<b>Karla Sufu - Juli's private bedroom, her own room, Briefly to the basement, then waiting outside the dining room<br/>
</b><br/>Karla rolled over and opened her eyes, letting out a soft yelp as her ass was prodded and her earlobe bit. "Ow! Hey, no fair, boss-lady....!" She yawned and stretched, rolled out of bed and reached up to touch the ceiling, muscles rippling beneath her coffee coloured skin. She was covered in bruises and bite marks, everywhere except her arms and shoulders. Her one vanity, her tats, no-one, not even the love of her life, was allowed to touch. The beta-bitch did a few quick jumping jacks, that set everything in the room shaking, then dropped to the floor to do fifty push-ups, thirty sit ups and twenty leg-lifts. "Ugh. Gonna hit the gym after we break the newbies in. Might tale one or two of them to use as free weights!" She grinned,and followed her owner into the bathroom.<br/><br/>To Karla, Juli was her owner. She had dedicated her life to the other, and nothing short of death would change that. At least in Karla's mind. She often had serious reservations about whether her affection and loyalty were returned, but that was not something she worried about. Plus she enjoyed the open relationship the two of them had, both taking pleasure from the littles that came in. And now Ju was the top Alpha bitch, and karla was her enforcer. She grinned as she watched Juli dress herself, knowing the bitch went commando just to tease her. She quickly showered, rinsing off the sweat and gurlcum from last night, not really too bothered if she smelled appetizing. (Unlike the bacon which was making her drool). her hair was a tight black tangle and she used some gel that she kept in her mistress' bathroom for just such occasions to sculpt it into something that only looked a bit like she just had sex, rather than being a dead giveaway. Still naked, she grinned. "See you at breakfast, my love."<br/><br/>Still naked, she opened the door and strode unconcerned across the landing to her own room. Like most seniors, this one had a bed that was easily big enough for three if you didn't mind being cosy. The en suite was no where near as nice as Juli's, but it was good enough. At least she could fit in the bath! She opened the wardrobe and took out the uniform. Some girls had trouble with the size of the shirt and skirt because their boobs and buts were too big. Karla had trouble with it because she was too tall, and too muscular. The shirt bulged in places one might expect a man's shirt to bulge, almost eclipsing her two modest female bulges. The skirt was the longest they had and it was still as short on her as the shorter skirts that the littles were (sometimes) allowed. She debated and then decided on her<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fi.pinimg.com%2Foriginals%2F10%2F5f%2F9c%2F105f9c70e9b26c31de5ab3d4b4504ed3.jpg&amp;hash=9b98ff0138033c35df6ae0935d7d7c1f" href="https://i.pinimg.com/originals/10/5f/9c/105f9c70e9b26c31de5ab3d4b4504ed3.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">panties with the teeth </a>printed on. That done, she headed down to the basement, and picked up the  two 6' long benchs, tucked one under each arm and carried them easily back to the main lounge room, that had a door directly from the basement and another directly to the dining room. She waited then for Juli to introduce her and invite the pledges to sit.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center">===================================================​</div><br/><b>Jackie Judge - Kitchen, then dining hall</b><br/><br/>Jackie was really not someone you wanted in the kitchen, especially when there was anything animal based on the menu. The Sophomor vet took great delight in explaining exactly what part of the pig the bacon was from, and exactly what went into sausages. The fact that she was busy scrambling up a mess of hen periods didn't bother her in the least and she gleefully pointed this out, adding a little more milk and expounding all the nasty diseases that cows have that can be passed on to humans if milk isn't pasteurised properly... Of course being a vet student wasn't as in depth as med, but it had given her a good enough understanding of the anatomy of around 80% of the world's higher life forms to know what went where on the Chimpanzee's nearest relative. Which was useful if you were a sadistic bitch. She looked up as there was noise from the dining room. "Ooh, looks like the main course is starting to arrive".<br/><br/>She grinned and dumped the scrambled eggs into a big serving bowl, then helped herself to a spoonful. "Hmm. Pretty good." She carried the bowl out and put it on the table. At 5'1" and skinny, her tee shirt hung on her like a dress. She's asked Juli for permission to not bother with the skirt and had endured a spanking for her trouble. So she wore the skirt, and had spent some time last night taking the teeshirt's hem up a bit. One thing being a vet student had taught her was how to sew.<br/><br/>She hadn't bothered with panties, wanting to give the pledge she was assigned instant access to her naughty bits! She stood behind the chairs on the returner side of the table, as the others Big Sisters brought out the bacon, sausages, pancakes, and the rest of the food, and set it on the table, then lined up with her. She nudged Lexi. "Some nice tottie coming in, hmm?"<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center">===================================================​</div><br/><b>Mary Deen - Shared Bedroom, then dining room</b><br/><br/>Mary was not really a legacy pledge, not really. Her aunt had been to the uni and had pledged to this sorority, and had failed. dropping out  of not just the sorority but the university, at the end of her freshman year. Not something Mary was proud of, not something shje would volunteer. Her aunt had a different surname and looked totally different anyway, so if anyone looked her up, it would make no difference. The curious email telling her to join Lambda Epsilon Sigma still had her puzzled. Looking at the rest of the girls, Mary felt totally out of place. The others were all tall and pretty, and she was short, dumpy and geeky.<br/><br/>She rolled out of bed after most of the others, pulled off her pyjamas, wondering if she would get a chance to shower. Apparently not. Five minutes in bra and panties. She rummaged through the drawer she's been allocated for her clothes, found something that at least looked reasonably like the sort of lingerie the others were wearing. Most of her underwear was utilitarian and comfortable.  She shrugged and followed the herd down to the dining area. Breakfast certainly smelled good. She fought back a desire to dive right in. Manners. She sighed and smiled randomly at the girls standing on the other side of the table.  What was this all about? Why in their underwear? Mary really had no idea.