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THE GOLDBERGS – CONTROL ANYONE – GET A HEAD.	By : Eddie_Davidson Category: -Misc TV Shows > General Views: 8372 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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THE GOLDBERGS – CONTROL ANYONE – GET A HEAD.
Chapter Seven

FLASH FORWARD BACK TO THE DINNER:
Everyone has gone home. Geoff Schwartz has put away the spotless dishes. Only Barry, Adam, and Erica are in the dining room.
Erica is bent over the chair with her ass fully exposed. Her pussy is dripping wet, and a thin strand of her pussy juices was hanging like the strand from a spider web.
Erica used her hands to pick up her food off her plate and eat it while lying flat across the chair. Her tits hurt from lying against the wooden chair for so long.
Everyone got a good look at her body tonight -one they won't soon forget.
"C'mon bro, tell her to put a candy bar up her ass," Barry insisted for the 100th time.
"Even if I could tell her what to do, why do you want me to tell Erica to do that so badly?" Adam assumed it was something random Barry wanted to see.
"When we were very little, our parents took us to the beach. You are probably too little to remember this," Erica explained calmly to Adam.
Barry looked surprised but kept his mouth shut and waited for Erica to tell her side of the story. He assumed she tried to spin it like she did nothing wrong.
"We were swimming and having fun all day at the beach. It was a perfect afternoon. I told Barry to come over to where I was standing and said I had a candy bar for him," she said.
Barry nodded in agreement. He was ready for Erica's spin at any moment.
"I pulled his swimming trunks down to his ankles and laughed at his penis in front of some other girls. Then I stuck the candy bar between his butt cheeks and pulled them back up. I told him I was saving him time so that he doesn't have to eat it by sticking it in his butt. It was going to come out there eventually," she admitted freely.
"No! that is not what happened!" Barry was about to go off on Erica for saying she didn't know any better or that it wasn't her, but he realized she told the story exactly as he remembered it. "Wait, that is what happened! You never got punished! Do you remember what Mom did?" he said.
Erica hadn't thought about this for years. She didn't know Barry still held a grudge about it. It was the first time she had ever felt guilty about what happened.
"Mom made you take off your 'poo-poo pants' as she called them," Erica tried to keep herself from laughing. "Then she walked up and down the beach holding your hand and asking people if they had any extra toilet paper and an extra pair of shorts while your willy flapped in the breeze."
"My WILLY!!! She FREED MY WILLY!" Barry choked up about what his mom did that day. He was being overly dramatic, but it was clear that he still felt upset about what happened.
It was on that family vacation that Beverly Goldberg developed her initial obsession with over packing every future vacation for every possible contingency. The family had to drag needlessly and often redundant luggage across countless vacations. Her mother's reason was always that they might need it, and there may not be any stores where they were going.
Murray would usually grumble that if they ever plan a vacation away from civilization, they should consider it. "There are stores in Poughkeepsie, though!" he'd yell.
"They could be all closed when we get there! There could be a power outage," Beverly would insist.
They had the same conversation during every vacation, and every vacation, Beverly always won out.
Adam could see why Barry was so upset. He realized that if it hadn't happened on that vacation, his mom would have eventually developed her trademark obsessive over planning and over packing.
There was more to the story, but it was mostly all Beverly who made Barry shower outside at the beach naked and told everyone to stay away because he had nasty 'poo-poo butt.'
Adam was about to order his sister to shove the candy bar up her ass when she reached her hand out.
He didn't say anything. He wanted to see what happened next. He took Erica's candy bar and fully unwrapped it and put it in the palm of her hand.
She spread her cheeks with one hand and then slowly pushed the 100 grand bar into her butthole until it stuck halfway out.
Barry looked grumpy as he watched. He had his arms folded across his chest and was sitting in a chair next to Adam behind his sister. He started a small tittering chuckle.
Adam joined him as well.
"It blends in so well. It looks like it melted on your ass," Barry quickly became hysterical.
Erica rolled her eyes and sighed. She was going to let the two knuckleheads have their laugh at her expense. She felt guilty about triggering the event that ultimately led to an extra seven or eight suitcases of medicine, sewing kits, and clean underwear on every family vacation. The weight of that guilt lifted off her shoulders when she chose to stick the candy bar into her ass. She didn't really care about the game right now.
"Hold your butt cheeks apart," Adam said.
She looked straight ahead and reached behind herself. She had done this several times already at his command. She pulled her ass cheeks wide enough that her pussy lips parted, and the candy bar wasn't touching any of her skin.
"Now let go," Adam told her.
She released her hands, and Erica's ass cheeks instinctively closed around the candy bar smashing it and smudging the chocolate on her thighs.
"Dude, how are you making her do this?" Barry chuckled.
"I am not. I just tell her to do stuff, and she does it sometimes," Adam insisted as he gave her the order to pull her cheeks apart again.
"Bro! Is it the tea? Is there something in the tea?" Barry suggested that the Tea might contain it.
"Why would you even say that?" Adam got nervous that Barry was on to him. He left his sister with her ass cheeks apart.
"You don't do anything for anyone. You make them both tea," Barry said it was simple deductive reasoning. "You did do something to the tea?" Barry appeared impressed until he realized that Adam gave him tea once.
"You gave me tea! You little bastard!" Barry was suddenly angry with his little brother. He put his hands on Adam's shirt and pulled him close to his face.
"Whoa! Whoa!" Adam was about to call Erica to pull Barry off of him. Barry released him so that he could explain.
" How come it didn't work on me?" Barry asked.
"Look, if I tell you this, then it has to stay between us," Adam explained.
Erica sighed. She wasn't sure what would happen now that Barry and Adam were sharing notes.
Adam told Barry everything that had happened up to now. He explained why the tea only had one master.
"That makes sense! There can be only one!" Barry remembered the line from Adam's obsession with the movie Highlander.
"Exactly! This is sacred ground. I don't know why, but it works best where they drank the tea originally. If they leave the house, then the drug seems to lose its efficacy," Adam explained.
"Effica-what-now?" Barry considered himself a Doctor in training, but he had never heard that term.
"I mean they will take suggestions easier here in the house then at school. If I was to tell Erica to do this at school, she might refuse. She might even break free of the mind control. At home, she anticipated my instructions and completed them," Adam spoke like he was now an expert.
Erica rolled her eyes. She was trying to atone and accept the blame for what she did all those years ago to give Barry some closure.
Barry was happy, though. He was delighted. "You should have come to me with this a long time ago. I thought we were partners," Barry said.
"You would have kicked my ass and taken it from me," Adam shrugged.
"Maybe, maybe not!" Barry acknowledged that it was a real possibility he would have kicked my ass but maintained it wasn't an absolute certainty.
"When can we use this on like real girls," Barry asked.
"Hey, I am a REAL girl," Erica looked over her shoulder at them angrily.
"You aren't supposed to talk unless you are told to talk," Barry told her.
Adam shushed his brother and whispered. It was loud enough Erica could hear every word. "Erica doesn't know she is under mind control. I don't know what the effects of telling her would be. She acts normally in any situation with the exception that she does what I tell her. She may not understand why she is doing what I told her, but she does it anyway," Adam explained.
Barry listened to only the first three words of that and dismissed the explanation as nerd-talk.
"I can tell the JTP about this, right?" he asked his little brother.
"No, I just said that nobody else could know! I took a risk just telling you!"
"Don't worry, little bro. Your secret is safe with me!" Barry promised.
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FLASHBACK: ERICA IS IN THE BOY'S LOCKERROOM AT PENN ACADEMY AFTER HOURS. SHE IS IN ORIENTATION TO BE A MEMBER OF TRILOGY - As told by Erica Goldberg
The Mistress of Arms marched us outside the school naked and soaking wet. It was dark out, and nobody was there, but it was my first exposure to public nudity. She told us to jog three laps.
On the first lap, she stopped the slowest three runners. I didn't realize we were in a competition. She instructed us stand with our hands behind our heads and open our legs like we did in the gym. She told us that was the Attention position. It is used for listening and learning. Leader told us that today, we would learn why being last is not what Trilogy is about.
She pulled our clit hoods up and then tapped our clits until they hardened. She wrapped tight rubber bands around them that squeezed them extremely hard.
Lainey whined and moaned loudly. I thought she liked it when her clit was crushed under her thumb. She winced through what appeared to be pain. I learned later she was having the strangest orgasm of her life because it hurt so badly that it turned her on. "You didn't tell us we needed to be at the front, Ma'am."
"You shouldn't be told you need to be at the front! Think, Clitosaurus!" she told us to start running.
Lainey and I made it to the middle of the pack by running our butts off. There is something strangely exhilarating about running naked at night in a familiar place like your school. The chance that you MIGHT get caught is slight, but you have all this adrenalin pumping through your veins because of your fight or flight reflex going crazy. Your mind is telling you that you shouldn't be doing this. It is also much easier to run. I was still relatively flat chested, and my tits weren't beating me in the face as they bounced on every step. Lainey was always pretty chesty, but some of the other girls had it much worse. I thought one girl with REAL DDD's would get two black eyes by the time we were done.
Each lap, the Leader pulled the last three runners and added a rubber band or a second one if they were last again. It didn't matter to her how hard we tried. She was trying to teach us that someone had to lose.
We didn't get much rest after that. She jogged us over to an equipment room and told us to pick up a stool and bring it with us. We carried the stools over our heads across the school lawn. I can't remember the last time I walked barefoot across grass. It felt so strange.
I nearly stubbed my toe.
"Does little Fart Face have a boo-boo?" Leader stopped the entire group.
I limped along and told her it was fine. She told me she liked my willingness to commit.
"This is a competition, ladies. All of you cannot make it into Trilogy. Our standards are way too high. You are in a competition with each other," she said.
Oh god, that one sentence opened a need to compete and win in me that hs never been extinguished. It was probably one of the reasons I frequently competed with my mom.
"You must be willing to do anything to get in. If you aren't willing to do anything to get in, then you are wasting your time. I was naked in the same field you are. My black ass was so red and raw from corrections because I couldn't learn that I no longer ran shit. I wasn't the boss. I felt I needed to be the boss. You know why? Because I didn't think anyone else knew how to do things better than me! As soon as I realized that as long as shit gets handled, it doesn't matter who the boss is, I became part of a sisterhood. You bitches are not the boss. You belong to us now. This week you will do anything, and everything we say, and you will thank us for letting you have the chance to do it!" she said.
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FLASHFORWARD: IT IS THE MORNING AFTER THE DINNER
Erica has slept in her own bed completely naked with her door wide open at her little brother's command. He allowed her to take the candy bar out of her ass and wipe her ass.
"Thank you, Adam" Erica woke Adam up gently. He was sleeping in a pair of He-Man underwear. He had a huge boner when he awoke, but this time he wasn't as startled. He wondered how much his sister had seen. That boner was from a dream he had about last night. It was quickly fading from his memory, but he knew it was deeply perverted.
"Thank me for what?" he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes.
"Thank you for keeping my clothes in here and picking them out for me in the morning," she asked him what she should wear.
"Oh?" Adam sat up and adjusted his dick by tucking it. Erica tried to pretend not to notice.
She was thanking Adam for a very different reason than the one she had told him. She told herself that she was doing it to pretend to love obeying him. On some level, that much was true. She was still engaged in deception. She had spent the night reminiscing about her introduction to Trilogy and what that Leader had taught her while she hustled across an empty grass field in the middle of the night in the nude. She had to thank them anytime they gave them an order no matter how degrading or humiliating it was to them. The things she did then seemed like a lifetime ago to her now.
It seemed counter-intuitive and illogical to her at the time. Why would she THANK them for treating her like shit or calling her Fart Face?
She realized after countless times being insincere about her gratitude for having her nipples pinched or her butt slapped that there just may be a valuable lesson in the act.
Erica had to surrender control of herself to her leaders to get into Trilogy. It was an act of trust on her part. In return, they did things like dunk her head in a toilet and made her bob for apples. They made all the pledge’s lives miserable during concession week. They made her, and the other pledges lick peanut butter off their toes while crawling around their feet at Beta parties.
It was intensely humiliating, and yet at the same time, she secretly enjoyed it.
The part that Erica struggled with was that she found it easier to do what she was told than it was to thank the person for making her do it. She thought it was asinine to say "Thank you for spanking my ass, Ma'am". It was even more humiliating when they made her admit her mistake and say things like “I’ve been naughty, please spank me! Ma’am!!”
Erica assumed that her Leader knew her words were insincere. She didn't think anyone was actually grateful for the spankings they received. Yet, on some level, she was. She matured a lot during that week. Erica learned a lot about her limitations and shortcomings. The spankings were usually as a direct result of something she did wrong, and she corrected her behavior so that she wouldn't make that same mistake ever again. She also found a tingling rush 15 minutes or so after it was done when she felt like she'd like another go with the paddle. It faded quickly, but she loved that momentary rush. The bruises the next day were a constant reminder not to repeat the same mistake.
Erica felt her pussy, and it was dripping wet. She sniffed her finger before realizing Adam was watching her daydream.
"Do you need more tea?" he asked.
"Oh yes, probably" Erica pretended to be delighted and thanked him for that as well. She was daydreaming about another thing her Leader told her that night. It was something she had not understood at the time.
The Leader told her that she didn't feel she needed to be the boss as long as she knew things were being handled. Erica was naturally pushy and liked to be the boss. In many ways, she was just like her mother. She was just starting to unpack that idea when she heard a crash down the hallway.
"Meow!!" A sex-craved and nearly naked Beverly Goldberg screeched out of her bedroom and pounced into the hallway. She had a little collar around her neck. Her hose was all torn up and ruined, and her hair was a complete mess. It looked like she had cum in her hair to Erica.
Murray ran away from his amorous wife. He tucked his shirt in and tried to get dressed as he hustled away towards his job. "Beverly! Beverly! I am late for work!" he shouted in a panic state as he ran away from his wife. "Let me rest up, and I promise we'll continue tonight! I love you! Thank you!" he even blew her a kiss. Murray was all smiles that morning, but he looked like he had no sleep.
Beverly watched him run down the hallway to his job and thought about what a great provider he was. Then she remembered what an amazing lover he was last night. They had strange, passionate, animal sex like never before.
"Stand up, Mom, you can stop pretending to be a kitty," Adam said.
Beverly looked slightly disappointed as she stood up and noticed her stockings were ruined.
"Good morning to my babies," Beverly was extremely energized. His mom had been fucked in every hole last night. She had been fucked hard and well. It was probably the best sex of her entire marriage! She felt weak and strong at the same time. It made her feel alive and sexy. The bruises from last night’s fucking were like gentle reminders of her husband’s passionate lust for her!
Adam chose an old skirt with a slit down the side. He had never seen his sister or mother wear it before. It was Erica’s concession skirt. It was short, had an adjustable waistband and had a slit down the side. He found a white tank top and some black heels and told his mother she’d wear these IF she had to leave the house today.
Erica let out a silent breath of relief. The school officially put a stop to Concession week activities on campus a year after her trial. She hadn’t kept up with Trilogy since her freshman year. She knew they still occasionally made girls wear the skirt to school as some sort of punishment or test of obedience. Trilogy probably did all their hazing off campus now. Erica didn’t care what they did as long as she wasn’t a part of it. If she wore the skirt to school it would have attracted their attention and they’d probably not be happy she did.
Students still remembered the legendary command word. It was supposed to only be used by Leaders in the Beta and Trilogy house. Erica learned later that it was a Dutch word that meant “virgin”. She assumed that the tradition of lifting the skirt originated when girls returned home and the community wanted to know if she was a virgin or a whore. It was probably to make her more attractive to suitors as well.
The tradition was that any villager had the right to confront the girl with the word “maagdelijk” and she had to expose both her asshole and pussy to him. They probably had a good long look for her hymen and enjoyed themselves in the process. She wondered if that rule extended to perverted little brothers who just wanted a quick peek at what girl parts look like?

Trilogy and Beta House used to be much bolder about openly hazing girls in the halls. They even had a designated but technically unofficial semi-private part of the school to do it in. In more recent years, the few times that any hapless girl came to school in the skirt male students would say the command word and expect to see her flash them. Erica watched those humiliated girls flash boys that were obviously not Beta members. It was clear they knew someone was watching and that they were expected to do it. They weren’t the usual run-of-the-mill attention whores doing it for a dare. She assumed the same thing would have happened to her today if her brother made her wear the skirt.
She was genuinely thankful to be given a shorter denim mini-skirt in its place. It was a more modern 80’s design with pleated pockets and a few bits of lace around the belt hoops. Erica had chosen it but she always got to wear it with panties so it wasn’t that big of a deal. Her mother usually hated the fact that Erica wore it. He chose the pink legwarmers she had on last night as well. It didn’t go with the outfit at all but Erica knew she couldn’t refuse. She stifled a sigh of exasperation.
“That will look lovely on you, Erica!” Beverly preened and showed off her slightly longer, but plain skirt. She said it needed some rhinestones and a little embroidery but it was fine.
“You will look great in that white tank top,” Erica smiled coyly. Erica was laughing inside that her Mom’s huge tits would be easily visible through the shirt.
“I am so glad to hear you say that Erica,” Adam smiled and handed her the same type of undershirt “That’s why you are wearing a matching one to school!”
“Oh goodie! Matching shirts! All it needs is our names on it! Won’t that be great, Erica?” Beverly hopped up and down. Her tits jiggled as she leaned in to hug her daughter. Beverly’s face reflected the same sardonic smirk.

“What if I get expelled?” Erica expressed the same concern as she looked over the saddle shoes and lacey white socks he also handed her. They looked absurd with this outfit.
“Mom will bail you out,” Adam shrugged and Beverly nodded.
Erica took the clothes apprehensively and thanked him. She thought she had thrown away the denim concession skirt.
Adam told her not to put it on until she is ready to leave the house. He chalked up her reservations to being overdue for her mind control tea.
Beverly's pussy was still dripping Murray's cum as she walked downstairs with the two of them to make them breakfast. She was on top of the world, and she didn't care about being naked right now in the least. She would not worry about that see-thru tank top unless she had to leave the house. Adam hadn’t told her she couldn’t wear a jacket. She wasn’t sure if that was cheating or not. He did say he got to pick out her outfits. She’d make that call when she had to make it. Right now, she was busy buttering waffles and smiling!
Yesterday, Beverly might have bitched about the slit in the side of the skirt. It seemed generous compared to the short skirt her daughter had to wear all day. Beverly didn’t have to face a school of horny faculty and students in that. She felt lucky she was able to pick and choose if she left the house at all.
Beverly didn’t know the skirt was called a concession skirt. She didn’t remember seeing Erica wear it out of the house. She didn’t remember buying the skirt for Erica. It puzzled her how Erica came to have this skirt in the first place.
Erica had changed into it at school because when she was a Freshman her mom was even more strict about what she could wear to school. Beverly had loosened up over time.
Beverly felt strangely liberated now. It was as if she no longer HAD to bitch and she was fine with that. Everything was right in her world despite it being so new and different. Beverly decided that when this was all over she would never question what Erica wore to school again. She had no right to do so now anyway.
Adam made them Tea and waited for the two naked girls to both make the piggy nose and oink to make sure they were still under his control. His mom made a delicious breakfast -way too much food for them to eat.
"So what did you guys do last night?" Beverly asked as she chewed on food. It was surreal to Adam that his mother could stand in front of him in the kitchen topless and seemingly not care.
He began to wonder if he was wrong about the way the mind control worked. He had assumed that the girls were more susceptible to suggestion the closer they were to home. The further away from where they drank the tea, the more resistant they became.
He had a new theory he wanted to test today. Adam's new theory was the girls were more uninhibited when they were around people they know and trust.
He had observed Erica dig into her pussy and sniff her finger this morning. She thought nothing of doing it in front of him. She had offered to put the candy bar up her ass the night before when they talked about what she did to Barry. Those moments were always when it was just with the people closest to them.
Adam also assumed that his mom and Dad had hellcat sex because Beverly had been alone with him. She could completely be the beast-bitch that she was with him.
Adam said he had some things to tell them.
The girls looked anxious as they stood in the kitchen. They both wondered if he was going to come clean with them and apologize.
On some level, Erica and Beverly knew this charade wasn't going to last forever. They knew it had to end, but they weren't quite done yet.

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FLASHBACK: THE NIGHT OF ERICA'S ORIENTATION -

We set up the stools in a circle. There was one for each of us. The Leaders had a box of sex toys. I had never seen or even heard of a sex toy until then.
These toys were small latex penises that stuck to the base of the stool.
I didn't understand why at first, but one of the Beta's had a boom-box. Leader us told us that when the music played, we were expected to kneel and suck those sex toys like they were the President of Beta himself presenting his blessed cock to us.
I still had the uncomfortable rubber band around my clit.
"Something itching down there, Fart Face? You got V.D.?" she said.
"No, Ma'am," I moved my hand away from my pussy.
"Those holes are property of Trinity. You will spread them for anyone we tell you and give them the ride of their life. Anyone, Anytime, Anywhere," she said.
If that had been on the flyer introduction, I doubt I would have wanted to join. I was frightened of pre-marital sex. I made lots of exceptions to that rule. Going down on Lainey or playing with myself wasn't pre-marital sex to me.
I didn't leave, though. I remained. At the time, I knew I didn't go when she told me I'd fuck whoever she told me to because I didn't want to be the only one to leave.
My mind flashed onto my Uncle Marvin. He is my Dad's brother and he is always coming up with some scheme or get rich quick idea. He doesn't visit often, but when he does, he usually asks me when my tits are going to finally sprout and stares at my butt. It is super creepy.
I imagined being told I had to fuck him or let him play with my tits. I think what scared me the most was that I would have done it if it meant being in Trilogy.
I told myself they would have no way to know who my uncle was and how silly that scenario was. I kneeled down when Madonna's "Like a Virgin" started playing and began sucking that dildo like it was a real dick. I watched other girls doing it and tried to copy their style. It felt like I was cheating on a test and trying to copy from someone's exam.
"Hold those ass cheeks apart while you kneel. You don't need hands to suck a cock," Leader instructed us. She hit us with a rod as she walked around and commented on our cock-sucking style.
"You couldn't get a bus ticket to Toledo and a sandwich for a blowjob like that. I feel bad for your boyfriend," the Leader laughed at me.
I had never sucked a boy off. I had never even had a boyfriend at that point.
The music stopped, and we were expected to stand back up in the Attention position.
The Leader told us she would teach us the "Delta" position next. She ordered the other Leader to disrobe and assume the Delta position. She was a white girl and incredibly sexy with huge tits.
Once she was naked, she bent forward and put her hands to her sides like she was ready to be handed a wrench in either hand. She opened her mouth as wide as it would go so that you could see her tonsils. She stuck her butt out and held her legs apart.
"This is the DDD position. It is what we are known for girls. You will master the art of holding this while getting fucked, sucked, spanked, and tucked! Every Trilogy girl knows how to hold this pose while her hair is pulled, her ass gets slapped and her throat is choked with dick. It offers maximum exposure and demonstrates all three holes are ready to be used. If you have some impatient gentlemen that cannot wait their turn, then you have two hands to warm them up," she tapped the blonde's hands.
"You never, ever let a man cum on your hands!" she warned us that the hands were just to get the cowboy ready for the ride. "Keep him ready and eager, but don't let him pull that trigger until he uses your face!"
I wondered if we were being trained as whores? I was frightened.
"Fart Face, you look nervous, show me your Trilogy position," she said to me. I assumed the position without question. The Leader adjusted my feet wider and made me bend at the knee until she was happy that I was ready to take anyone from any angle. I couldn't imagine being fucked in this position by three men or holding it for any length of time.
"Fart Face, you are probably one of those nice girls that are saving yourself for marriage? Is that right?" she asked.
"Yes, Ma'am," I answered the truth.
She slapped my face and told me that in the Trilogy position, I am to hold my mouth open just as wide as it can be. She told me that I could shake my head yes or no.
It was another revelation that I was being told about the rules AFTER I violated them. It felt strangely unfair, but the more unfair the game, the more I wanted to win at it. The more I wanted to impress her by not breaking her rules.
At least with Adam and my mom, I knew the rules before I broke them!
"You are in concession week. You have to learn our secrets and prove you are worthy of being trusted to learn more. You have to demonstrate to us that you can give your time, your body, your affection and your heart and soul to this club," Leader was extremely charismatic.
It may have been the combination of sexual stimulation, hormones, and being exhausted, but I wanted to give her what she demanded from me.
"Once you earn your place in the house, there will still be expectations placed upon you. If a player on the Football team needs cheering up, then we cheer him up. We all pull our weight. You know what separates you from us?" she asked.
Spit was dribbling down my chin as I held my mouth open and shook my head that I didn't.
"She will stay in that position all night if I tell her. She will take every dick that enters her in that position without question. We are here to see if you can do that," she said.
Wow, I really didn't think I could do that, but a tiny sliver of me wanted to see if I could. The Leader told me she wanted to see that too and let me rejoin the other girls.
She made them practice the Trilogy position until they all did it right before continuing with tonight's orientation.
I had no idea how long it would last. I really needed to pee. I really wanted to cry and curl up in a little ball. I was just a little girl with immature b-cups. What was I doing here with all these naked sluts?

I told myself I needed to get my shit together. I was in this to win it! Whatever it takes to get into Trilogy! I decided to power through it. The other Leader remained in the Trilogy position for the rest of the demonstration just to prove to us that she could.
The fact that one of Leaders was willing to degrade herself in that humiliating position in front of us and the two members of Beta House that were there made it easier for me to continue with the exercise.
Leader explained the steps that would follow in the next challenge.
They would play music, and we would fall to our knees and suck the dildo in front of us.
When the music stops, we stand at attention.
Anyone who needs to be eliminated for being a lousy cocksucker will be removed. Anyone who doesn't take it seriously or is playing with themselves will too.
A stool will be removed.
We will be ordered to stand in the Trilogy position.
The music will play, and we will approach the nearest stool and sit on it all the way to the base. The plug must go all the way in our ass. We must touch our buttocks to the wooden seat and then slide off of it immediately. Then as long as the music is playing, carry on to the next station.
"Ladies, if a girl gets to you before you get to the next station, it means you are moving too slowly. We will eliminate you on the next round if you do not hurry your little asses. You will sit down completely," Leader stopped and lifted her skirt. She sat on one of the dildos and took it quickly to the base without any resistance, then slid off of it to demonstrate.
I was shocked. I didn't understand why we were going to use the same plug that had been in other girl's asses?
"Once the music stops, then you sit down, and you stay on that dick like you are the last Motherfucking Chicken on earth trying to lay an egg," Leader told us. She said that one girl would definitely be eliminated.
I took a deep breath and looked at Lainey. She winked at me to let me know it would be fine. We followed the steps in, and all the training had paid off. The plug was small and easy to sit on. It was only a few inches long and not that wide. I was surprised that I was so worried. I quickly found a stool when the music stopped playing and smiled at Lainey because she found one too.
We were lucky that we had practiced fucking our asses before we came here. Some girls were having trouble sitting down on the wood and sliding off the plug cleanly. That made all the difference in the competition for us.
Two girls got cut that round. They had shaved their pussies, engaged in these humiliating games, and all to be cut on the first day. I felt bad for them, but they were not me. I had to continue! I had to focus on doing the best that I could do.
The next round, it dawned on me that I was going to suck a dick that ten girls repeatedly sat on in the last round. The fact that the others did it without retching made it easier for me to power through cleaning it off.
I was lucky to make it through all the rounds, but by the end of orientation, there were only six of us left.
"You are lucky. It wasn't long ago that we still used corn cobs," Leader showed us a dried corn cob. The edges were uneven and jagged, and it looked well-worn and dried out. She put it in her mouth and then reached under her skirt and popped it back into her ass. She told us that the dried corn cob was a legacy from her mother. She had worn it when she attended Penn Academy in the 1960s when it first became unsegregated!
I was stunned when the Leader told us about her mother. I couldn't see my mother back then as a person who had sexual needs or desires. At the time, I assumed the Leader's mom must be a freak to give her daughter a recycled corn cob to stick up her ass. Now, that my mom was dripping cum on my foot while we stood in our kitchen and drank fake tea in the nude, I wasn't so sure if mine wasn't always a freak too!
The Leader told us that in the old days, they lubed with lard because it was so painful. "Now, we just use spit! This will stretch you enough to take bigger cocks and strengthen your muscles to grip them tightly!" she said.
"We've started using these Latex butt plugs. They will be your best friends. You will keep this in your shit-hole at all times. The only exceptions are when you are given a direct order by your Leader, or you need to take a shit or a shower. You may place it in your mouth while you sit on the toilet or shower. You may wash it once a day. Use soap and water and clean it thoroughly. Your mouth juices are not enough. It will eventually get disgusting," she warned us like we'd WANT to only to use our mouths to clean these things.
I was proud of my butt plug. It looked exactly like everybody else’s, but I felt I had truly earned it. It was just a cheap piece of rubber and latex. I wore it all the time like a badge of honor. It was uncomfortable and felt kind of like a real corn cob. It was nowhere as big, but I did walk funny. I remember Adam and Barry made fun of me that week. I think I told Barry I'd crimp his face with a crimping iron if he said I was walking funny again. I practiced licking and cleaning it regularly. I found if I didn’t sniff it or think about where it had been it was much easier. It made me feel like a total bad-ass slut to be able to lick my toys clean without wincing or appearing disgusted with my own butt-sweat and pussy juices.
I was tempted to tell her about Trilogy now that we were sharing this strange bet together. I didn't' think she'd understand then. I thought she'd probably turn into a raging Momzilla and burn down the school while crushing underfoot anyone who she thought mistreated her daughter.
I felt like she understood me much better now. I still wasn’t' ready to tell my mom about Trilogy, though.
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