Initiation Night: Fresh Meat Gets Stretched

In the dimly lit basement of an elite sorority, a new batch of pledges awaits initiation. Their bodies, barely covered in lingerie, tremble with anticipation and nerves. The room is filled with the scent of expensive perfume and the faint musk of young, untouched flesh. The sorority sisters, clad in nothing but black lace and power, circle the pledges like predators. The first girl is chosen, her tiny frame shaking as she's led to the center. She's told to get on her knees, to open her mouth. The room is silent except for the wet sounds of her initiation.

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