had seemed very driven so far, but Chaya couldn't tell for a moment what she'd be driven to do.

"Yes," Jessica moaned, arching her back as she drove herself down. Her guy groaned along with her, his audience forgotten as Jessica rode him higher. She glanced over her shoulder, grabbing his hip as her motions reached a fever pitch. She wasn't losing sight of the risk, even at the height of her pleasure, and that gave Chaya a bit of hope.

The ground grew silent a moment before Jessica climaxed, the partygoers not wanting to miss a sound. Jessica filled the silence with a deep, shameless lust, her moans soaring above the bassline of the wet sounds of her pussy. Her moans fell together into a meandering wail as her pleasure created. She drove her hips slowly and firmly against the guy's, her speed traded in for force. Her legs shook with the release, and the guy stared at the back of her head in awe as he felt her pussy squeezing his cock.

"Oh fuck," he groaned. "Fuck!"

Jessica stood, pulling Emily off of her partner, and smiled over her shoulder at her guy. His cock jutted towards her, still dripping with her wetness, but neither he nor Jessica made any motion to touch it. Jessica only grinned, and after a moment his cock twitched as it launched a blast of his cum onto the small of her back. She hummed triumphantly as he spurted his remaining seed onto her ass and then onto his own lap.