<b>Karla Sufu - Dining Hall</b><br/><br/>Karla was just a little disappointed that only one of the young ladies required assistance to sit on the bench. It seemed, though that they had a virgin in their ranks. How bizarre! She smirked as the bench began vibrating and there were cries and moans of what presumably was pleasure from the littles. That would never do. Couldn't have them<i>enjoying</i>this. Juli ordered the bench turned off again and told the pledges to stand, swap places and ... Karla grinned. This was a bit she had been looking forward to ever since Ju had shared her plans. Lucy Collins flat out refused. Karla grinned and stepped forward, she glared at the red-head, from inches away, not touching her, yet. "Do you know what the punishment is for refusing a direct order from the president of the sisterhood?" Karla always had trouble saying the word sorority - it always came out as sorry tittie. So she said "Sisterhood" instead. "Do you? I will tell you..." Her voice was soft but it carried to the others. "Expulsion from the sisterhood, your name added to the floor of shame, no other sisterhood will have you, and whenever anyone from any sisterhood sees you they will deride you and spit at you. But first, you will be made to carry out the order you refused anyway..."<br/><br/>She grinned. "Now, do you want to loose that 'I'm so much fucking better than the rest of you' attitude and get the fuck on with it, or shall I force that thing down your fucking throat?"<br/><br/>She stood, towering over Lucy, arms folded, muscles rippling under the incongruously feminine tee shirt. "Well?"<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center">===================================================​</div><br/><b>Jackie Judge - Dining hall<br/>
</b><br/>Jackie watched with glee as the poor little things realised they would have to put their mouths on a dildo that had just been in someone else's cunt. She laughed out loud when one of the girl's flat out refused and  the Prez' tame gorilla was instantly in the stuck-up bitch's face. "I think you girls are working on a wrong assumption." She called out. "You had no problems sucking them before, what's different now? What? You thought they were<i>clean</i>? BWAHAHA! What gave you that idea?"<br/><br/>She grinned as she saw the realisation strike. Of course, Jackie hadn't been in on the planning (She was just glad she had joined<i>last</i>year, before Juli became president by an overwhelming vote that some people afterwards claimed (briefly) was rigged.) so she didn't actually<i>know</i>what had been done to those dildos before they were stuck to the bench,  but it was a fairly safe bet she was right that each one had been in someone's orifice. And even if it wasn't true, it didn't actually matter. The pledge's didn't know any different.<br/><br/>A cute brunette was first to call out for help, Jackie smirked and stepped around the table, as Karla was clearly still busy. The diminutive sophomore squatted down beside Lilly. "Wassamater, shugga. You habbin' twubble gettin' de nasty big cock in your teeny widdle moufie-woufie? Dat's okay. I'm here, I'll help you." She smirked as she stroked the girl's long brown hair, not dissimilar to her own. Remembered pain and humiliation when she'd finally grown it long enough to be grabbed and pulled on. Jackie brushed the thoughts aside. Now. Concentrate on now! "Open your mouth as wide as you can and close your eyes. That's a good girl!" She gently guided the girl's mouth over the tip of the shaft, then her fists tightened in Lilly's hair, shoved down hard, held the girl there for a second, listening to her gag. "Swallow, fuck-slut, you have to swallow, get it oast the gag reflex. Let's try that again." She pulled Lilly's head up until the tip of the dildo was just in her mouth, then shoved down hard again. She kept that up until Lilly's lips kissed the slim-covered base of the shaft.<br/><br/>As she thrust up and down she muttered, "You better get this soon, fuck-slut, because my breakfast is getting cold and I'm hungry!"<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center">===================================================​</div><br/><b>Mary Deen - Dining hall</b><br/><br/>She couldn't believe she'd actually gotten away with it. But no-one had said she<i>couldn't</i>. She was going to be majoring in law, probably specialising in corporate law, because that was where the big money was. She would pass the bar exams and become a legal associate to a big time lawyer, learn how it was really done and.... "Eeeeee!" The squeal of surprise interrupted her train of thought, not just derailing it but sending it crashing down the mountainside to explode at the bottom.  Her pussy was still hurting from having the thing shoved unceremoniously into it. Being a virgin at her age was unusual, yes, but not entirely unheard of, she just hadn't found the right man yet.<br/><br/>The sudden surge of vibrations under her and deep inside her was actually nice, but for some reason the most intense feeling was where the dildo was pressed against her torn hymen, and that send waves of fire up her spine into her brain.<br/><br/>It stopped too soon and they were ordered to stand and change places. Mary grimaced at the next order but the woman she'd swapped with just flat out refused. Mary didn't blame her, the shaft wasn't one of the biggest by any means, 8" long but only an inch and a half wide. But the entire length was smeared with her blood, of which there was a small puddle at the base. "Sorry," She whispered, but her apology was probably drowned out by the big black woman with the tattoos who began laying the law down. Mary watched as one of the other girls was "helped". That wasn't something Mary wanted. The shaft that Lucy had got off was the same length as the one Mary had sat on but half an inch wider. There was only one thing for it. She squatted down, closed her eyes, held her nose and opened her mouth, used her free hand to guide the thing into her mouth.<i>Deep throat. </i>She'd heard girls in highschool use the term, had always wondered what it meant. In this context she had a fair idea. The thing touched her uvula and she gagged, coughed, swallowed reflexively and suddenly it was in. Had it really been that easy? The taste was not something she was particularly enjoying, but if she were honest with herself it was the taste of the plastic she didn't like.<br/><br/>The feeling of the thing in her throat was weird. And she couldn't breathe.<i>Idiot, let go of your nose! </i>She did and breathed a deep lung full of air, which felt so good. Being allowed to breathe was an amazing privilege, she decided. But the shaft wasn't all the way in. It hurt a little as she pushed it further, stretching her oesophagus, until her nose touched the bench.