Delta Gamma Girls Naked In the ER (Complete)

[EddieDavidson]

Alternative title "In the Bonds" which is what Delta Gamma Sorority sisters often say when they sign off.

A short 2 chapter ENF/CMNF story I wrote sometime ago but finally edited and illustrated. Two of Delta Gamma's finest sorority sisters were the entertainment for a Frat party. Covered in filthy words and art, Julie Barker ends up with her hands stuck to her butt cheeks and a carrot she can't pull out of her ass, and her sister Lydia is bound as well.

Their mom takes them to a sleepy emergency room and insists they wait until everyone else with legitimate medical issues gets seen.

It just seemed like a good pulp Reluctant nude female story idea to me. You can't go wrong with two sorority sisters in a predicament.

Note: Before anyone goes off about super glue on the skin, I want to share that one inspiration for this is TikTok is full of failures type videos where someone was performing a "challenge" and used Gorilla Glue or super glue to glue their head or hands together, etc.

It can actually be painful and lead to a real trip to the ER, so out of consideration - It should go without saying but PLEASE DO NOT PUT SUPERGLUE ON BARE SKIN, this is just a fantasy story and spoiler alert, she only thought it was Super Glue. I've got super glue on my skin before and I was just fine but I didn't have it up my ass, so it's very likely it would cause her quite a bit of discomfort. The point was she had a carrot up her ass, not that she should be writhing around.

Yes, there are minimal illustrations for this. I'll post them at the end. The title really doesn't do it justice.

[EddieDavidson]

"Mom, I am not going in there like this!" I heard a woman's voice from outside the ER.

"Get your disgraceful butts in here or so help me I will leave you outside in the parking lot and you can walk home!" The woman yelling at them was the quintessential Karen type. Short blonde hair with frosted tips, polo shirt, stonewashed jeans, designer sunglasses. She was the bane of every assistant manager in retail and restaurants.

They both spoke in the entitled southern accent that I call "Alabama Nobility," old money that tried to put on airs of superiority.

I worked the overnight shift at an ER in a sleepy suburb just outside of the University of Alabama main campus in Tuscaloosa near Indian Hills. It's a high-class country club neighborhood, and we rarely dealt with shootings or serious issues. We did have some pretty fun ER stories, and this one was definitely the most memorable.

"At least, get me a coat or something," I heard the woman say through the sliding glass door. It sounded like she was more than just a little reluctant.

I was not an orderly or a nurse; my job was to remain at the front desk. I wasn't about to go over and see what was happening because I had a small line of people waiting to get appointments and we were short a doctor. He'd overslept after a long shift and was supposed to be on his way.

"Look, if you and your sister want to wait outside all night, you can wave all the cars driving by and I can go home and get some sleep, Julie. I didn't want to deal with this."

"How many people are in there?" the girl asked sheepishly after a pause.

"Julie Barker," the mother stated her daughter's name like it was a code word that meant she was tired of putting up with her trifling bullshit. "There are fewer people in here than were at the frat party you and your sister attended tonight, and you didn't seem to mind any of them seeing you naked. Now is NOT the time for modesty. That time is long gone. Do you want that carrot out of your ass or not?"

Oh, this was going to be good. We rarely ever got anyone who 'accidentally' fell on a butt plug and couldn't get it out. I eagerly hoped that Julie would have the courage to walk in the door.

There were about six other patients waiting in chairs, and even the people in line at the desk turned their heads to watch the spectacle at the front door.

"This is so embarrassing," Julie waddled into the emergency room very slowly. I could tell by the patients covering their mouths in shock that they were trying to hide tittering laughter, and I knew that meant this must not be serious.

"What about my reputation?" the young woman asked.

"That ship sailed a long time ago, and after the videos your friends showed me of you going down on all those boys and having sex with them at that college party, I think you don't have any reputation to worry about."

I recognized the woman as soon as her head came into view. Julie Barker was a cheerleader for the Crimson Tide. I was working my way through college there and didn't plan to specialize in medicine. This job was just convenient and I could read and study when it was slow.

"Oh god, there are so many people," she winced. Julie had body paint on her face. I couldn't make it out, it looked like dirty words, drawings of penises, toilets, urinals, and the word "CUNT" was written in bright red. Someone had done a pretty thorough job of covering her sexy, voluptuous body completely.

"Is she naked?" I heard a patient ask from his chair. I assumed it was rhetorical. Everyone could see her well-tanned, sexy tits were covered in red and white Alabama paint that was made up to look like a shooting target. She wore a leather dog collar and belt, and had a well-trimmed landing strip.

"Yep, sorry about that, everybody; my daughters are foolish pigs," their mom said loud enough that it probably sent chills through the girls. She clearly had little sympathy for her daughter.

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"Hurry it up, Julie. You too, Lydia. This isn't going to be any easier if you drag it out. You may as well hustle and stop glowering at me! You did this to yourselves!"

"How did I super glue my hands to my own butt cheeks, Mom? Tell me?" Julie sneered with a serious expression that made the outlandish question sound comical.

"You told those college boys to do anything you want to you. Do you want me to show your father the video of you begging them to use you like a fuck doll and cum in your ass?"

I was supposed to remain aloof, detached, and professional, but I was only human. I was snickering just like everybody else.

"Everybody can hear you, Mom!"

Our ER wasn't like some busy Chicago emergency room. It was quiet, like a church with vaulted ceilings, and very sobering. At night, it wasn't well-lit because we operated with minimal staff. I was alone at the desk.

"I know that, Julie! They can SEE you. If you think my Alabama accent is going to offend some people, just wait until they get a load of that dirty word on your head."

"I didn't ask them to write that, Mom!" Julie frowned as she moved ever so slowly into full view. I could tell she was walking with some difficulty. She didn't look like she was in any pain or suffering from an injury.

"You could have fooled me. You sure did act like a cunt, so they must have written cunt on your forehead so that everybody else would know!"

The big red word "Cunt" matched Julie's blushing cheeks. She didn't attend any of my classes, but I'd seen her around campus giggling with her friends. Julie ran in a completely different circle than me, considering I didn't have any actual friends. I doubted she'd recognize me, but the look of shock on her face suggested otherwise. I was somewhat flattered.

I glanced down and away from her perfect, big tits and noticed she had a spreader bar attached to her ankles. The metal bar was locked in place, and she was barefoot.

"Lydia, your sister is already inside, and your lazy ass is still out there. Are you coming or what?" her mother yelled.

"I am afraid! Are we even allowed to be in there like this, Mom?" Lydia shouted her reply from the sliding glass doors in the foyer.

"They haven't kicked us out yet! You'll get arrested for indecent exposure before long if you stay out there."

"Can't they send someone outside?" the second girl whined. She didn’t sound hurt, and it was hard to feel sorry for her.

"Lydia F. Barker, if I have to go out there and CARRY your dumb ass across that threshold like I did when you were a little girl and scraped your knee, then I will do that. If you think for one instant that I would ask a single soul in this room to wait while someone deals with two bimbos who got themselves all chained up at a sex party, then you have another thing coming. The people in here have legitimate reasons for going to the emergency room. You aren't jumping the line. You will wait your turn like everybody else."

"I am not asking to jump the line, Mom! I just don't want to wait inside, and maybe somebody could come and put me in a wheelchair or something to wheel me in."

"You lazy little brat," the woman shouted. "You can't even sit down! How in the Jim Dandy are you going to get your big old sweaty butt into a wheelchair with all those whoozy-whats-its attached to your dirty behind?"

"Mom, stop talking about it. I am embarrassed enough!"

"If you don't get those chains off, that humiliation will continue. The least of your problems is that you can’t sit down on your butt, Lydia. The sooner you waddle your ass in here like your sister, the sooner we can deal with it and get back home."

"You aren't going to tell Dad, are you?" I heard her say as she moved closer. “It’s worse for me, I can’t even stand up!!”

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"I am not going to lie to your father, Lydia. Now, if you do everything I tell you, then what I tell him may be different, but right now, I am more concerned about getting back to bed!"

"Lydia, if I can do it, you can do it," I heard Julie say to her sister.

"Yeah, you probably told your sister that when you attended that orgy tonight. If you can do ten guys, she can do twenty!" Karen accused her daughter.

"It was supposed to be a photo shoot. I told you that. That's why we let them paint us with body paint!"

"Body paint? It looks like magic marker, grease pen, and who knows what," her mother looked disgusted as she examined her daughter's body writing. "You've been modeling since before high school. Have I ever taken you to a modeling shoot where they draw men's urinals on your boobs, and stick a carrot in your ass?"

Julie became outright mortified and silent. "You don't have to announce that to everybody!"

"What? The carrot sticking out of your stinker? I think the people in here have noticed it by now, Julie."

Her face was red. She shouted for her sister to join her. I got the impression it was only to soak up a little of the attention that was focused on her. I craned my neck to see the carrot. I could make out some green leaves hanging down from behind her as she turned toward us and waddled, legs spread apart past her shoulders.

"You can all turn around. This is none of your business," she seethed with humiliation dripping from every one of her pores.

"It's a free country, Julie, and they can look all they want. It serves you right, and you yelling at people for looking isn't accepting any blame."

"I am not trying to say they are at fault, but if you all were polite, you wouldn't be laughing at me," she addressed the crowd. A few people turned away, but most of us kept staring.

Lydia made her way next into my view. I thought she was crouching at first, but I realized her hands were bound behind her, and she was kneeling. She seemed to be inching her way forward by pushing herself with her feet.

"This is ridiculous!" she shouted, which only caused more people to crane their heads to watch the pretty girl scoot along.

"You know what's ridiculous? My two naked daughters with Delta Gamma written all over your bodies. Are you actually property of DeeGee, Lydia? You belong to my old sorority?"

Karen looked completely beside herself, wondering what could have convinced the girls to agree to be bound and painted this way.

Her mom was clearly referencing some of the slogans on her daughter's body. Delta Gamma is a notorious sorority party house on campus, and they are known as DeeGee.

"No!" she frowned angrily and pouted like the spoiled rich girl she was. “I was pledging! They wrote that. I didn’t!”

"No means yes, yes means anal, isn't that what it says right there on your tits, Lydia?" her mother read out the Delta Gamma slogan with disgust.

"Julie told you that we were going for a photoshoot. We didn't have any choice in what the other girls wrote."

I was shocked that it was girls who wrote all these debauched slogans. It made sense though. Someone had taken the time to hand paint urinals, toilets, and there was nothing sexy about any of it. It was meant to degrade and humiliate. If I had to guess, there were some girls who wanted to humiliate her.

"You sure looked like you had a choice in those videos, Lydia. You weren't chained up when you were fucking three boys at one time! You seemed to be saying yes, quite a bit."

"Oh my god! Tell everyone, why don't you?"

"Those videos are probably circulating all over after you girls attended the party. You should have thought about that. Now, slide your heiney over here, and get in line."

"Are you really going to make us wait in line?" Julie asked the four people in front of them and me in general.

"Julie Barker, I will shove more than a carrot up your keister if you dare to try to cut in line. Let this young man do his job, and when he gets to you, then you apologize for interrupting and cooperate with everything they tell you to do."

She continued to glare at me, with a knotted brow.

"I am, uh," I wasn't used to dealing with things like this, and I was a little nervous. "I am alone at the desk right now."

"That's quite alright, young man. You just go on and deal with those other patients and pretend we are not here. We'll wait until every single person gets dealt with. This is NOT a legitimate medical condition."

"It hurts, Mom!" Julie frowned.

"You hurt? I've got chains attached to my clit and asshole. I'd trade you in a minute!" Lydia assured her older sister as she inched forward.

"They put super glue or something on the carrot and it stings, Lydia! I thought it was lube!"

I found myself covering my mouth and trying to remain calm. I wasn't supposed to laugh at patients for their predicaments, but this was kind of an exception. The other patients' hysterical stares and smirks were making me want to laugh.

"It should hurt. That's nature's way of telling you what you did was stupid as hell. It's not going to kill either of you. You will stand right here in discomfort all night if you have to do it."

"Well, they don't have to laugh at me!"

"It's a free country, and they can laugh, cough, fart, holler, whatever they want to do. You are in no position to judge a single soul, Julie Barker!"

"Why do you have to keep telling them my name, for? Why not give them my phone number so they can text me?" Julie asked sarcastically.

"I just might. Your father and I pay for your phone. If any of you want to hire my girls for photoshoots, you see how committed they are to art. (205) 348-6010. How much did they pay you to let them super glue your hands to your butt cheeks and put a carrot where the sun doesn't shine, Julie?"

"Dammit, Mom!"

"How much did you make? I want to know," she added.

"We didn't do it for money," Julie said.

"Oh you worked for free? Let me guess, it was for a charity? Toys for Twats?"

Their mom almost broke her serious expression and laughed. She had to cover her mouth to stop herself.

"It's not fucking funny," Julie frowned.

"Oh, I think it is. What brilliant reason do you have for consenting to this photo shoot and gangbang?"

"It wasn't supposed to be a gang bang. Kappa Sig was invited to attend a Delta Gamma mixer. Lydia is pledging and I am a sister, so we were paired up as Big and Lil to be the entertainment because she is my spesh. I am sure they had that when you attended?"

I assumed that Big and Lil was slang for an experienced member paired with a potential new member. I’d overheard that term before when senior girls hazed some of the freshmen pledges on campus.

I’d seen girls march topless on campus, and once I saw a hot girl handcuffed naked to a flagpole for an “Art exhibit” that I assumed was a stunt to prove her loyalty to her sorority. I’d never seen or heard of anything nearly this scandalous.

Kappa Sigma is one of the top-tier frats on the Greek Row at the University of Alabama. Handsome, square-jawed jocks with winning smiles and huge bank accounts are the only ones invited to pledge.

“Bless your dirty little heart, Julie! You think that your grandma or me ever attended a nasty orgy with disgusting words painted on our butt cheeks and let them chain us up after fucking the living daylights out of us?”

“Mom!”

“Don’t try to deny it. I watched the video that your friends showed me when they dropped you off. You were like a porn star! You got so into it that you accidentally made out with your sister! Do you realize that?”

Julie got really quiet and then explained, “Those were not my friends! That was Ruby Gallagher! She’s been after my position in the sorority!”

“The only position that you are in is spread legged, tits out, and I doubt she wants that, Julie!” Her mom glowered before adding, “Ruby Gallagher has spent nights at our house when you were in high school. You were cheerleaders in Indian High together!”

“We’ve always been the best of friends and closest of rivals,” Julie admitted. I noticed her nipples stiffening as she stood naked under the cold air.

“I thought you were the closest of friends and biggest of rivals with ME,” Lydia sounded almost hurt, as she scooted across the tile floor to where they stood.

“Hey, are you going to check us in, or look at these girls shaking their tits all night?” a woman behind the black guy that I was registering asked impatiently.

“Yes, please! Ignore us! We really don’t mean to cause a scene, but my daughters can’t help it.”

“Um, actually what I was trying to say is that the doctor is on his way, and we only have one orderly right now. I am on my own. You may want to go to the DCH Regional Medical on University. It’s not far.”

One reason we rarely had patients was that DCH Regional was just down the road, and it could accommodate a ton of patients. They were far better equipped, and people could get seen much faster.

“Fuck that,” both girls immediately registered a complaint and grew annoyed. “I dragged myself on my knees across the tile, and you have the audacity to tell us we have to go someplace else?” Lydia pouted at me.

“I didn’t say you had to go, Ma’am. I am just recommending them. They may have some tools to remove those chains,” I said as I watched the heavy weights dangling from her labia clink together.

“You don’t have anything to cut these chains?” she breathed in heavily.

“I don’t know what we have, Ma’am. We might, but the doctor isn’t here. It’s possible he would have you transported to DCH Regional anyway, and if you are in a hurry then you should go. I can’t tell you when we’ll have a doctor on premises, but until we do, you have to wait, Ma’am.”

“My daughters are not Ma’ams or Misses any longer, young man. This is Cunt,” she introduced Julie by the name written on her forehead. “This is, um, DeeGee…” she decided for Lydia.

Lydia had the red and white sorority initials “DG” glued as stickers to her nipples, and above her pussy.

“Mom!”

“What? Do you expect people to address you with respect? You haven’t earned any. You are down on the floor, Lydia. As I see it, that’s right where you belong.”

“DeeGee,” Julie snickered as she looked down at her sister. She was helpless, unable to remove her hands from butt cheeks, but she managed to feel superior to her little sister.

“You should talk; I am eye level to the carrot they put in your ass so all the cum didn’t shoot back out!” Lydia scolded her older sister from the floor.

“Decorum, girls! The people in here don’t want to hear your disgusting talk,” their mother said.

“You just named me Cunt, Mom!” Julie reminded her mother of her double standard.

“That’s because you are, yours is out like your sister, and it’s painted on your head and it looks like all over you. Is that your nickname in the bonds?”

“No, it’s Lydia’s line name as a greenie…IN THE BONDS, mother. So, my so-called best friend Ruby Gallagher thought it would be funny to paint it on my forehead, okay?”

I worked out that in the bonds must be code for being in the sorority.

“Cunt? Is that really the kind of line name they use for greenies in this day and age?” she asked her daughters.

“Yes, Ma’am,” Lydia confirmed, while Julie looked down.

“I am a Ma’am now? Not Mom?” their mom seemed pleasantly surprised that her daughter showed her some respect.

“It just slipped, we have to address all the senior sisters as Ma’am,” Lydia sounded defeated while glancing down.

“I am no senior sister, Lydia! I am an alumnae. We used to call them Old Ladies back in my day. As I see it, you’ll call me Ma’am from now on, if you still want to be a Delta G?”

“I do, Ma’am.”

“What do you call your Big?”

“In the bonds, I was supposed to call her Ma’am, but not on campus unless we are at official Delta G events, Ma’am,” Lydia said with a look of contrition on her face. I could tell she was quivering with humiliation.

“Supposed to call her, that?”

“Um, uh,” Lydia looked up at Julie for permission to spill the beans.

“You two don’t have any reputation left to save, and no reason to try to hang on to your dignity. You lost that with your pubic hair. Did they shave that off?”

“I shaved that off weeks ago, Ma’am, when I first pledged and received my line name. All scrubs have to shave down.”

Greenie? Scrub? I assumed that meant the lowest member of the order. Everyone in line was riveted by the conversation. It was a good thing nobody had any serious injury. A Hispanic guy had walked in since we started talking and was waiting behind them, listening in.

“You gentlemen go in front of us. We’ll wait until we are the last to be seen and nobody else needs medical attention,” she said.

The Hispanic guy said he appreciated it, and limped forward a bit to get around them before turning around to look at the girls from the front.

“What are you supposed to call your sister, now?” her mother asked.

“Um, well, if I am still a greenie tomorrow, then I’d address her as Cunt, Ma’am.”

“I am the house bully, Mom,” Julie said. “At least I was, but after tonight I may not be. It’s my job to razz the greenies and I must have razzed Ruby Gallagher’s sister a bit too hard for her tastes. She tricked me into agreeing to sign up for entertainment, and ordered my Lil to call me Cunt.”

“So, let me get this straight,” her mother didn’t think this added up. “You were house bully, which you never thought to tell me?”

“I didn’t think you’d like all the details of hazing, and maybe you’d think I was mean.”

“You are mean, Julie. I’ve always known you were a pretentious little spoiled bitch that is vindictive and vengeful. That’s why I am not buying that you were ambushed and stripped of your title. You had to sign up to be entertainment at the mixer. In my day, we’d do a little dance, it was a little risqué, maybe some belly dancing or flash our tits. That was completely optional.”

“Ruby promised if I signed up to call a truce, and we’d consider all our shenanigans and pranks even, Mom.”

“I’d like you to address me as Ma’am like your sister, since we are in the bonds and all that Sisterhood bullshit,” Karen explained. “It doesn’t look like the hatchet got buried anywhere but inside your ass crack, does it?”

“No, Ma’am,” Julie didn’t argue the fact and her demeanor instantly changed the moment her mother insisted she talk to her like a member of their sorority.

“Yet, you expect me to believe you stood there for however long and let some Kappa Sig’s doodle toilets and urinals and dirty words all over your naked bodies?”

“The other girls painted us, and chained us up before the mixer began, Ma’am,” Julie answered crisply with a military-like precision in her tone.

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“It must have taken how long for the other sisters to paint you? An hour?” their mother wanted to know the story behind their naughty body paint.

“A few hours, Ma’am,” Julie replied promptly and crisply. She had a entirely new vigorously compliant attitude after her mother reminded her that as an old school alumnae she had rank. It probably also helped that she implied with one letter she could get Julie reinstated or black balled.

“You just stood there and let them do that? Paint all sorts of nasty words on you both?”

“We were chained up, Ma’am,” Julie shrugged it off and took no responsibility.

“You voluntarily let them chain you up, right?”

“Yes, Ma’am, we knew what they were going to do, but as sisters of the sorority, it’s kind of expected.” It was obvious from how Julie was reluctant to go into detail that there was more to this story.

“How were the two of you chained up?” her mom arched an eyebrow.

“Tied together, lip to lip, nip to nip, clit to clit, Ma’am. Wrists and ankles manacled, spreader bar between our legs and thighs to keep them open.”

“That didn’t seem weird to you? Tied up with your sister?”

“It’s the Big and Lil bonding ritual, and I am sure we aren’t supposed to talk about it in public.”

Julie’s eyes darted around the quiet emergency room. Everyone was eavesdropping. It was a bit late to think about keeping this a secret.

“That’s some made-up bullshit, honey. That didn’t exist when I attended Alabama. You knew you were going to have to make out with your sister before you volunteered?”

“Um, yes. When Ruby’s sister Mercedes pledged, I required them to perform the ritual nightly in the window of the DG House, and let anyone passing by make requests. I knew it was payback, Ma’am.”

“So, how many nights have you made out with your sister?”

“Um, at Alabama? Uh, every night since she pledged as a greenie, Ma’am.”

The two sisters’ faces were turning even redder. An older man in one of the chairs yelled out, “This is Alabama, but god-damned, y’all are blood-related sisters?”

“Hey, that’s fucking hot as shit,” another guy yelled.

“When did the carrot get put in your butt, Cunt?”

“Um…are you really going to call me Cunt from now on?” Julie frowned.

“You are Delta G, right? It’s that the name you were given?”

“Yes, but in the bonds, not in public. We don’t have to say it on campus.”

“I asked you a question, Cunt. Let’s hear how the carrot went into your butt with you knowing?”

“I knew it was going in my butt, Ma’am. After all the Sigma Kaps had a round with us, the sisters fisted us and fucked us with candles while chanting.”

“How did the chant go?” their mom asked.

“Um, please don’t make us chant a sisterhood chant in public, Ma’am. It’s just for in the bonds,” she asked.

“Cunt, you chanted at a mixer with frat boys present. I think I’d like to hear it. I doubt it was one from my day. Anchor chant? A sister’s hand so strong, so true, lifts you up and pulls you through?”

I burst out laughing because of the double entendre over what they might pull through their pussies when they fisted them. The three of them looked at me with annoyed expressions. Their mom clearly was pissed off.

“Not those chants, unofficial chants; No means yes, yes means anal,” she indicated the words written on her sister.

“Do you even know the official chant?”

“Yes, Ma’am, of course!”

“Let’s hear it,” her mom said.

“Here?”

“No, at Applebee’s,” her mom said with a deadpan expression that made several other people laugh. This time she ignored them.

“D-e-l-t-a, Delta, D-e-l-t-a, G-a-double M-a, Gamma, G-a-double M-a, We are the Delta Gammas, Wearing Bronze, Pink and Blue, We are the Delta Gammas, Don't you want to be a DG too!” Julie chanted in a very low-key tone while her big tits bounced slightly.

“Pathetic. You have no Delta Spirit? Do Good. Try it again with your Lil. This time put your heart in it. Let me hear you, loud and proud.”

“D-e-l-t-a, Delta, D-e-l-t-a, G-a-double M-a, Gamma, G-a-double M-a, We are the Delta Gammas, Wearing Bronze, Pink and Blue, We are the Delta Gammas, Don't you want to be a DG too!” the girls both chanted in time with exceptional clarity and enthusiasm. They smiled, their tits bounced, and their asses jiggled. They had memorized these chants a long time ago and clearly lived them.

“Very good. I’d love to say that I am proud of you both, but given the circumstances, I believe that you are getting everything you asked for tonight. You let them tie you up and paint you, and you knew you’d get fucked by every guy that attended the mixer and did it anyway?”

“Yes, Ma’am, but only because I made Ruby and her sister attend several mixers together dressed as dogs.”

“As dogs, with leashes, Ma’am.”

“On their hands and knees?”

“Yes, Ma’am, with dog bowls full of um, their um…”

“Their what?”

“Their own pee, Ma’am. We call it Auburn Lemonade.”

The Auburn Tigers are one of Alabama’s biggest rivals.

“How much pee did you make them drink?”

“A lot, Ma’am.”

“Did you drink any pee tonight?”

“Yes, Ma’am, but I didn’t want to do that. It seemed only fair. I told Ruby she had to drink Auburn Lemonade because if we will make Lil’s do it, we have to be willing to do it ourselves.”

“Did you drink Auburn Lemonade before tonight?”

“Yes, Ma’am, not all the time. I did it to show the pledges that they can accomplish anything if they want it badly enough, Ma’am. It’s not something I do for enjoyment, or outside of my duties.”

“You made your sister drink Auburn Lemonade?”

“Not tonight, I didn’t, Ma’am,” she said.

“I figured that much since you had your hands glued to your ass. I meant before this, Cunt.”

“Um, yes, many times, but I did not make her, per se,” Julie explained reluctantly. “She knew this was an expectation of scrubs before she pledged.”

“I thought you don’t share secrets outside of the bonds. That’s a big no-no to tell a pledge what they have to endure on hell week.”

“It’s not just hell week, Ma’am,” Julie’s cheeks were red. “I know it’s a violation, but she is my Special because we are sisters. I taught her to drink Auburn Lemonade when she was in high school so she wouldn’t freak out. Lydia knew before the first night that was an expectation when she joins the line.”

“So, in my own house, under my roof, the two of you drank your own piss?”

“Not all the time, Ma’am, and not for pleasure. It was just enough so that Lydia wouldn’t barf all over herself like I did the first time I attended.”

“Do you know why I didn't tell you about Auburn Lemonade, Cunt?” her mom asked, looking somewhat embarrassed airing their dirty laundry in front of the ER.

“I wasn’t yet in the bonds?”

“No, Cunt. It’s because Auburn Lemonade is another made-up kinky thing that we never did. It’s not a tradition. It’s just something some sadistic bitch thought up to make pledges do to humiliate themselves. We also had a term called Dirty Rushing. Do you know what that is?”

“Giving a scrub an unfair advantage when pledging to a sorority, Ma’am,” Julie trailed off and looked at the floor. I could tell she wanted to defend the tradition but her mother's revelation had knocked the wind out of her sails. The silence hung in the air for a good ten seconds before their mom broke it.

There was some silence. “I think it was in place for a long time, Ma’am. I didn’t establish the tradition, if that’s what you are implying.”

“I pledged in ’98. We did dumb stuff. We stole a rival’s mascot, ran naked across the Quad at midnight, drank warm beer out of dirty boots. Why didn’t you tell me that you were doing these things, Cunt?”

“Honestly, it’s not something I thought to bring up in polite conversation, and I assumed you dealt with it, so I had to deal with it, Ma’am,” Julie admitted.

“How much longer do we have to wait like this, Ma’am?” Lydia interrupted.

“Would you ask a senior sister how much longer you have to wait when given an assignment? What is your Line Name, Again, Lydia?”

“Cunt, Ma’am, just like my Big,” she answered smartly and added “No, I wouldn’t ask how long a pledge test is, but this isn’t an assignment or a test.”

“I am just checking. In my day, we had that term. Do you still have it, Cunt?”

“Yes, Ma’am. Checking is when a senior sister asks a Greenie like me a question and if she can’t answer correctly, she gets a correction.”

“A correction? What kind of correction?” her mother asked.

“Um, we might have a carrot inserted into our asshole, or deep throat said carrot when it is removed, Ma’am. The bigger the mistake, the bigger the correction,” her youngest daughter replied.

“So, you were checked and didn’t answer properly?” Julie’s mom asked.

“No Ma’am, my Lil was asked who the founding members of the DG House were, and she did not answer loudly and properly. The carrot was placed in my cake hole as I am responsible for her education, for her to deep throat as a correction.”

“Cake hole?” her mother didn’t recognize that term.

“Mom, please don’t make us talk about this stuff in front of all these people?”

“Oh please, go right ahead,” an effeminate southern gentleman in a Hawaiian shirt encouraged them with a sassy tone, and placed his hand on his chin while holding his elbow.

“Go ahead, Cunt. What is a cake hole?”

“One of a Dick Gobbler’s three Gobble holes, Ma’am,” Julie initially said it with confidence but trailed off when she realized her mother had never heard that phrase either and she was humiliating herself.

“Dick Gobbler, because the initials are DG?”

“Yes, Ma’am, Dick Gobblers are the lowest members of the sisterhood. The Pie Hole is our mouth, the cake hole is our butthole, and the pee hole is our pussy, Ma’am.”

“Wait, are you a Dick Gobbler or a Senior Sister, Julie?”

“Right now,” Julie looked absolutely terrified to answer this question, “I am probably a Dick Gobbler. I was stripped officially of my title of House Bully by the House President and Executive Council of Ladies tonight, and given the line name Cunt, Ma’am. I was told that if I continue to cross the sands, that I’ll be recognized as a senior sister by graduation.”

“I’ve never heard of crossing the sands. What is that?”

“Crossing the sands is where Dick Gobblers go after Hell Week is over. We used to initiate sisters right after hell week but now we are more selective, Ma’am. Dick Gobblers must endure a period of extended servitude to demonstrate service with a smile, loyalty and Delta values, and a commitment to the sisterhood.”

“I totally understand terms like service with a smile, but this is a new one on me.”

“Most servitude tasks aren’t that difficult or humiliating. Clean the floors on your hands and knees, pick up your Big’s room. It’s not that demanding, but you have to show that you won’t give up, and sisterhood is not something you are entitled to simply because you survived Hell Week.”

“Wait a minute. Picked up your Big’s Room? So Lydia was in servitude to you?”

“Yes, Ma’am, it’s sort of like a maid,” Julie said.

“Now, you are both in servitude to Ruby Gallagher?”

“No, Ma’am, we are in servitude to Ruby’s little sister, Mercedes.”

“That’s not humiliating?”

“It’s very embarrassing, Ma’am, but I practiced what I preached as house bully and when Ruby asked me to voluntarily resign my title, and accept being demoted to a Dick Gobbler I did so willingly. I am willing to smile while I serve my sisters, even if that sister is my junior.”

It seemed stoic, but Julie’s entitled facial expression and turned-up nose told me she might not believe what she said.

“Great, then you two are on assignment to stand there and wait and not complain.”

“Respectfully, Ma’am, you can’t give us assignments at home or in public,” Julie seemed nervous as she said that.

“I can’t? Can I write a letter to the Delta Gamma Executive Offices as your mother, and alumnae informing them of your dirty rushing practices, and behavior? Do you think that may affect your status in the sisterhood?”

“Ma’am, please don’t do that. I am Delta Gamma Born and Delta Gamma Bred.”

“That’s fine. Why don’t you stand there and wait, chin up, eyes straight ahead, mouth open.”

Julie obediently adopted a pose like a statue and faced me. A small tear formed in her eye.

“Let me check to see if the doctor has arrived,” I said after the attention shifted to me. I quickly checked some papers for no reason.

“Is the doctor hiding under the papers?” someone in the waiting room made a wisecrack at my expense and everyone laughed.

“No, um, I was just looking for a duty roster,” I lied. “Let me go check,” I stammered. I quickly called the orderly. Toby was a black guy, and he had seen and heard it all. His first words when he saw the naked girls were “Fucking white people,” and then he asked if he could bring them back to the waiting room.

“No, the girls will remain in the lobby until it’s cleared of legitimate patients,” their mother decided. I saw the two girls’ eyes narrow, and they both swallowed as if symbolically swallowing their pride.

“Your name is?”

“Karen Barker,” she introduced herself.

“Of course it is,” Toby said as he wrote something on a clipboard.

“What is that supposed to mean?” Karen asked.

Toby had shared videos from a YouTube channel called “I wish a Karen would” that features videos of entitled middle-aged women bitching and complaining with me before. I knew that’s why he said what he had, and I think Karen even figured that’s what he implied.

“Are you guys hungry then? There is a snack machine, and a coffee machine over there,” he changed the subject.

“I am starving, Ma’am,” Julie sounded desperate.

“Do you want to wash down a LSU Chocolate Bar with an Auburn Lemonade?” Karen asked her daughter sarcastically.

“I wouldn’t prefer to eat anything that supports Louisiana State, Ma’am, but right now I am hungry enough to eat anything,” Julie replied politely and even forced a smile.

“If Auburn Lemonade is piss, I assume you have a word for poop? LSU Chocolate bar was all I could think of,” Karen said in front of everyone.

Toby quickly turned and muttered something about crazy white bitches before taking the next person in line for evaluation and informing him the doctor still wasn’t there. A few people opted to go elsewhere, but I think most of the people in the lobby just wanted to see how this spectacle played out.

“No Ma’am, there is no special term for poop,” Julie scrunched her nose in disgust.

“No special term for poop? Well bless your dirty little hearts. You girls have let them write ‘CUNT’ on your forehead, glue your hands to your own ass cheeks, hang weights from your coochies, and shove a carrot up your cake hole. I am Checking. What are the names of your holes?”

“Pie Hole is mouth, Cake Hole is a sister’s butt hole, and Pee Hole is our Twat, Ma’am,” Julie answered with a tremble.

“What comes out of your Pee Hole?”

“Auburn Lemonade, Ma’am,” Julie sounded far more confident answering that.

“You drink it?”

“When required, Ma’am,” Julie clearly seemed not only humiliated but reluctant to tell the entire room what we already heard her confess.

“So, what comes out of a sister’s cake hole? Georgia Bulldog Brownies?” Karen let that sassy, vulgar question hang in the air.

“Yes, Ma’am,” Julie answered, terrified to contradict the new terminology. “The Cake Hole is for Georgia Bulldog Brownies, Ma’am.”

“So, if your sisters tell you to cross the sands or perform servitude, you’ll drink Auburn Lemonade anytime they want?”

“Yes, Ma’am, I may not enjoy it, but I am anchored for life, and I won’t tell a sister to do something that I won’t do if called upon.”

The answer sounded rehearsed and was spoken with conviction.

“Then would you Dick Gobblers gobble up some Georgia Bulldog Brownies?”

Julie opened her mouth, but nothing came out. She looked like she wanted to say no, but she didn't.

She swallowed, looked down at her toes, and her face turned the same shade of red as the word “Cunt” on her forehead.

“I trust my sisters, Ma’am,” Julie whispered. “You wouldn’t ask me to do that without a valid reason, Ma’am.”

“I am not asking you anything, Dick Gobbler. I am telling you, and when I tell you something from now on, you will say Yes Ma’am, May I have a spoon, like a good Dick Gobbler, won’t you?”

“Yes…yes, Ma’am, may I have a spoon?” Julie was truly committed to her sorority, and the look on her little sister’s face was priceless. She didn’t seem quite as loyal or willing to do anything to be a member.

“You got fucked by how many men tonight, Cunt?”

“I lost count, Ma’am, probably at least twenty, Ma’am,” Julie guessed with some shame.

“You made out with your sister. What else did you do with her?”

“Everything that one can do with their sister, Ma’am,” Julie admitted with a look of chagrin.

“Like?”

“Um, in the bonds, Ma’am, sisterly love, Sapphic,” Julie repeated some phrases and scanned her mother’s expression for a look of recognition that didn’t materialize.

“Spell it out for me, Cunt. What did you do?”

“Everything,” Julie started to repeat herself and then realized she was expected to get explicit. “Eat each other out, French kiss, kiss each other’s tits, lick each other’s cake holes, fist each other, clean each other’s fists, eat cum from each other’s pussies, asses and kiss cum back and forth, Ma’am.”

“Did you lick anyone else’s ass, Cunt?”

“Yes, Ma’am, anyone at the party that wanted it, man or woman. We were bound in toilets before getting fucked by all the Kappa Sigs, Ma’am,” Julie admitted.

“So, if you will lick a dirty, sweaty asshole, you’d eat a Georgia Bulldog Brownie?”

“I wouldn’t prefer to do that, Ma’am, but if that is my assignment, then I would,” Julie looked completely stupefied and afraid that it would be.

“Fucking A,” the Hispanic guy exclaimed, which broke the tension.

“Okay, wait here,” her mom snickered, because Julie was still in her spreader bar and would have a hard time keeping up with her mom as she went to the bathroom.

“Please, please, please, don’t tell anyone on campus what you’ve seen me do,” Julie begged as soon as her mother was out of earshot.

“I didn’t think you would realize I go to Alabama,” I shrugged.

“I’ve seen you at campus, and I know this is embarrassing but it’d be way worse if everyone knows what I am willing to do,” she said.

“Julie, you aren’t seriously going to eat one of mom’s turds, are you?” Lydia asked her older sister. She dropped the submissive contrition act immediately.

“You wouldn’t?” Julie asked.

“I mean, that’s a bit much! Wouldn’t that be a health risk?” Lydia asked me as if I would know.

The man with the effeminate voice and Hawaiian shirt assured her in moderation it would be fine. “Just eat some yogurt the next day, girlfriend.”

Toby returned at that moment and told everyone the doctor was in the office and getting set up and it wouldn’t be that much longer. He encouraged people to try the regional ER, and then he looked at me and asked if I had registered any of the patients that had formed in the line in front of my desk.

“I had been distracted. I’ll get on it,” I admitted as I started tapping on the keys like I was looking up some information.

Toby split the line and started registering people faster than I was. The girls were shuffled closer and Julie leaned in and whispered softly in my ear. “If you don’t tell a single soul about tonight, I’ll be nice to you at school.”

“How nice?” I asked.

“Very,” Julie promised in the most sexy, American honey accent you’ve ever heard.

“Pie hole, or Pee hole?” I asked.

She scoffed and said that she’d let me pick. “I won’t do it every day, but we can come to an arrangement,” she promised with inviting eyes.

Her mother came back before I could respond. She was holding two cups of yellow liquid with a brown goo floating in it. I nearly vomited when I saw what it was.

“You work in an emergency room, for crying out loud,” Karen observed with disappointment.

“I am just not used to the idea of patients eating Georgia Bulldog Brownies,” I said.

“GBB? I tried it in the bathroom,” she said as if it was no big deal. Then Karen demonstrated by pulling out some mushy brown poo from the yellow liquid and stuffing it in her mouth right in front of me. She chewed and swallowed it like it was nothing.

“Hey, I am Delta Gamma Born and Delta Gamma Bred for life like my daughters, and I won’t tell them to do something that I won’t do,” she looked at the girls and watched them tremble with fear and trepidation.

“Who wants some Georgia Bulldog Brownies?” she asked excitedly, holding up some in the palm of her hand.

“Yummy, may I have a spoon?” Julie forced herself to say even though she clearly didn’t mean it.

“Uh…I mean, that’s a bit much?”

“You practiced drinking pee for months before you rushed. You seemed committed.”

“I wanted to be popular and make you proud,” she said.

“I believe the first part about being popular,” Karen added, “but if you want to make me proud you’ll beg for a brownie like a Dick Gobbler.”

“Dick Garage?” she asked.

“Oh, wait, Dick Grabber?”

“Dick Gobbler, Ma’am,” Lydia corrected her mother apologetically. Then she shut her eyes and begged “D-E-L-T-A G-A-Double-M-A! Come hell or high water, roll tide, Give 'em hell, Alabama!” She yelled the traditional Rammer Jammer chant from our university and held her mouth open wide to receive it.

“I can’t feed both baby birds. Would you do the honors?” She handed me a cup of the stuff.

“Me?”

“You are a medical professional, aren’t you?” she asked insistently.

“Not really. I just work here,” I said as I refused the cup. She handed it back and gave me a secret wink. I noticed immediately that it contained Mountain Dew and an actual fudge brownie from the vending machine.

I realized immediately this was a bluff, and so I played along. “It’s got nuts in it!”

“Yeah, sorry about that, girls,” Karen said without a trace of sympathy. I stepped over to Julie. She had her mouth open, hands planted on her ass cheeks, and her eyes shut.

“Gross,” I pretended to be disgusted as I picked up the wet brownie and placed it in her daughter’s mouth at the same time as Karen fed Lydia.

I watched Julie start to retch, and then she bit down and began to chew once she realized it was fudge. “Very funny, mother.”

“It’s Ma’am to you, Cunt. Now, when we get home, you are both going to be in my servitude and we’ll keep this from your father and your little brother. However, if you piss me off, I may just decide to serve you both actual Auburn Lemonade at dinner time,” she said.

“As long as it’s not actual Georgia Bulldog Brownies,” Julie laughed with relief.

“I am impressed you both would have eaten it, but a little disgusted. You really are committed to the sisterhood.”

“In the bonds,” Julie said first, which prompted her little sister and mother to repeat the catch phrase.

After the bars closed in Tuscaloosa, not much happened around our sleepy part of town, and I was left alone with the girls for several hours while the doctor continued treating the patients that we admitted without anyone coming in.

Julie and Lydia diligently addressed their mother as Ma’am, and she continued to address the girls as Cunt. It was strange because despite how vulgar and even strange that seemed, the girls didn’t bitch, bicker or argue.

“Sorority life suits both of you Dick Gobblers well,” Karen said. “I might have a word with your President about Ruby Gallagher and her sister.”

“Please don’t, Ma’am. We don’t want to cause trouble. She agreed on a truce, and I agreed to be demoted,” Julie asked politely and demurely without a trace of the rebellious snotty brat that hobbled in with her mother.

“It’s more likely you don’t want Ruby to tell your President whatever dirt she has on you for you to agree to be demoted,” her mother concluded knowingly. “I knew girls like Ruby back in my day. Conniving bitches aren’t as new as Auburn Lemonade. Tell you what though, I’ll put in a word that you should be returned to senior sister status.”

“Really? Oh, thank you, Ma’am!” Julie gushed.

“On one condition,” Karen seemed to delight in having power and respect from her daughters more than anything else.

“Name it,” Julie wanted to be returned to her previous station more than anything.

“You two will move back out of the Delta Gamma house into our house and live with us,” she said.

The girls didn’t seem too happy about that, but they conceded without needing to think too hard about it.

“I’ll become your house bully. You will both remain in the sands at home until I decide what to do with you. Even if you become a senior sister, I like you better this way.”

“I’ll be a dick gobbler at home?” Julie asked like the rug was being pulled out from under her. Her little sister seemed stoically accepting but Julie seemed nervous and wanted to be sure this was really happening.

“There aren’t many dicks to gobble at our house, unless you consider your father or your brother,” Karen joked. The girls seemed relieved when they realized she was kidding. “You’ll do for me what sisters do for each other though.”

I could sense Julie and Lydia waiting to see that their mother wasn't kidding.

“Leg licking and eating clams at college isn’t something new. There is a reason we slept two to a room, girls. We didn’t call it doing whatever sisters do but since you sisters do, then you will do that for me.”

“Yes, Ma’am, if that’s what you want.”

“Yes, I want that. We’ll discuss the other rules and changes I want when we get home and prying ears aren’t listening,” she glanced at me to signal she knew I was eavesdropping.

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At one point, the girls really did have to go to pee, and true to her nature, she made them pee in a cup and drink it right there in front of me. The girls downed them like shot glasses.

Lydia could hardly keep a straight face. It wasn’t that she enjoyed it. I think it was just so completely humiliating that all she could do was roll with it.

“Are you single, young man?”

“Um, yes,” I asked.

“Would you like to date one of my lovely daughters?”

The girls were shocked and very reluctant.

“Only if they want to date me,” I assured her politely.

“What a nice young man,” she decided. “They want to date you, and if they are rude or unpleasant, then just let me know and I’ll correct them. You will find our address on our registration form, and you have Julie’s phone number still, don’t you?”

“I didn’t write it down,” I shrugged. I had no use for a phone number from a stuck-up girl that wouldn’t give me the time of day.

“It’s (205) 348-6010. Text me anytime. If my hands aren’t glued to my butt, and I have my phone I’ll answer or reply right away,” Julie offered politely.

“Mine is (205) 348-5065. I am also available anytime you would like,” Lydia’s eager offer was an obvious act, but I was grateful for it anyway.

“Good girls. You’ll only date or fuck the young men I tell you to from now on. I’ll choose a much better class of boys than Kappa Sigs.”

“Thanks, Ma’am,” the girls thanked their mother.

It had been almost an hour, and their mother hand-fed the two of them while they knelt or stood near her in the corner of the waiting room. “May I use the restroom, Ma’am?” Julie asked politely.

“That’s kind of hard with that carrot up your ass, isn’t it?”

“It’s to make Auburn Lemonade, Ma’am,” Julie blushed as she spoke about her bodily fluids.

“No, I think you can wait for a bit. Ask me again in about thirty minutes and you can both pee as long as no one is in the waiting room.”

“What? The bathroom is just over there, Ma’am,” Lydia informed her mother.

“Yes, but you are on your knees, and your sister has a metal bar and that’s a long walk. You can squat over a paper cup and pee in it.”

“But why?”

“For one, because as your new Big, I am going to make sure you drink your Auburn Lemonade and I don't want you watering it down or spilling any, and for two, I just told you what I wanted you to do, so your next action is to thank me and wait thirty minutes to ask me politely if you can make Auburn Lemonade.”

“But the receptionist will see us,” Julie said.

“He works in the medical profession,” she explained dismissively to her daughter. Technically, that was true and I didn't argue. She turned to look at me and asked across the empty waiting room, “Are you going to mind if my daughters make Auburn Lemonade here?”

“Me? No, not at all,” I shrugged. “If someone else is here, you may not want to do it.”

“When you take them on dates, I expect them to ask you for permission to use the restroom, and I would prefer you make them wait for at least thirty minutes. My girls respond well to anticipation.”

“Oh, really?”

“Mom!” Julie blurted out in frustrated surprise. All it took was a glare from Karen to make her apologize and call her Ma’am.

“You said you were committed to proving you will do whatever it takes to be a sister. Did you not?”

“Yes, Ma’am,” Julie assured her.

“Then you will squat over a little paper cup and I will hold it up to your pie hole and let you drink it to demonstrate that to me, Cunt. You both will. Do either of you have any further questions?”

“We have to drink it every time we go pee?” Lydia asked in shock.

“No,” her mother answered calmly. She waited for the girls to breathe a sigh of relief before stipulating. “You’ll drink mine as well, and when you go on dates with this young man you’ll offer to drink his. You will drink each other’s Lemonade sometimes too, and when I think you’ve earned it, I am sure some other people will be willing to donate while you are in the sands. That is what you do in the sands, isn’t it?”

“Well, sometimes but it’s not all the time. We don’t drink our own pee when we are by ourselves,” Julie explained.

“Good point. It won’t embarrass you not to have an audience, and you are much less bratty and insufferable when you are humiliated. You will find someone to supervise you at school that I approve of, and at home if I am not available you can ask your father or brother to watch.”

“They are going to know we are in the sands at home? But…” Julie pouted and stopped talking the moment her mother abruptly cut her off.

“It’s going to be difficult for your father and brother not to know you are in the sands if you are naked all the time. I’ve grown to like you this way since spending this time with you this way. You are more attentive and vulnerable, and it will save on laundry to keep you both naked in the house.”

“Seriously?” Julie was hoping her mother was joking but her mother wasn’t kidding.

“Absolutely. Now I expect this hair to be gone,” Karen reached down to her eldest daughter’s pubic mound and rubbed the well-trimmed landing strip around her pussy with disgust on her face. “Didn’t you say that all you Dick Gobblers shave yourself hairless?”

“Yes, Ma’am, it’s Dick Gobblers, and it’s required to start fresh, a new life, when you enter the sisterhood, but we are allowed to grow it back once we are in the Sisterhood and I’ve been in for several years.”

“Yes, and you are learning service with a smile, so when we get home you’ll shave your twat completely, all the hair from your legs, under your pits, any stubble, even the peach fuzz off of your asses and on your upper lips and I’ll inspect you daily to ensure that you are smooth and presentable. Do either of you have a problem with that?”

“No, Ma’am,” they both sounded unhappy and unsure.

“Oh, pish-tosh, don’t be like that girls. I want to hear a much more enthusiastic reaction from my Dick Gobblers. You wouldn’t have put in that kind of performance when you were bound lips, nips and clits together during your little soirée tonight would you?”

“No, Ma’am,” the girls mustered a practiced smile for their mother.

“I like these little metal bars that hold your legs apart. It makes it hard for you to walk but I noticed you aren’t slouching and it keeps your pussy lips from closing. I’ll probably have you both attach the weights you have hanging from your bodies and I absolutely adore these DG pins you’ve got as accessories.”

“Thank you, Ma’am,” the girls expressed enthusiastic gratitude that I was certain wasn’t genuine.

“Obviously, I am not going to super glue a carrot in your cake hole, or glue your hands to your butt cheeks,” she assured Julie as she adjusted the carrot and yanked on it a little to see if it would budge. Her daughter shifted slightly on the balls of her feet, but the carrot didn’t fall out.

“Oh, I do like that it doesn't drop out,” Karen was either briefly considering gluing her daughter’s butthole shut with a carrot or just letting her sweat while she pretended to evaluate the idea. It was obvious Julie was hopeful it was the latter.

“On second thought, you’ll both keep your hands on your ass cheeks like you have them when you are not busy. That will give you something to do to keep your hands off your pussies when they are out, and you will both shove carrots up your asses on days when I think you need a reminder of who your Big is. I just won’t glue them in place. It isn’t worth trying to find a way to remove them after it’s done.”

“We’ll have to do this in front of Dad?” Julie was mortified.

“And Jimmy?” Lydia was equally mortified.

“No, that would be too much,” Karen decided. “You can insert them before you go into the common areas. I won’t make them watch you put your carrots up your ass. Now, if they want to see you put them in that’s another matter. You’ll accommodate their curiosity until it’s satisfied but I doubt your father will be all that curious. I am sure Jimmy will find it amusing to see his snotty sisters behaving so nicely now that I’ve figured out that you probably needed some discipline and I spoiled you instead by indulging your whims. Now you’ll eat what I tell you, when I tell you, and clean up after I finish cooking. You’ll do the chores and you’ll perform them with Delta Gamma spirit. Any questions?”

“No, Ma’am,” they answered in almost a unified voice.

They ended up waiting in the lobby for several more hours. I have to admit there was a point where despite thinking the girls were stuck-up, pretentious, privileged bitches I began to admire their stoic willingness to obey their mother and endure humiliation.

The super glue in Julie’s ass turned out to be molasses, and not the real thing. She experienced some discomfort obviously, but I was told later by a nurse that she would have been writhing on the floor if it was super glue.

I had a date with her that Friday night, and I was not sure where I was going to take her, or how different she would behave after she had a few days with her mom as her “Big”.

I was also told that the locksmith cut them out of their chains and weights, but that Karen kept the spreader bar on Julie and made them ride home still covered in the erotic art and dirty words to explain what they did at the party to their father.

I’d love to know how their little brother felt when he saw his older sisters waddle in the door that way for the first time. I assumed that their family dynamic was about to change drastically.

[mikewozere]

The image links aren't working I think

[student]

Too bad these warnings are necessary: https://9gag.com/gag/aAyx359

Coffee is hot!

There is a legitimate reason to put super glue on skin: https://www.verywellhealth.com/super-gl ... ts-3120822

Reality is freakier than fiction! Fiction has to be plausible.

[EddieDavidson]

I edited the stories and revised.

Images here

[EddieDavidson]

"But, I poop from there."

[EddieDavidson]

"You aren't worthy enough to look at my lovely tits!"

[EddieDavidson]

I love the suppressed smile by how ridiculous this is.

[EddieDavidson]

I made about a hundred photos but I only chose a handful for the story. This is one of the alternative covers.