Adult-FanFiction.org : Television / Streaming

THE GOLDBERGS – CONTROL ANYONE – GET A HEAD.	By : Eddie_Davidson Category: -Misc TV Shows > General Views: 8372 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Goldbergs or have any association with the official TV production or content. I do not make any money from this. This is purely a work of fanfiction.

Chapter List
- 5
- 6
- 7
THE GOLDBERGS – CONTROL ANYONE – GET A HEAD.
Chapter Six

DINNER WITH THE GOLDBERGS: As told by Erica Goldberg
"Well fella's you've finished your food," Pops looked around the table after my Mom and dad went upstairs abruptly. His presence was stabilizing around my brothers and their friends. At least with him there, they had to show restraint around him.
If I did not tell you already, I was deeply embarrassed to have my grandfather at the dinner table while I served as perverted entertainment in the nude. He looked as amused as he was shocked. He told me once that at his age it would kill him if he started getting upset about petty little shit. “I learned to let things go! It was the best thing I ever did,” he told me once a long time ago.
"I will clear the dishes," Geoff immediately offered to clean the table when my Grandpa signaled the dinner was over. I was relieved my humiliating ordeal was going to come to a close and yet I was strangely excited about doing it all over again tomorrow.

The rest of Barry’s friends stretched their arms out and yawned but declined to leave. Even Matt Bradley wanted to stay. He was probably a little high. He smokes a lot of pot.
"Nonsense! Erica," Adam ordered me to clear the table and snapped his fingers.
I should mention that I usually am pretty lazy and never clear the table. Mom would love the help, but once we finish helping, she gives a big kiss and tells us how great we are for assisting her. Then she takes everything back out and puts everything away 'properly.'
I pretended my brain short-circuited a little.
"What about if instead, Geoff puts away the dishes and I eat?" I quipped. I couldn't help myself with my sarcastic wit, and Adam was gloating when he snapped his fingers. I wanted to wipe the smug off his face.
I had offered an alternative to an order that I didn't want to do. I felt as a technicality, it was fair. I knew it was cheating at the game. I was playing with Mom, but she was upstairs while I was downstairs, so I thought 'fair is fair!'
Adam seemed shocked and dismayed. He didn't expect me to offer an alternative for such a trivial matter. I could have blown the entire charade with my little joke.
"Sorry, I'll clean the kitchen," It was strange hearing myself apologize non-sarcastically to my little brother. It almost sounded like it was coming from a different person when I said it. "I must be getting hungry. I am probably a little parched too. Will you make me some of that delicious tea?" I asked him.
Adam was no longer suspicious. He told me it was not a problem and said he'd be happy to make me tea.
Geoff still helped anyway, but he only got in my way. I groaned.
"Don't groan at Geoff," Adam said.
I made a different guttural sound of disgust and continued loading dirty dishes into the dishwasher.
"Eric, let your sister sit down and eat. She stood the entire time," Pops asked Adam to have mercy on me. My tummy was rumbling, and there was plenty of food leftover.
"I don't have any control over her," Adam lied with a smile that told Pops he was lying his ass off and believed he had total control over me. "She wants to do what I tell her is all," he said.
I wasn't sure if I wanted Barry and his friends to know he did have control over me. It might only encourage them to implore him for favors. At the same time, I enjoyed messing with their heads. I was happy to keep them delicately balanced and unsure why I was obeying Adam.
I felt like I was in on the joke even though I was the only one naked.
I agreed with Adam that it was alright and that I didn't mind. I could eat later. I wanted to play fairly by the mind control rules my Mom, and I agreed upon.
"Then tell her to sit and eat. Erica," Pops held out a 100 Grand Bar for me and told me to take it. Pops loved to make the joke he was going to give you 100 grand, and then just when you got excited he would hand you a candy bar instead of the money. "Have a hundred grand!" Pops made his lame joke for the 100,000th time as I reached out for the bar.
I wrinkled my nose cutely and giggled like I always did at Pop's jokes. He had been very kind to me in the past.
He held the bar for a moment and looked at me with an expression that suggested he was wondering if I knew what I was doing. I nodded that I did, and he released it.
"Tell her to stick the candy bar up her ass!" Barry demanded Adam do that.
"Why would I do that?" Adam chuckled.
"Yeah? Why would he do that with such a delicious candy bar?" Pops asked Barry and then offered him a bar of his own. Pops told me once a long time ago that he always carried Candy, Condoms, and Tissues.
"I find that depending on her age," Pop said wryly, "she'll need at least one of those things!"
I was eight at the time and had no idea what a condom was. My Grandpa liked to make dirty jokes. His motto was, "You only get the jokes you are supposed to get," because they often worked on one level for kids and a raunchier one for adults.
As an example, he once told a joke during Thanksgiving about an Englishmen, Irishman, and a Bear.
"The Englishman said he likes English Ladies, and the Irishman well he said he likes Irish Ladies," he said to us before asking what the Bear liked.
"Bear, Ladies!" was the right answer. A kid like me at the time would have thought that just meant a female bear. I know now that he was talking about naked girls.
"Tell her to stick it up her ass," Barry insisted while munching into his own 100 Grand Bar. I stuck a candy bar up his ass once when we were really little and told everyone it was poo-poo. I couldn't believe he was still mad about that! I knew exactly why he wanted me to do it.
He had just eaten an entire dinner. I barely had my candy bar unwrapped. "If she does it, then it proves she has to do what you tell her," Barry said.
"No," Adam smirked like a boy who owned all the toys and wouldn't let anyone else play with them.
I stood there in disgust as Barry encouraged his friends to chant, "Do it! Do it!". Andy and Naked Rob joined in, but Matt and Geoff remind cautiously silent.
"Why do I need to prove anything to you?" Adam sneered. I was glad he wasn't going to make me do it. "If I tell her to do it and she does, then it might be because you said it. How do I know you aren’t controlling my mind and making me think I am controlling Erica’s mind?” Adam offered whimsically.
My brother was stunned with that line of reasoning. Barry was easily stunned by Adam’s flim-flam fast talk.
I was grateful I wouldn't have to stick a candy bar up my ass. Adam’s intervention on my behalf was one of the reasons I didn’t dare let Adam order us to obey anyone else. I knew Barry would never stop at just a candy bar either. I love Chocolate! I was about to unwrap it and sink my teeth into the delicious bar when Adam told me to stop.
"Since Geoff is clearing the dishes. Why don't you eat?" he asked me.
"Thanks," I replied. I really didn't have to do anything my brother said, and yet I was grateful because I was enjoying this game on some level.
"I've fixed you some tea," he told me to drink it down quickly.
The tea was terrible. He hadn't even boiled the water. I pretended it was delicious and drank it down. He waited, expectantly. I'd almost forgotten what I was supposed to do.
I pushed my nose up and made a piggy noise. Everyone laughed, and I explained that I drank that so fast I am a little piggy.
I saw a look on Barry's face that suggested he thought there was more to the tea. I took the plate that Adam prepared for me and thanked him. I quickly scanned it for signs he might have spit in it or done something gross with my food.
Adam even pulled out a chair for me politely. I should have realized he was up to something by how cordial he was being. He told me it would be fun to try to lay across the chair and eat off the floor. "You don't want to get the table dirty," he smiled like the little pervert he is.
I knew exactly what he wanted to see. He wanted to see me bent over a chair with my ass up in the air like the cover girl in his favorite porno magazine. I had seen that girl many times when I went through my little brother's room. I was never looking for anything in particular. I was usually hoping to find something he may have taken of mine or something of his that I wanted. I was starting to wonder if I should have left his mind control pills well enough alone when I found them under his bed.
I did my best to push my tits out and hold that incredibly awkward pose. He wanted me to do it earlier today. I should have known he would eventually order me to do it.
It was less humiliating than squatting in a chair with my knees spread wide and a thumb up my ass but not by much. It was much more so because I knew my brother was looking at me the way he did his porno magazine girls.
I knew he was enjoying this but it made me feel so cheap and tawdry – like a total whore. I did it anyway though and I held the pose so that I could eat while lying flat on my belly like it was somehow more comfortable than sitting in a chair.
Even Pops was impressed with my athletic ability - at least I hoped it wasn't the fact that I just gave him a first-class ticket to watch my pussy lips part slightly and my butthole pucker.
He winked at me and told me that it was time for him to become a pumpkin. He leaned in close to me and whispered that if I ever found myself in need, he was only a phone call away.
I knew exactly what he was talking about. He had been there for me one time before, and the position I found myself in made me remember that time all too well. This is the story I've never told anyone, and I will burn your face with a curling iron if you ever tell anyone.
----------------------------
Flashback to Erica's Freshman Year at Penn Academy - As told by Erica Goldberg
I was so excited to be out of middle school. Barry and Adam were still there, and I was just starting my freshman year at Penn Academy.
I had yet to blossom - my chest was mostly flat. I had freckles, braces, and big square glasses. I was awkward, nerdy, and extremely clumsy. In some ways, that is why I sometimes stand up for Adam because I used to be in his shoes when I was his age.
There are two unofficial clubs at Penn Academy that remain an open secret. They were started by Quaker students in the 1800s and have continued over the years. In some ways, they are like famed Skull and Bones, Order of Gimghoul, Eucleian Society, or the NoZe Brotherhood.
These clubs make up quasi-fraternities or sororities that don't officially exist.
At Penn Academy, there is Beta House for the boys. A member of the club is automatically pledged to Beta Theta Pi at Penn State if they attend that school after graduation. They help each other with their careers and build strong relationships in this club that last for the rest of their lives.
Naturally, there are no official records of members, but it is rumored that Governors and Senators have all been members. Principal Ball attended Penn when he was young. Some people think he used to be the President of the Beta House back then. He seems a little too square to me. You have to be a jock or really handsome to even pledge.
Trilogy is the sister chapter. They are also known as DDD (Delta, Delta, Delta) in the Greek Alphabet. The sisters in the club are well aware of the double-entendre associated with DDD bra size. There are no ugly girls in Trilogy. They are all the most popular and prettiest girls in the school.
There are a lot of rumors and myths about what it takes to join and what happens if you do. I admit it sounded glamorous and exciting on some level. It was a huge status bump to be a member. There were also rumors about obscene sexual hazing rituals and massive orgies at old farmhouses. I dismissed them when I heard them. I didn't have any interest in that, and I didn't think a flat-chested band-geek like me would ever be invited anyway.
That is why I was surprised to receive a secret note written in Calligraphy on old parchment that invited me to pledge Trilogy. The note said to tell no one and that I would receive future instructions.
I immediately told my best friend, Lainey. She had recently moved next door to us with her parents. All of this happened before her parent's divorce.
Lainey received the same note, as well. I felt it somehow cheapened mine. I was worried mine might be a prank. Lainey assured me we both deserved to be in Trinity. It made more sense that Lainey would get an invite instead of me. Even as a Freshman Lainey looked hot. She was tall, blonde, and had pretty blue eyes. I considered myself lucky that day and went home and dreamed of my glorious Senior year as the President of Trinity, crushing it as the most popular girl in school. I looked like I do now only even hotter, and every boy wanted me, and every girl was jealous of me.
Over the next week, we each received a phone call. It was a girl's voice that I didn't recognize. She provided me with a location and a time and then hung up.
It was all so mysterious that now, even though I didn't have any inclination to join Trinity when I started at Penn Academy, it became my life's ambition. My mother isn't called a smother for nothing. She was constantly in my business, and I knew I had to keep this from her. I snuck out with an excuse and went to the location at the time I was given.
Lainey and ten other girls in my Freshman class were there too. It was a dirty old park. There was an envelope taped to a blue garbage can.
"Greetings, Dirty Dozen! You have been provided the opportunity to pledge Trinity this year. You will be given further instructions on when and where to meet. In the meantime, you must be prepared. You must be willing to do whatever it takes to complete our application process. In order to prove your loyalty to Trinity and House Beta and your worthiness to join our sisterhood, you must complete a perilous Concession week! If you fail to meet our standards, there are no excuses. There are no do-overs. There is only Trinity. You will be immediately dismissed and shunned," the note read.
There was a list of rules written on the back with the word "Not Optional!"
All body hair must be shaved at all times. Trinity girls must remain beautiful even if they are down in the mud.
You will wear a traditional concession skirt at school and at any school functions. There are no undergarments worn with this skirt. You will always curtsy when you greet Trinity or Beta House members.
If the skirt doesn't fit, then you don't belong.
You will be fitted with a corn cob. You had best be prepared to put it anywhere we tell you.
If the corn cob does not fit, then you don't belong.
You will be inspected to ensure compliance with our standards.
There are two daily challenges that you must complete. If you fail to attend or pass even one of those challenges, then you do not belong.
You must tell no one of your participation or the existence of our club.
Leaders for concession week will be identified and present at your orientation. You will obey them completely. They have universal authority to punish and to reward. Your Leaders will assign you a Concession name. You will address each other solely by your Concession name.
You will not have sex with anyone during concession week without our permission.
The note said to pass it around and make sure all of the pledges read it and then put it back in the envelope. I assumed someone from the club was hiding and watching us so they could take it after we left.
Some of the girls grumbled and expressed concern, but most were as excited as I was.
We were told we were forbidden from having vaginal sex all week. I was relieved. I didn't care about that anyway. I didn't have a boyfriend. Lainey looked disappointed.
"What do you think they mean by corn cob?" I asked her.
Another pledge held up an imaginary corn cob and lifted her leg while pretending to stick it up her butt.
I looked at Lainey to see what she thought about that. She shrugged as if it didn't matter to her.
My Mom is a hypochondriac in reverse. She thinks YOU have all the symptoms that she imagines. Over the years, she's given me suppositories and enemas, and it was never pleasant bending over and letting her stick them up my butt.
The only gratifying part about it would be when I'd pout and say, "Barry told me he was irregular too."
Moments later, I could hear him screaming in agony when my Mom shoved the medicine straight up his butt too! I could barely contain my giggles at Barry’s humiliation. I felt it served him right for laughing at me.

We had it all. My mom had an entire cabinet of medicine just for our asses. Preparation H tubed and suppository, Ex-Lax, Metamucil, Stool Softeners and Gold’s Athletic Foot Powder. (Don’t Ask! That was for the boys)

If she couldn’t clear what was blocking you then she pulled out the infamous red rubber bladder enema bag. She would stand over you while you were on all fours with an egg timer and tell you to hold your horses. “You better not spill a drop of that water!” then she’d lead you to the toilet and wait in the doorway while your ass exploded in the toilet. All the while my little brothers were running around laughing and giggling.

She made me wait five excruciating minutes with a tube up my ass. My belly filled with water like a water balloon about to pop. I still remember Adam running in one time and poking me in the stomach. I made him pay for it afterward. At the time, it was all I could not to crap on my mother’s shoes because she was standing right behind me looking at the egg timer. Adam could do no wrong in her eyes. She shushed him and told him to stop poking me.

It was the absolute worst but one of a long line of humiliating and embarrassing things my mother made us endure when we were little. They got their share of these butt-cures too! I made sure of that. I remember once my mom got a special cheese gift box from France. I opened it and let them go crazy and they were constipated the next day.

We didn’t see enemas as sexual. I was very naïve but I knew I didn’t want anyone watching me get one. Mom is the kind of lady that calls in the entire family to have a look at your butt when she can’t figure out what to do. “Murray, come in here,” she said to him while I was on the floor on all fours with my ass puckered in the air.

“I’ve given her three enemas and still no poo-poo, but she is blocked. What should I do?” Mom asked him.
“Why are you asking me for? Give it time. It will come out when it comes out. Stop playing Doctor,” Dad shouted angrily and walked out of the room.
“I could have been a Doctor you know,” I still remember her saying as he walked out of the room.
I was so naive back then that I didn't know anal sex was a thing! I really thought butts were exclusively made for pooping or having uncomfortable, waxy medicines shoved in them by your Mom.
As I was saying, I didn’t mind the idea of something going up my butt but I didn’t understand the point of it. Mom had cooled it on the enemas and suppositories as we got older because we could complain more loudly about it. She hadn’t entirely forgotten them either.

Mom quilted me into letting her give me one six months ago. My mom can be relentless until she gets her way. Can you imagine choosing to get naked and get on all fours and present your ass to your mother. Letting her stick a tube into your ass and fill your stomach with a quart or two of water. Waiting five minutes and then rushing to the bathroom to release it. Letting her repeat these steps until the water is clear all the while telling everyone how constipated you are?
Now imagine choosing to undertake that uncomfortable, humiliating experience rather than listen to my mother’s irate incessant complaining and guilt-trips? She knows she will eventually break you down and you’ll do it anyway.
So it isn’t altogether strange that in my family we would have ended up tricking Adam into thinking he was controlling our minds. He once blackmailed me with a video tape when we were little of me nerding out over Star Wars. He promised it would be shown on every assembly at school if I didn’t go with him to see Empire Strikes Back. I have to admit pretending he controls my mind is a lot more intensely humiliating but I wanted to make sure you understood that in my family – nothing really surprises me anymore.
“I am fine with sticking something up my butt if you are,” I smiled at Lainey. I was still that nerdy little girl who geeked out over Star Wars with my little brother at the time.

Lainey looked at me and smiled. She seemed hopeful that I would still want to do the orientation. I nodded that I was down if she was. We looked at each other nervously and giggled like the silly, foolish, naïve girls we really were. If this worked, we’d be in the most prestigious group of popular girls starting in our Freshman year. The future seemed so bright!
Lainey and I talked to the other girls, but most of them avoided us. A lot of the girls were upperclassman, and they didn't see us worthy enough to even be in the same pledge wave with them. We were on our own to prepare. It only strengthened my determination to prove them wrong and join their club.
"Do you want to practice?" Lainey asked me as we walked home.
"Practice what?" I asked.
"Practice whatever we think we need to do to win this Concession Week?" Lainey asked
"What does a Concession Week mean?" I asked my best friend while we walked home.
"I heard it was considered risqué' back when the Quakers came up with it. I think it means a hell week. You know? Like, they make your life hell?" Lainey asked.
"Why would they want to make our lives hell? We will be on their team. Wouldn't they want us to be happy?" I asked her.
"I think they want to see if you are willing to walk through hell to join them," Lainey said.
"Yeah, that makes sense," I said and took Lainey's hand. We skipped home and discussed the practice exercises we'd need to do to prepare to join this secret club. I was so excited!!!
That night I had a sleepover at Lainey's house. We changed in front of each other all the time, so we weren't shy around each other. She showed me how to shave. I was a little nervous at first and cut myself a few times.
When it came to shaving off my bush, it was an entirely different story. I found it extremely humiliating to be as bald as a baby's bottom. I have to admit that my pussy was a lot less sweaty. It also felt thrilling to be shaved because it was so naughty. Having a bald pussy also took away my maturity and made me look like a little girl. That was incredibly embarrassing. The only way I could rationalize it was that Lainey's pussy was shaved smooth, too, and juicy looked like a peach.
I didn't think about it at the time, but in the middle of the crack in the center of that peach was a two-inch long clit. I'd never seen a hairless pussy before this, and I didn't know if that was weird or not. It was very sensitive, and Lainey really liked to push on it until it was almost flat like she was squishing a bug.
I was used to changing in front of Lainey, but we grew incredibly comfortable with each other after doing that. Holding her pussy flaps open to shave her or letting her pluck the long hairs between my ass crack had required me to really open up with her. I had never even touched another girl's pussy.
We theorized a lot about what they might expect us to do during the concession week. We assumed they might really put a corn cob up our ass. We began small by sticking our fingers in our butts and holding our legs apart. We couldn't stop giggling, and Lainey's mom walked in us.
"Oh god," she said when she saw us on Lainey's bedroom floor naked with our legs apart and our fingers in our own butt. She shut the door abruptly and never asked us about it again.
We found a finger wasn't really anything to be concerned about. We quickly graduated to smooth, small household objects like a magic marker or a candle. We felt pretty confident we had mastered that until one day, Lainey showed me she had smuggled two uncooked ears of corn into her room. I knew she intended for us to use them to practice.
They looked much larger than anything I'd ever had in my butt before.
Lainey saw the look of terror on my face and chuckled. "I know! I wish they'd let us put these in our pussies," she said.
"Then you wouldn't be a virgin anymore!" I scoffed.
"What?" Lainey laughed at how absurd I was being and asked if I had ever used tampons.
I had only recently started, but I didn't consider that taboo.
Lainey didn't argue with me. She spread her legs and angled one of the corn cobs like she was guiding a man's cock into her pussy. She began to fuck it right in front of me. She told me it was fun.
I was ashamed and embarrassed. I didn't want to seem uptight, but I had never even thought about putting something like that inside of me. Lainey encouraged me to try it, and I felt like if she could do it, then I would too.
Her Dad caught us masturbating on her floor with corn cobs and playing with our tits in the nude.
He stood there and watched our frozen faces as we waited for him to do something. We stopped masturbating and didn't move a muscle for a full minute. No one said anything, and then he shut the door. He never mentioned it again.
"I thought we'd be busted!" I whispered to her without removing the corn from my pussy. I was enjoying it tremendously. "My parents would have definitely started screaming and shouting. I was shocked he didn't say anything to us!"
"He never does," Lainey shrugged without explanation.
Later that night, we tried to shove them in our butts. Our pussies were wet and had dripped down all over our assholes, and the corn was still slick from our juices. I didn't think I would ever be able to fit something as big as that in my tiny little butthole.
Lainey chuckled and asked me if I ever took a shit that big.
I blushed and told her I never look. Lainey looked at me knowingly and said that she knew I looked. "Everybody looks! Don't be embarrassed. Anything that can go out one way can go in the same way! It just takes persistence," she promised me that my ass was a two-way hole.
It was gross, but it strangely helped me to accept that it might be possible to accept the ear of corn up my ass. I wanted very badly to be as self-assured as Lainey. I think thanks to her and partially how things went with Trilogy that now I am much more confident than I have any right to be!
Lainey told me to breathe and relax, and then she gently slipped the ear of corn a few inches up my ass.
"I did it!" I roared in triumph.
Her annoyed parents shouted from their bedroom, "STOP DOING IT! WHATEVER IT IS!"
We both giggled with pride. I could visualize myself doing whatever it took to become a member of Trilogy as my confidence grew.
We also heard that they used wooden paddles to spank butts. My mom used shoes, wood cutting boards, belts, and just about anything at hand to spank butts. I thought I was ready for it.
Lainey told me they spank across the BARE butt. I brought over my mother's cutting board, and we practiced spanking each other across the ass in increments of ten. It smarted and stung, but it didn't hurt.
I told Lainey that her butt looked nice when it turned a light pink.
She said, "Your butt looks okay too!"
I didn't realize what she meant by that at the time.
----------------------------
FLASH FORWARD: A Training Montage of Young Erica and Lainey exploring each other's bodies, spanking each other, and giggling a lot. It ends a week in the future to when Erica and Lainey attend the Trilogy Orientation.
Erica and Lainey were assigned together with a group of girls called a 'pledge wave'. Trinity told them most girls weren't going to get into the club. They said they weren't looking for most girls - they were looking for the best. Trinity will only give a girl one chance to impress them. There would be no second opportunity for Erica or Lainey if they didn't take this one.

I won't bore you with all the school spirit and sisterhood stuff. I didn't want to join for that reason. The people that join these clubs form lifetime friendships and help each other advance their careers. I admit that was a nice bonus.
The real reason I wanted to join was because I wanted to be one of the coolest girls in the school. The idea that drove me to get rid of the brace-face band nerd image I had when I started school was that I wanted to end up in Trilogy.
Lainey and I did our makeup and dressed up nicely. We both made excuses and pretended to be sleeping over at each other's house that night. We didn't know when we'd get home. We could always tell our parents we had an argument and decided to come back home and sleep in our own beds.
We were as ready as we would ever be, and I was filled with anticipation at attending my orientation. It was after school in the BOYS locker room. It felt so taboo to come to walk into a bathroom door reserved for BOYS. I felt like such a rule breaker.
At first, I thought I had been tricked. I was ready to assume this had all been a cruel joke played on me to get my hopes up. The locker room was empty.
There were two members of Beta House waiting in the dark. The guys wore matching blue blazers. Josh "Turbo" Brittman was the Captain of the Football Team and very handsome. Donte "Hondo" Sutherland was a star running back. Hondo was one of the few black students currently attending Penn Academy. He was cool and different. Everybody loved them.
They asked Lainey and me for our papers, and we presented the invitations. I was thrilled even to be talking to them. They seemed like celebrities to me. They looked at us like we were nothing though. I didn’t care. I wanted to join Trilogy and make them look at us like we were something!
"Undress," Josh said.
"Wait? where are the other girls?" I asked angrily. It seemed fishy to me.
Lainey is smart, but she pretended to be a dim-witted bimbo and quickly stepped out of her clothes.
Josh looked at me. I know it was dangerous and risky, but I felt since Lainey did it that I could do it too. I undressed in front of these two senior boys.
All that preparation to put on our most elegant-dressy clothes was for nothing. They made us drop our clothes like they were dish rags on the dirty floor.
The dangerous situation, coupled with the attention of two of the most popular boys on campus, excited me. I just didn't want to admit it at the time. I kept my head down and stripped for them. They took our things and told us to walk into the shower room on the left.
I felt like a cow walking to her own slaughterhouse. "We should bail!" I whispered to Lainey.
"We are here now," she shrugged as she walked into the locker room. It seemed like a great place to get ambushed. I expected to get ambushed.
Instead, I saw ten naked girls with their hands behind their heads standing with their backs to us and their legs apart. They were facing two cheerleaders who looked at us with scorn on their faces.
"You are late, sluts!" one of the cheerleaders observed. We were right on time, though. "A Trilogy girl always cums often, and she cums early!" she told us with a very vampy tone in her voice. I didn't get the joke. We were told to join the line.
They told us that we were to refer to them as 'Leader' from now on because that is what they are doing - leading us. She said she was the Mistress of Arms of Delta. She introduced the other girl as the House President but told us not to bother learning their names because we would be calling them Leader.
We all knew who they were. They were the most popular girls in school.
"We are leading you dumb cunts to a bigger, better world filled with sister-ship and understanding. To get there, you are going to have to overcome obstacles that we intentionally put in your way. We are going to hurt you. We are going to push you. We are going to stretch you. We are going to hold you to a higher standard, and if you can't meet it, we are going to laugh at you and dismiss you. Does anyone have a problem with that?"
"No, Ma'am," The other girls replied in unison. I wondered if they had coordinated that crisp military-like response ahead of time.
They came around to each girl and inspected our bodies. They pulled our nipples and treated us roughly. The Leaders pulled our pussy lips apart and sniffed them. They'd usually say how disgusting they smelled or how big the cunts were. They pinched us on our sides and cheeks. They even sniffed us and looked in our mouths.
The Leaders made fun of our bodies while they looked at us and pointed out areas we needed to improve but didn't tell us how we'd ever get rid of a little cellulite or flab. They made fun of me a lot because I was a little chubby. My mom loved to overfeed me and make pudgy. She said I needed meat on my bones. It took me years to get over my obsession with food and I still wrestle with it. That’s why I wanted that candy bar so badly!
The only thing the Leaders found wrong with Lainey physically was her clit. "Oh honey, You are supposed to pledge Beta House. This is girls only," the other Leader pulled Lainey's clit out and played with it. She pretended it was a dick.
"Let me see that!" the Leader started squeezing it and led Lainey around the room with it.
"This Clit is like a leash. I can just grab it and pull you anywhere," the Leader was mean but very sexy. It was strangely arousing, watching her talk down to my best friend.
"Do you like to eat pussy?" the Leader asked her.
"Show me you can eat pussy like a girl, and I'll let you stay," she said. She pointed to the ground, and my friend Lainey knelt between her legs. "If you eat pussy like a man, then you have to get out of here with your tiny dick having ass!" she chuckled.
Lainey put her head under the leader's skirt and started touching herself.
The Leader looked pleased. I didn't know Lainey ate pussy. We didn't do that to train for this. I was not interested in girls sexually, but I was suddenly very interested in seeing how that felt.
The Leader assured us we'd all learn to suck cocks and eat pussy like proper Trilogy sisters. "You represent us. If you are going to give head, then I want you to give the best head anyone has ever had," she said.
"I don't want someone ever saying that he fucked a Trinity girl, and she wasn't that good," she laughed and pushed Lainey's head harder against her pussy.
The other leader took over critiquing us. She told me to bend over and spread my legs. She wanted to look right up my ass. She stuck her finger in my ass. I was ready for that. I wasn't prepared for her comment about all the dark skin I had between my legs. Her mean-spirited joke devastated my self-esteem. I wondered how they could make fun of us like this if they wanted us to be one of them. Then I rationalized it that my brothers and I make fun of each other all the time. I was the new girl. It was my turn to pay my dues!
There were full-length mirrors in the showers, and I looked over my shoulder at my ass. I didn't have a cute, pink little butthole like Lainey.
Mine looked like the rubber end of a black balloon. The skin around my anus was dark like gray soot. I was perfectly clean, but the skin discoloration made me feel so flawed and disgusting. I would have stuck my ass in bleach right then if I thought it would lighten it up.
The Leaders found issues with every girl there, though. They either had big feet, piggy-noses, or one of a dozen imperfections I had never really noticed until the Leaders pointed them out.
There was something undefinably exhilarating about being judged. They weren't just looking at the most intimate parts of our bodies. They were judging them and comparing them to other girls. There had to be winners and losers in those comparisons, and I wanted desperately to be a winner. I wasn't, but the few breadcrumbs of complements they gave me made it easy to accept all the ridicule they heaped upon me. Lainey told me that she loved that, too, after we were finished.
A few of the girls were brought to tears during this part of the orientation and left before they finished that first round. I still remember the Leader of Trilogy laughing at them on the way out and saying that we could finally begin now that the cows were marching home.
I had the sneaking suspicion we were being watched by the two Beta house members. It was my first introduction to real humiliation.
I'd been embarrassed before, but I had never been unable to vent my rage and seek vengeance. I had to hold my hands behind my head and just let them keep looking.
"Delta, Delta, Delta," the Leader held up three fingers and then made the circle shape of a hole each time. "Three holes! You ladies all have three holes! You have them with you at all times. They are a part of who you are. Trilogy
"Cum Hole," the leader tapped her own mouth. Cunt Hole," the leader tapped her crotch. She was wearing a sheer blue linen skirt. She lifted it to reveal her bald pussy to us. "Shit, Hole!" the leader spun around and pulled her bottoms up. She bent over for us.
I could see an ear of corn between her ass cheeks.
The leader made us repeat each name of our body parts as she walked around the room slowly and touched us. If she said "Shit Hole," the girl turned around to face everyone else if she could and bent over.
"I have on a traditional Delta skirt. If you are still in this wave of pledges by the end of our orientation, you will be honored with one," she waved the simple unhemmed wrap like it was an amazing piece of quality craftsmanship. It was little more than a towel with a snap on the side.
"These were traditionally worn by Quaker girls that returned to the farm after living abroad for a few years to fuck and suck all the cock they could before they had to settle down and marry whatever dirt farmer their Father could sell them off to. The Amish tradition Rumspringa may have been inspired by it. It was basically a chance for them to sew their wild oats before settling down. Once they returned home to their villages, people would wonder if they were really still virgins. Their mothers would spin them up this little skirt, and they would wear it until they were married," she told us. I didn't know if it was a true story, but it sounded believable.
"Anyone who doubted her purity and allegiance to the village could walk up to her at any time and say maagdelijk," she said, and she made us pronounce it a few times. It sounded like a Dutch word to me.
She pointed to Turbo and Hondo standing behind us. They were casually observing our progression through orientation with disinterest.They must have walked in during her inspections. She pointed to the other girl that was with her. "We are your leaders. If we tell you maagdelijk at any time, then you must do this to honor the dutch girls of old," she said and told us that every sister had the same obligation during concession week. She
demonstrated the move for us.
There is a slit in the skirt so that it is easy to pull up. She lifted the skirt up in the back and the front at the same time, and she shouted Trilogy.
She told us that this was symbolic to show that our three holes are pure and healthy. The mouth is opened to say Trilogy, and the pussy and ass are on display at the same time. "I want to see your tonsils and both cracks - both front and back!" she passed the skirts around and made us practice flipping them up while she gave us the order over and over.
"If you fail to show all three holes, then you will be punished. If you fail too often, you will be dismissed," she said without any sympathy or further explanation.
I was overwhelmed with fears and mortification. How could I do this and not get expelled? How could I do this, and my mother not find out? What would people think of me if I flashed in public?
The Leader explained that concession week is a long-standing tradition, and the faculty intentionally turns a blind eye. She told us just not to rub it anyone's faces. There is an exclusive fenced-in outdoor picnic area. She told us to report there during lunch. "The faculty only open it to students during Concession week. It is open to other students, but if they show up and don't belong, then Members of Beta house will send them packing. Teachers are allowed to be here. Be advised that not all teachers are Trinity and Beta friendly, which means that you never, ever discuss any House business with anyone. You may think you know our history and what we are about, but we are more than pretty faces. We are also pretty asses," Leader said with a smile as she lifted her skirt and showed us her perfect, shapely ass.
I was so shocked she was such a slut! I thought girls like her were super pure and innocent. I was in awe of her power. I wanted to be her one-day barking orders to a room full of scared, nervous, naked girls. I know it sounds weird, but I had a severe case of idol worship.
She explained a few other rules and made us practice bending at the knee and lifting our skirt to curtsy. She said we would do that anytime, anywhere, to anyone who was our betters. 'Betters' is the term she used for the members of the Trinity and Beta House. We had to lift our skirts high enough that a person could almost see our pussy!
She asked us if there were any questions now that she was done with the simple stuff.
"Yes, Ma'am, how will we get out of the house in the morning wearing that skirt?" I asked. The other girls addressed her in a crisp military style and so I did the same.
"Will your Mommy, be upset if you walk out of the house in a short skirt?" the Leader got in my face and twisted my nipples. I wanted to tell her that she didn't know the half of the problems I had with my mom.
I wasn't an extrovert by any stretch of the imagination. My mom bought me the most cornball outfits she considered cute. They were for sixth-grade girls. It was mostly denim overalls, fuzzy sweaters, high- waisted stonewash jeans, you know the stuff.
"No?" I offered instead. I decided I'd have to leave in regular clothes and change once I got to school.
"What is your name?" she asked me as if she wanted to put me on a shit-list somewhere.
"Erica Goldberg, Ma'am," I said, trying not to spit on her because of all the braces in my mouth.
"You got these ugly glasses. You got these braces,” the Leader looked like she couldn’t decide what was worse. “Worst of all you look like you are always sniffing a fart!”
That astonished me. It disgusted me. I spent a lot of time in the mirror after that looking myself in the face. She was right. I did have the beady eyes and turned up nose of someone who just smelled a fart. Over the years after this experience I’ve cultivated more of a resting bitch face instead. I instinctively roll my eyes, and show scorn or disinterest without even thinking about it.
I tried looking constantly happy but it seems fake and it doesn’t seem to get me anywhere. If I always look angry or annoyed people usually get out of my way or give me what I want.
“Your new name is Fart-Face," then she asked me what my name was.
I felt an intense humiliation like I'd never had before. I'd been teased about being four-eyes and having braces many times before. It bothered me sometimes. If my brother's tried to make fun of me, I could always put them in their place.
This was entirely different. She was a figure I respected and admired, but she was looking down on me like I was a little bit of nothing. I was standing there naked and calling her Ma'am out of respect for her and obeying her orders. It felt like she betrayed me by naming me something so hurtful. I resented her for doing that, but what I didn't realize at the time was that I had just accepted she had the power to make me call myself Fart-face.
"Fart-Face, Ma'am!" I answered awkwardly.
"Good, you can follow orders. You might be useful for something, Fart Face" she smiled at me approvingly.
Her approval meant everything to me. I had just despised her for ridiculing me and giving me this offensive name, and yet I was elated that she smiled at me and thought I might be useful. I was such a wet behind the ears loser back then. I believe that is why I sometimes identify with Adam when he gets all wide-eyed and excited about the stupidest things. That is how I was when I made that goofy Star Wars VHS tape with him. In that video I pretended to be Princess Leia with a Jedi Lightsaber and force power and acted just as goofy as he does.
Now, I was dripping wet with arousal as I stood there naked when she told me I might be useful. I was happy that I got a name. It meant that I had taken my first step towards being in the club with this awesomely powerful girl. She snapped her fingers and made people terrified. I loved that!
The other girls got names too.
‘Flop-titty Annie,’ ‘Slug,’ ‘Twat-Waffle,’ ‘Cock Wallet,’ ‘Sperm-Whale,’ and ‘Cum-stain’ by comparison I got off pretty lucky.
Lainey’s Trilogy name was ‘Clitosaurus’. I thought she would be devastated because it focused on her one physical flaw. Lainey giggled and asked If they get to keep the nicknames once they are pledges. I was shocked she would embrace the name so readily. I vowed to the do the same with mine and own it.
Leader laughed and admired her spirit. “We’ll see how you feel about it when I call you Clitosaurus in front of fifty of your friends,” she promised.

“I don’t have fifty friends, Ma’am” Lainey replied stoically.
“You will when they find out you are in Trilogy! Now shut your cum-hole! We’ve got work today and I am getting tired of smelling your stinky asses!”

The other leader said that the kind of dirty we were wouldn’t’ wash off. I didn’t know what that meant but it sounded sexy.
They told us that we'd need to learn to get in shape quickly. The next hour was spent doing jumping jacks and high stepping in the nude while they turned the shower water on alternating steaming hot and icy cold.
I had never seen tits bouncing and asses flapping open before. The exercises seemed designed to intentionally make us expose and exhaust ourselves. I felt silly at first doing them, but since the other girls took it seriously, then I just tried to keep up and do my best. I tried not to think about the two handsome boys watching our every step from behind. Unfortunately, that only made being watched the only thing I COULD think about it. It turned me on to know that these guys wanted to watch us expose ourselves.
I think I could have quickly become an extrovert if I kept thinking that way. I have matured a lot since that experience. I like picking my clothes, and I often pick things that are very revealing. Today, when my little brother chose my clothing for me, it reminded me of my orientation as a pledge of Trilogy. The Leaders chose my dress, and they made me show them whatever they wanted to see. I had no choice. It was a strange lesson to be powerless. It was even stranger that I had chosen to give the power to them to make that decision for me.
That is why so much of that experience was coming back to me now.
What Adam didn't know was that I was the one who selected that outfit he chose for me first. I begged mom to buy it, and she didn't like me to wear it because she said it showed too much leg. Yet, the same outfit that I had fought to wear made me feel embarrassed when my brother told me I had to wear it.
That night wasn't over. We were sweaty, and our makeup was running down our faces. I was exhausted, physically stimulated, and extremely uncomfortable, but there was no place else I wanted to be than naked in a boy's locker-room.
"We are just starting ladies, any of you scared yet?" she asked us if we wanted to leave.
"You should be!" she told us when we were silent.
- 5
- 6
- 7
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

THE GOLDBERGS – CONTROL ANYONE – GET A HEAD.