© March 2005 by Blondie.
This is a work of fiction and is pure fantasy. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination and are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
For ages 18 and older only.
Veronica Longstocking sat nervously before her interviewers, her palms pressed into her lap. She wasn’t quite sure why she was so nervous. After all, it wasn’t like this was a job interview. It was just a little chat to determine if she was “Sigma Kappa material.”
Still, it was only her second week on campus—and coming from a small town, she was still a bit overwhelmed by the big city atmosphere. She hoped entering a sorority would help her make new friends quickly, and help her get comfortable with her new surroundings.
“You seem to have all of the necessary qualities to be a part of our sorority, Veronica,” said Paula, the sorority president, with a knowing smile. “You do realize that you’ll have to pass our initiation test.”
Veronica shifted in her seat. She had heard of some of the initiation rites that sororities put their pledges through. She tried not to imagine anything too mortifying.
“Can you at least tell me what I’ll have to do?” she asked cautiously. “I mean, I won’t have to, um... take my clothes off or anything, right?”
Her cheeks flushed at the very thought. Veronica had a beautiful body and knew it—but she was positively bashful when it came to exposing herself to other people.
“Oh no, sweetie,” Paula replied smoothly, exchanging a sly glance with the other girls. “No one’s forcing you to take your clothes off. Just be here Friday night. Six sharp.”
With that, Veronica was dismissed.
As the door closed behind her, Paula turned to the others, smirking.
“I said she wouldn’t have to take her clothes off,” she said. "But I didn’t say somebody else couldn’t take them off for her, did I?”
The room burst into mischievous laughter as they all looked forward to Friday night’s ceremony.
* * * * *
Veronica arrived at the Sigma Kappa house precisely on time, nerves dancing in her stomach.
“Right this way,” said Paula brightly, leading her to an upstairs bedroom. “You can change into your initiation outfit in here.”
Veronica, expecting to see some type of humiliating getup, was surprised at the sight laid out neatly on the bed.
A sleek, strapless little black dress. Lacy black bra and matching panties. A silky garter belt with sheer black stockings, topped with three inches of lace. And at the foot of the bed, gleaming black patent leather heels—easily four inches high.
“This is what I’m supposed to wear?” she asked, her voice faint.
Paula grinned. “Exactly. Slip it all on and meet us downstairs. Chop-chop.”
Still a little perplexed, Veronica obeyed. When she was done, she eyed herself in the mirror. She looked stunning.
At 5'10" barefoot, she towered in the heels. Her dress came to about mid-thigh, barely covering the lace of her stockings. She had long, slender legs and a lithe physique, with smallish but perky breasts filling out the top of her dress perfectly.
She knew heads would turn, and she was starting to look forward to a night on the town, if that’s what her future sorority sisters had in mind.
But when she went downstairs, she was surprised—and a little troubled—to see about a dozen sorority members waiting for her in the most casual outfits imaginable—sweatshirts, yoga pants, denim shorts, and sneakers.
Veronica’s confident smile faltered.
“Perfect,” said Paula, clapping her hands together. “Let’s go, girls.”
The group filed out and crowded into a waiting stretch limousine. Veronica's unease, which had briefly subsided, came rushing back with a vengeance.
Her discomfort deepened when the limo rolled to a stop in a shadowy parking lot—and her eyes caught the glowing letters on the marquee.
“LADIES' WRESTLING: AMATEUR NIGHT!”
“Oh no,” Veronica whispered.
The girls filed into the packed arena. Veronica was right—heads were turning toward her as she headed down the aisle to her ringside seat. The men in the crowd let loose a chorus of wolf whistles and suggestive whoops. Veronica’s cheeks burned, but the other girls just giggled merrily as they took their seats.
The announcer’s voice boomed over the speakers.
“Ladies and gentlemen! Our opening bout tonight features a debut from the university’s own Sigma Kappa sorority. In this corner: Veronica Longstocking!”
Veronica froze in place, her limbs refusing to move.
“And in the far corner,” the announcer continued, “her opponent: Piper Merryweather, also of Sigma Kappa!”
The crowd roared. Veronica sat in wide-eyed disbelief until Paula and two other girls practically shoved her toward the ring.
This was it—her test. She dearly wanted to be a member of this sorority, so she figured she could go through with this, humiliating as it might be. She might be overdressed, but she was bigger than this Piper girl. Taller, and probably stronger.
I should be able to handle this little girl and pin her in a matter of seconds.
Little did she know that Piper Merryweather owned a black belt in karate.
Veronica climbed into the ring, the crowd’s noise rising in appreciation of her dramatic entrance. At the center, she shook hands with Piper—an athletic-looking blonde in a skintight blue spandex leotard and tennis shoes.
The bell rang.
And two seconds later, Veronica found herself flat on her stomach, her left arm twisted behind her back before she had a chance to react.
The crowd erupted.
Veronica squealed—and then gasped in horror as she felt the zipper at the back of her dress slowly descend—all the way down.
“No! Stop!” she cried, thrashing wildly.
But Piper was far too quick and far too strong. In one smooth motion, she yanked the dress down over Veronica’s hips, baring her black lace panties to the howling crowd.
The audience roared its approval as Piper stood and began peeling the dress down her flailing legs.
Veronica scrambled to stop her, grabbing hold of the dress, but not before it was already slipped off her feet. She stood up, and a tug-of-war broke out in the middle of the ring. Veronica felt like she was hanging on to dear life, but to her dismay she lost the battle, and looked on in shock as the grinning Piper pulled the dress from her grasp and hurled it far into the darkness of the crowd.
Veronica was stunned. She momentarily stood frozen in a daze. Her hair was tousled, her limbs trembling, and she now stood before hundreds clad in nothing but sexy black lingerie: her lacy panties, garter belt, sheer stockings, and stiletto heels.
A raucous chorus of hoots and catcalls brought her crashing back to reality. She looked down toward the front row where her sorority escorts sat grinning, utterly delighted by the spectacle.
She knew she had to get out of there before things got even worse.
Veronica turned toward the ropes and began a hasty escape—but Piper was quicker, sticking out a foot and tripping her, sending Veronica sprawling to the canvas.
The crowd erupted.
Piper smelled blood, and she pounced on her beleaguered opponent. She flipped Veronica onto her back and straddled her chest, pinning her arms beneath her knees. The referee, quite enjoying the show, didn’t bother with the 10-count.
Veronica kicked her legs furiously in panic and humiliation, but it was no use—Piper had her locked down like a pro.
Then, to the horror of the writhing girl beneath her, Piper reached for the front clasp of her bra.
“No! Please don’t!” Veronica cried out hysterically.
But her adversary was not to be denied. With a casual flick, the clasp popped open—and the bra sprang apart, baring her breasts to the entire arena. Veronica let out a wail of despair as Piper whipped the bra off and tossed it gleefully into a corner.
The crowd went berserk.
Veronica curled up in instinctive defense, only to see men shouting and cheering, women hollering with excitement, and phones raised like lighters at a rock concert. She covered herself and bolted upright, wrapping her arms across her chest. She spotted the bra and lunged for it—but Piper beat her to it.
With a wicked grin, Piper tossed the bra far across the ring.
Veronica made a desperate scramble toward it, but Piper once again tripped her—this time jumping on her back and straddling her rear, facing the other direction like she was riding a pony backwards.
And then, with both hands gripping Veronica’s black lace panties, Piper yanked.
“NOOO!”
Riiiiip.
The crowd howled as Piper stood and held up the tattered remains of the undergarment like a trophy, then flung them into the crowd where several hands eagerly reached for the prize.
Veronica was now on her knees, gasping and flushed from head to toe, wearing nothing but her garter belt, sheer stockings, and heels. She was beyond humiliated.
Piper helped her up... only to grab her arms, twist them behind her back, and parade her in a slow circle around the ring.
The crowd was on its feet, in a frenzy of glee. Phones recorded every step. The cheers were deafening.
Piper then, while holding onto Veronica’s arms with one hand, grabbed the bra from the canvas and adeptly tied Veronica’s hands behind her back.
And then, finally—mercifully—Piper leaned in and spoke to her, loud enough for the front row to hear.
“Welcome to Sigma Kappa!”
She mercifully stepped aside, and Veronica scurried from the ring at breakneck speed. She jiggled and bounced seductively as she ran, sobbing openly, disappearing into the night as the crowd roared behind her.
The announcer waited for the laughter and cheers to settle.
“For our next match...”
* * * * *
Epilogue
One year later, Veronica Longstocking leaned back comfortably in the Sigma Kappa lounge, exuding quiet confidence. Across from her sat a sweet, pretty blonde named Kathleen, restlessly fidgeting with the hem of her skirt.
“You seem to have all of the qualities necessary be a part of our sorority, Kathleen,” said Veronica with a pleasant smile. “You do realize that you’ll have to pass our initiation test.”
As the prospective pledge shifted nervously in her seat, Veronica smiled to herself in anticipation.
End
