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Oftentimes, strange and unconventional desires lurk beneath the veneer of normalcy many individuals project. Given the right set of circumstances, these desires cease to be repressed — and are eventually acted out.
Certain individuals attempt to retaliate against the increasing necessity to comply with society’s demands by embracing unorthodox modes of behavior. Subcultures exist in our society, catering to a wide range of tastes. If these cultural avenues of expression did not exist, the pressure to conform would become too much for some people to bear and the consequences would be devastating.
Vickie Williams — the heroine of SORORITY SLAVEGIRLS — is an unwilling victim of a subculture. Caught up in a covert world she never dreamed existed, Vickie struggles to free herself until she comes to understand the ultimate value of her new experience.
Vickie Williams wiped her palms on her dress, inhaling deeply while keeping her knees modestly together. Why were these awful feelings happening to her again? Her body was doing terrible things to her! The tips of her tits were so hard they seemed about to poke right through her bra. Her young virgin cunt was moving as if it had a will of its own. Its full, pliant outer lips curled and trembled as her clit popped to the surface.
When she shifted position in the soft living room chair, Vickie could feel the velvety surfaces of her snatch rubbing together, making her shiver all over. Chills swept over her body as she watched the two young men talking quietly in the corner.
This was the first night of rush on UCLA campus. Vickie had been sought after by several sororities primarily because of her father’s judicial position on the Los Angeles federal court. Now she sat nervously in the elaborately furnished living room of Phi Delta Omega, intimidated by most of the young actives who moved effortlessly and gracefully around her.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.