The Initiation

Starring my favorite assistant @MagicalFirefly

Carlie had to check again. Her outfit was provided by the Kappa sisters, as she was told she’d have to wear it for the final stage.

When Carlie graduated, she wanted to go to this University to be a part of this Sorority.  They had done so many good, worthwhile things, and the girls that were a part of it always seemed to be having a good time, no matter what they were doing.

So, when Carlie was invited to pledge, she did so, but was told something strange.  Pledges weren’t allowed to wear belly shirts or crop tops or anything like that.  She thought it was strange, but then she noticed that none of the sisters wore those kinds of things themselves.

There were 10 pledges with her, but, during Hell Week, about half of them dropped out.  Two of them left the night that they performed the Ritual of the Birds, basically having the sisters tickle the pledges until they couldn’t handle it anymore.  Quinn, the head of the sorority, had to admit she was impressed at how long Carlie lasted, clear until the ticklers were tuckered out.  She told Quinn that she actually liked being tickled and wanted some more.

Now the final five were given their “Sacrifice Outfits,” something that clearly went against the sorority rules.  Carlie basically wore a low-cut miniskirt and a top that only just covered her boobs with no underboob showing.

As the door opened, Carlie entered the Sacrificial Room.  None of the other girls came out of the room, but Carlie saw that every sister in there was wearing an outfit like hers, although theirs weren’t white.  Some wore mauve, some wore pink, some purple, but every sister had a hood and a mask on, as if they were trying to hide their identities.

But it was Quinn who spoke. “Carlie, you have bested all the challenges Kappa Phi Theta has to offer. You have proven yourself to be worthy of the final challenge, the sacrifice.  Behold.”

When she raised an arm, two of the sisters brought the “altar” forward.  Carlie looked at it, feeling a lump of unease in her stomach.  As they placed the altar, a slide door opened up, revealing something that looked like a steep drop.

Carlie never heard of any murders from the sorority, but were there disappearances?  That she didn’t know.  Sure, there were some who weren’t accepted, but they never talked about any of this.  Quinn turned Carlie to face her mask as Carlie realized something odd.  Yes, all of the girls were wearing something that exposed a lot of very trim and fit middles, but every one of them had a line around their waist, like it was something that marked them.

Quinn had Carlie’s attention. “Carlie, you must face the sacrifice to be a part of all this.  If you make it, you’ll know.”

Carlie swallowed her unease. There were those that knew where she was heading.  If she didn’t come back, they’d know something was wrong. “Okay.  What do I do?”

Quinn raised an arm and two of the sisters grabbed Carlie’s arms, wrenching her towards the altar. Carlie fought them for a moment, just for show.  Whatever this was, she was going to see it through.

One of the sisters took Carlie’s arms as they forced her onto the altar, raising them up above her head as they made her lay down.  She tied off her arms, spreading them apart, as the other sister removed her shoes, tickling her foot for a moment before tying her legs off too, spreading them. Carlie managed to stifle the fear she could feel.  Nothing was going to stop this; she was sure of it.

Then they unveiled the “sacrificial implement,” a giant buzzsaw.  Carlie knew her eyes were wide when she realized the saw was lined up with her middle, about where her waist was.

So, they were just going to bring it down to her?  Was that the big thing?  What was this all really about?

Carlie was looking at the menacing saw as Quinn, still in her mask, spoke again. “Carlie, you have one more chance to back out, but, if you do, you will not be allowed in Kappa’s halls again.”

Carlie’s breath shuddered. Maybe they’d just turn it on and try and scare her.  She kept running through all the possible options before she said her decision. “Do it.”

Quinn, herself, turned the buzzsaw on.  Carlie tried to face the spinning monster as Quinn began to lower it slowly.  Carlie watched as the blade came closer, expecting Quinn to turn it off at any moment.  She could even feel the wind from the spinning blade as it came incredibly close to her body.

The moment it touched her; Carlie screamed in pain.  Fire shot through her body, every part of her howling in agony.  But a moment later, the pain was gone.  Carlie looked down at her body in wonder.

She could actually still feel the spinning blade about an inch into her at this point.  There was no blood, nothing that indicated her body was being torn to shreds, but she knew it.  She could feel it.

As Quinn continued to lower the blade into her, Carlie felt something else that completely surprised her, and it kept building.  She felt pleasure, very good feeling as the blade made its way through her body.  And the pleasure only intensified the further it went through.

Carlie heard herself moaning as the blade passed the halfway point, feeling so thoroughly wonderful she couldn’t understand it.  How could having your body sawn in half feel good?

As it hit her spine, Carlie was begging for it to continue, but she felt the saw leave her back.

Quinn stopped the blade and Carlie could breathe again.  She didn’t know she was holding her breath, but she knew something had totally changed. After all, there was a huge buzzsaw sticking through her waist.

Quinn smiled as she took her mask and hood off, beaming at Carlie as she did so. “Well done Carlie. How do you feel?”

Carlie caught on. “So all of you have been sawn in half?”

Quinn reached down to the line on her waist, tugging at it before Carlie heard the unmistakable sound of Velcro.  Quinn’s body began to separate. “We’re still sawn in half Carlie, and we’d like you to be one of us.”

Carlie knew she could still feel that pleasure. “For how long?”

Quinn shrugged, putting her body back together again. “For as long as you’re a Kappa, but there are a few rules.  First, you can never tell anyone about this.  The sole exception is when you get married.  Second, you have to take an oath to do nothing but good.”

Carlie nodded, then thought of something. “Can you untie me and get me one of those Velcro patches.”

As Carlie said this, all the other girls took their hoods and masks off, including, to Carlie’s surprise, the other initiates.

Yes, Carlie was going to really like this sorority.