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Her wardrobe was full of clothes, of course. Should she be wearing a sexy crop-top? A summer dress? A tight sweater? Just something low-cut? Classes had ended early, giving Shay a lot more time to decide what to wear for the initiation. She needed it, for the most important night of her life, she'd need to look her best, especially for the Master who chose her.

Would it be the one who showed her that she was destined to be a Beta? She couldn't remember his name any more, but she could easily remember the feeling of him inside her, the feeling of being a good slave for him. She could remember how it felt when he brainwashed her, when she was emptied and taught that she was a plaything, and would be happy to be a plaything.

Shay had never been a sorority girl. She liked to party, but she never felt like she needed to do it often. Girls as hot as her didn't exactly need to put in much effort to get a nice bedwarmer when they wanted, and Shay only really went out when her libido was high, or when a friend was doing a particularly interesting thing. But last night she'd been convinced by Ali, a friend from the modelling agency she did some work for, to come along to a Beta Epsilon event. They'd only gotten well-known recently as a big party house, so she'd gone along out of interest, and a wish to get away from end of semester work.

It turned out the Tri-Alpha frat was also invited. She'd heard of them, but never seen them at the bars around time, they stuck to their exclusive parties. They were, fittingly, the alpha dogs on campus. Each was a high-flyer on a sports team, 3.5 GPA or higher, and at least a 9/10 on hotness. She danced and she caught up with some girls she hadn't seen since Ali's birthday half a dozen weeks ago. She drank a bit and she checked out the goods, even without her minor case of beer goggles all of the lads on show were worth taking home. She smiled to herself, thinking about which one to target, what moves to pull to get him to pay attention (and she gave some thought to moves later). She took another sip, her piling work forgotten. She was there to have fun.

And then a guy came up to her without her even needing to do anything. That proved her thesis she was hot enough to get guys without trying - she hadn't even dressed up! Not only was he very nice to look at, but he was actually pretty cool to talk to. He understood when she talked about her major, he was funny, and a master of getting innuendo into the conversation. In less than twenty minutes she was sheepishly following him into the bedrooms upstairs.

And then in what she first thought was some weird foreplay, he got out a VR headset. They kneeled on the floor and he put on the clunky thing. It covered most of her blushing face and after a moment of blackness a cheap-looking racer appeared, with an odd psychedelic background. Shay wondered what the hell was going on, but as his strong hands wrapped around her waist and her body heated in excitement she went along with it anyway. As the car drove, her head tilting to move it, the background turned into a colourful spiral. She started to hear faint words in the background music.

Obey. Join the Beta Epsilon sorority, the only one good enough for the Tri-Alphas. Those girls were the only ones who were sexy enough to get with these guys because they controlled them. Join the sorority. Obey. Become. Submit. Most importantly, allow this. Brainwashing was good for her. Brainwashing would leave her just as she wanted: happy, blank, and empty.

Shay started to notice the words. But she didn't mind. It was still weird, but if it'd end with her in bed with this hot stuff, did it really matter? Besides, she was starting to agree with the words. She was hot, she deserved to be with other hot girls. And only hot girls like her deserved to have a Tri-Alpha. And the Alphas deserved whatever they want. They wanted her. He wanted her. And she wanted him, and would submit to anything he wanted to taste him... to feel him...

The background just kept spinning and spiraling as the sounds played that told her to submit. That she had to obey. That no matter win or lose, she must obey. To join and become, and as the guy explored her body and had his way, even she knew she couldn't last long, she was close to her breaking point already.

She couldn't help but watch. It was too strong for her. Too strong for anyone. A small part of her mind kept fighting, but that was her most analytical aspect. It also knew it was too late. Soon she would break, and become a slave. Soon she would be permanently changed into a slutty party girl. It disgusted her, but the arousal that the thought also brought told her it really was too late. She was starting to believe. This brainwashing is what she wanted. It was good to be blank.

The new Shay, in the present, chose a nice denim number which showed off her flawless skin and held tight to her curves. She would put on a good show for the Alphas this time. She'd showed one what her body could do, and they would surely all know what sort of slave they had their hands on now, but she wanted them all to see her. She wanted them to lust over her, so they would fight over who would claim her. She wanted only the best Alpha to become her Master. She wanted to be the personal toy of the most dominant, the most attractive guy. She wanted him to show her off at every party, have her seduce other girls into wild threesomes, make other guys explode with jealousy at the beauty and sensuality he commanded, and be used as a reward for other Alphas who did great things for the frat. And every night she would service him or the companion he chose for her as he wished, and she would be infinitely happy to do so. It was her place as a Beta, she would be impossibly hot, excessively fun, the top of the social ladder - but always in complete deference and obedience to her only superiors.

But first she needed to actually become a Beta. Just being given the headset wasn't enough, she would have to go to their weekly party, put on a good enough performance that the Alphas had no second thoughts, and go through the official initiation. Only then would an Alpha claim her as his. Only then would her wish be fulfilled and her happiness follow.

She came to the party 30 minutes late, having made sure her makeup was completely on point. Music was already blasting. Drinks were already flowing. Shay threw herself into the throng. She drank more than she had all year. She sweated it out grinding on the dancefloor. She made out with Ali (who was in a simple white dress to show off her alabaster skin, but not outdo Shay's effort) to the cheers of a crowd of Alphas. She slut-dropped and downed vodka shots. She got on tables and dragged anyone standing off to the side into her debauchery. This is what she was meant to be. She would lead her life, but she would be the life of the party. She would be the shining example of a Beta. She would study, but she would go hard at every opportunity. She would show off her body and bring others into the fold.

Shay smiled in deep contentment as Alphas walked past her, their eyes wandering hungrily about her body, as she retreated to Ali's room for the initiation.

In came the sorority president, Cybele, a beautiful straight-haired brunette with perfect white skin and a round face as cute as it was strikingly alluring. She was the first Beta to become a servant of the Alphas, and was the chosen plaything of their own leader. Deep within Shay, a desire burned to join Cybele in her bed with the Alpas' president, to join her in the highest form of service and pleasure. That was Shay's only goal now, to obey and please well enough to become second only to her.

She was snapped out of her fantasy as the pledge started.

She vowed to always respect the rules of the Beta house.

She vowed to come to at least four parties a week.

She vowed to support her sisters through thick and thin.

And then she vowed to serve the Alphas with her body, and her chosen owner with her entire self.

She was presented with an ornate box by Ali. Inside was an inscription of the Beta Epsilon rules, with their new purpose very recently embedded. There was a beautiful necklace there as well. On the outward facing side it had the Beta Epsilon logo, but on the side facing her heart was the Tri-Alpha logo, the same one she had seen at the end of the game last night. It was a brand, it would keep her aware at all times who she truly belonged to.

Shay put on the necklace, and she broke.

That rational part of her mind which had been silently fighting all night against her strange actions finally silenced itself. The bliss and obedience running through her had finally worn it down. She smiled widely, and opened her legs as she faced the door. The Alphas filed in, and she wanted every one to fuck her, to mark her with their scent, as their territory, as their toy to do with as they wished. She would love every minute. She was theirs.

And the Alpha who had won the semester's chess-beer pong league ('a true gentleman's sport') stepped forward, took her relatively small frame in his wide, powerful arms, and carried her to the room where she would be claimed.

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The first request of the week is from inasensegone who wanted to see Shay Mitchell brainwashed by a frat to become a good little party girl for them!

Description
Her wardrobe was full of clothes, of course. Should she be wearing a sexy crop-top? A summer dress? A tight sweater? Just something low-cut? Classes had ended early, giving Shay a lot more time to decide what to wear for the initiation. She needed it, for the most important night of her life, she'd need to look her best, especially for the Master who chose her.

Would it be the one who showed her that she was destined to be a Beta? She couldn't remember his name any more, but she could easily remember the feeling of him inside her, the feeling of being a good slave for him. She could remember how it felt when he brainwashed her, when she was emptied and taught that she was a plaything, and would be happy to be a plaything.

Shay had never been a sorority girl. She liked to party, but she never felt like she needed to do it often. Girls as hot as her didn't exactly need to put in much effort to get a nice bedwarmer when they wanted, and Shay only really went out when her libido was high, or when a friend was doing a particularly interesting thing. But last night she'd been convinced by Ali, a friend from the modelling agency she did some work for, to come along to a Beta Epsilon event. They'd only gotten well-known recently as a big party house, so she'd gone along out of interest, and a wish to get away from end of semester work.

It turned out the Tri-Alpha frat was also invited. She'd heard of them, but never seen them at the bars around time, they stuck to their exclusive parties. They were, fittingly, the alpha dogs on campus. Each was a high-flyer on a sports team, 3.5 GPA or higher, and at least a 9/10 on hotness. She danced and she caught up with some girls she hadn't seen since Ali's birthday half a dozen weeks ago. She drank a bit and she checked out the goods, even without her minor case of beer goggles all of the lads on show were worth taking home. She smiled to herself, thinking about which one to target, what moves to pull to get him to pay attention (and she gave some thought to moves later). She took another sip, her piling work forgotten. She was there to have fun.

And then a guy came up to her without her even needing to do anything. That proved her thesis she was hot enough to get guys without trying - she hadn't even dressed up! Not only was he very nice to look at, but he was actually pretty cool to talk to. He understood when she talked about her major, he was funny, and a master of getting innuendo into the conversation. In less than twenty minutes she was sheepishly following him into the bedrooms upstairs.

And then in what she first thought was some weird foreplay, he got out a VR headset. They kneeled on the floor and he put on the clunky thing. It covered most of her blushing face and after a moment of blackness a cheap-looking racer appeared, with an odd psychedelic background. Shay wondered what the hell was going on, but as his strong hands wrapped around her waist and her body heated in excitement she went along with it anyway. As the car drove, her head tilting to move it, the background turned into a colourful spiral. She started to hear faint words in the background music.

Obey. Join the Beta Epsilon sorority, the only one good enough for the Tri-Alphas. Those girls were the only ones who were sexy enough to get with these guys because they controlled them. Join the sorority. Obey. Become. Submit. Most importantly, allow this. Brainwashing was good for her. Brainwashing would leave her just as she wanted: happy, blank, and empty.

Shay started to notice the words. But she didn't mind. It was still weird, but if it'd end with her in bed with this hot stuff, did it really matter? Besides, she was starting to agree with the words. She was hot, she deserved to be with other hot girls. And only hot girls like her deserved to have a Tri-Alpha. And the Alphas deserved whatever they want. They wanted her. He wanted her. And she wanted him, and would submit to anything he wanted to taste him... to feel him...

The background just kept spinning and spiraling as the sounds played that told her to submit. That she had to obey. That no matter win or lose, she must obey. To join and become, and as the guy explored her body and had his way, even she knew she couldn't last long, she was close to her breaking point already.

She couldn't help but watch. It was too strong for her. Too strong for anyone. A small part of her mind kept fighting, but that was her most analytical aspect. It also knew it was too late. Soon she would break, and become a slave. Soon she would be permanently changed into a slutty party girl. It disgusted her, but the arousal that the thought also brought told her it really was too late. She was starting to believe. This brainwashing is what she wanted. It was good to be blank.

The new Shay, in the present, chose a nice denim number which showed off her flawless skin and held tight to her curves. She would put on a good show for the Alphas this time. She'd showed one what her body could do, and they would surely all know what sort of slave they had their hands on now, but she wanted them all to see her. She wanted them to lust over her, so they would fight over who would claim her. She wanted only the best Alpha to become her Master. She wanted to be the personal toy of the most dominant, the most attractive guy. She wanted him to show her off at every party, have her seduce other girls into wild threesomes, make other guys explode with jealousy at the beauty and sensuality he commanded, and be used as a reward for other Alphas who did great things for the frat. And every night she would service him or the companion he chose for her as he wished, and she would be infinitely happy to do so. It was her place as a Beta, she would be impossibly hot, excessively fun, the top of the social ladder - but always in complete deference and obedience to her only superiors.

But first she needed to actually become a Beta. Just being given the headset wasn't enough, she would have to go to their weekly party, put on a good enough performance that the Alphas had no second thoughts, and go through the official initiation. Only then would an Alpha claim her as his. Only then would her wish be fulfilled and her happiness follow.

She came to the party 30 minutes late, having made sure her makeup was completely on point. Music was already blasting. Drinks were already flowing. Shay threw herself into the throng. She drank more than she had all year. She sweated it out grinding on the dancefloor. She made out with Ali (who was in a simple white dress to show off her alabaster skin, but not outdo Shay's effort) to the cheers of a crowd of Alphas. She slut-dropped and downed vodka shots. She got on tables and dragged anyone standing off to the side into her debauchery. This is what she was meant to be. She would lead her life, but she would be the life of the party. She would be the shining example of a Beta. She would study, but she would go hard at every opportunity. She would show off her body and bring others into the fold.

Shay smiled in deep contentment as Alphas walked past her, their eyes wandering hungrily about her body, as she retreated to Ali's room for the initiation.

In came the sorority president, Cybele, a beautiful straight-haired brunette with perfect white skin and a round face as cute as it was strikingly alluring. She was the first Beta to become a servant of the Alphas, and was the chosen plaything of their own leader. Deep within Shay, a desire burned to join Cybele in her bed with the Alpas' president, to join her in the highest form of service and pleasure. That was Shay's only goal now, to obey and please well enough to become second only to her.

She was snapped out of her fantasy as the pledge started.

She vowed to always respect the rules of the Beta house.

She vowed to come to at least four parties a week.

She vowed to support her sisters through thick and thin.

And then she vowed to serve the Alphas with her body, and her chosen owner with her entire self.

She was presented with an ornate box by Ali. Inside was an inscription of the Beta Epsilon rules, with their new purpose very recently embedded. There was a beautiful necklace there as well. On the outward facing side it had the Beta Epsilon logo, but on the side facing her heart was the Tri-Alpha logo, the same one she had seen at the end of the game last night. It was a brand, it would keep her aware at all times who she truly belonged to.

Shay put on the necklace, and she broke.

That rational part of her mind which had been silently fighting all night against her strange actions finally silenced itself. The bliss and obedience running through her had finally worn it down. She smiled widely, and opened her legs as she faced the door. The Alphas filed in, and she wanted every one to fuck her, to mark her with their scent, as their territory, as their toy to do with as they wished. She would love every minute. She was theirs.

And the Alpha who had won the semester's chess-beer pong league ('a true gentleman's sport') stepped forward, took her relatively small frame in his wide, powerful arms, and carried her to the room where she would be claimed.

-----

The first request of the week is from inasensegone who wanted to see Shay Mitchell brainwashed by a frat to become a good little party girl for them!