Frankenstein2009
09-16-2011, 1:34 PM
Well, Hell Week at Gamma Gamma Gamma officially came to an end and, boy, was it a success. There were no reported injuries, no visits from the campus police, and no girls needing their shoelaces and belts taken away from them. The only physical difference in any of the girls was that Foot Licker ended the week with a much dryer tongue. It wasn’t over though – the pledging that is. Initiation Week was now beginning.
“Okay, girls,” began Theresa. “Congrats. You’ve survived Hell Week. Your sisters are all very proud of you. Now, you just have to put up with Initiation Week and you’re in.”
Everyone cheered. Everyone except for Foot Licker. You see, she was under the impression that she was already in.
Theresa began talking again once the cheering died down. “It’s also Throwback Week here on campus, so we want all of you pledges to act like hippie chicks for the whole week. By that, I mean you’ll dance for our pleasure out on the lawn to 60’s music, you’ll take your favorite shirts and make them tye dyed, you’ll be barefoot at all times (Foot Licker gulped when she heard this), and, finally, you won’t bathe for the entire week.”
There was a collective “Eww.”
“Only one of you won’t have to take part in this ritual, and it is none other than Foot Licker. She’s not quite as worthless as the rest of you. In fact, Foot Licker, you don’t even need to hear the rest of this. I’ll just be talking about what else we’ll be expecting of these girls this week. Why don’t you head on out to the dining hall. We’ll catch up with you in a bit.”
Foot Licker proudly walked past all of her jealous fellow pledges and out the door. They each gave her a look of disdain as she passed by. Once she was halfway down the street, heading for the dining hall, Theresa addressed the other pledges again.
“Okay, girls. There’s just one more thing I wanted to fill you in on. Foot Licker will taste every bit of filth and grime that collects on the soles of your feet. Why else would we have you walk barefoot for an entire week without bathing?”
All of the pledges breathed a sigh of relief and immediately looked to one another with a devilish gleam in their eyes.
“But, you cannot tell her about this at all, or else it will ruin the surprise. Got it?”
They all nodded along like good little foot soldiers.
Foot Licker wasn’t completely relieved of her duties during Initiation Week. In fact, not much had changed. Her daily routine still involved going from room to room each morning, waking each of the sisters up with a thorough foot licking.
“Ah, there is no better way to wake up,” said Theresa. “Thanks, Foot Licker.” She then patted Foot Licker atop the head and sent her on her way.
Most of the sisters were appreciative for the gesture, and only some of them still found it funny. They led her to believe that they only laughed because they were ticklish on the soles of their feet, but, really, they found it amusing that this poor girl was happy to be licking their feet every morning. One girl was more than appreciative to receive this sort of wake-up each morning. It was Meghan, owner of the first pair of feet she ever licked. Meghan was also the only lesbian in the house. Thanks to her stern, religious upbringing, Foot Licker was a little weirded out by this.
One morning, while Foot Licker was down at the foot of her bed lapping away at her feet, Meghan began to pleasure herself. Foot Licker noticed this and couldn’t hide the disgust in her eyes. Unfortunately, Meghan noticed this reaction. To punish Foot Licker for her close-mindedness, she pulled her left foot away, moistened the palm of her hand up with her juices, and then wiped it all over the sole of her foot. Then, she shoved it back down in front of Foot Licker’s face.
“You missed a spot, bitch,” she said, with a sneer. “Clean it all off, or else.”
Foot Licker was finally sickened. She’d been licking feet for over a week, and only now was she disgusted. But, being a member of this sorority did mean the world to her, so she did as she was told. Meghan just lay there, with her arms behind her head and her feet crossed at the ankles.
Her evenings weren’t much better than her mornings. All of the sisters sat around the television, eating snacks and gossiping, while Foot Licker licked their filthy flip-flops clean. After all, she was indirectly responsible for them being so dirty. They had to get them that way for the first night of Hell Week. They didn’t even look over at her while she lapped away. They had broken her in; they were used to it by now.
The only bright points for Foot Licker came whenever she noticed the other pledges dragging themselves into the living room, filthy, ragged, and reeking. She also noticed how disgusting their bare feet looked by the week’s end, and she was glad Theresa told her she wouldn’t be “licking” their feet because they were still only pledges.
A few of them snickered at her on their way by. She figured they were just jealous of her because she had been accepted long before them. So, she figured it was safe to roll her eyes at them. Unfortunately, though, she soon learned why they all snickered.
Theresa entered the living room, carrying a chair, and Meghan followed her in, carrying a bucket filled with water. Theresa placed the chair in the middle of the room and Meghan placed the bucket on the floor in front of it.
“Okay, girls,” said Theresa, gathering everyone’s attention. “It’s time the pledges have their feet cleaned. Foot Licker…”
Foot Licker suddenly got nervous. “But, you said…”
“Don’t worry. I said you wouldn’t be licking their feet and I meant it. All that’s going to happen is they’re going to each take a turn sitting in this chair and you’re going to clean their feet in this bucket. Then, you’ll dry them off with a towel. Your tongue will not touch their feet at all. It’s just that I’ve noticed they’re a little jealous of you and I wanted you to sort of extend an olive branch of sorts. It’s what’s best for everyone.”
Now, all of the pledges felt as though they’d been lied to by Theresa. But, they soon discovered that they hadn’t been. You see, Foot Licker would indeed taste every bit of filth and grime that had collected on their feet.
Once every foot was clean and dry, Meghan carried the bucket of now filthy water to the kitchen. Every time she glanced down at the disgusting foot bath water that even had a few unidentified things floating on its surface, she smirked and pretended to gag. Once she was in there, she grabbed a package of Rahmin Noodles from the cupboard, prepared them, and then drained them of all the juice. Then, she did the unthinkable when she took a ladle, scooped out some of the foot bath water and dumped it into a bowl along with the noodles. When she was finished, she placed it upon the long kitchen table and walked back in to the living room.
“Girls, to welcome you all into the Gamma Gamma Gamma sorority, I’ve prepared a lobster dinner.” All of the pledges cheered, bringing a smile to every sister’s face. They all hugged. “And, Foot Licker, I haven’t forgotten that you’re allergic to shell fish. We don’t want to have to rush you off to the hospital, so I cooked up some Rahmin Noodles for you. Now, in all fairness, it was my first time, so I hope I didn’t screw it up.”
Foot Licker smiled, thinking how sweet it was for Meghan to remember her allergy.
All of the girls piled into the kitchen and squeezed around the table. Everyone dug right in, except for Foot Licker for she had never seen Rahmin Noodles that looked like this.
“Is there something wrong with yours, Foot Licker?” Meghan asked, feigning disappointment.
Each of the pledges looked over at Foot Licker’s bowl and immediately noticed that her noodles were floating in their foot grime. A few of them could barely stifle their laughter. Theresa simply smirked.
“Oh, um, no,” answered Foot Licker. Then, she brought the first spoonful of filthy foot soaked noodles to her mouth. They all repeatedly snuck glances down to her end of the table as she ate every last noodle. She sucked the last noodle in, causing a bit of foot water to splash up onto her face, just below her eye. Finally, one of the pledges gave into her laughter. Foot Licker placed her spoon on the table next to her bowl. Everyone was pleased with the exhibition she had just put on. Only Meghan wasn’t altogether satisfied.
“Um, there’s still a lot of broth left in there. Aren’t you going to finish it? I always do. Just a force of habit, I guess.”
Foot Licker still desperately wanted to fit in, so she picked the bowl up with both hands, brought it to her mouth, and drank it all down; some of it even streamed down from both sides of her face. If she wasn’t so focused on the task at hand, she would have noticed some of her sisters gagging.
“Okay, girls,” began Theresa. “Congrats. You’ve survived Hell Week. Your sisters are all very proud of you. Now, you just have to put up with Initiation Week and you’re in.”
Everyone cheered. Everyone except for Foot Licker. You see, she was under the impression that she was already in.
Theresa began talking again once the cheering died down. “It’s also Throwback Week here on campus, so we want all of you pledges to act like hippie chicks for the whole week. By that, I mean you’ll dance for our pleasure out on the lawn to 60’s music, you’ll take your favorite shirts and make them tye dyed, you’ll be barefoot at all times (Foot Licker gulped when she heard this), and, finally, you won’t bathe for the entire week.”
There was a collective “Eww.”
“Only one of you won’t have to take part in this ritual, and it is none other than Foot Licker. She’s not quite as worthless as the rest of you. In fact, Foot Licker, you don’t even need to hear the rest of this. I’ll just be talking about what else we’ll be expecting of these girls this week. Why don’t you head on out to the dining hall. We’ll catch up with you in a bit.”
Foot Licker proudly walked past all of her jealous fellow pledges and out the door. They each gave her a look of disdain as she passed by. Once she was halfway down the street, heading for the dining hall, Theresa addressed the other pledges again.
“Okay, girls. There’s just one more thing I wanted to fill you in on. Foot Licker will taste every bit of filth and grime that collects on the soles of your feet. Why else would we have you walk barefoot for an entire week without bathing?”
All of the pledges breathed a sigh of relief and immediately looked to one another with a devilish gleam in their eyes.
“But, you cannot tell her about this at all, or else it will ruin the surprise. Got it?”
They all nodded along like good little foot soldiers.
Foot Licker wasn’t completely relieved of her duties during Initiation Week. In fact, not much had changed. Her daily routine still involved going from room to room each morning, waking each of the sisters up with a thorough foot licking.
“Ah, there is no better way to wake up,” said Theresa. “Thanks, Foot Licker.” She then patted Foot Licker atop the head and sent her on her way.
Most of the sisters were appreciative for the gesture, and only some of them still found it funny. They led her to believe that they only laughed because they were ticklish on the soles of their feet, but, really, they found it amusing that this poor girl was happy to be licking their feet every morning. One girl was more than appreciative to receive this sort of wake-up each morning. It was Meghan, owner of the first pair of feet she ever licked. Meghan was also the only lesbian in the house. Thanks to her stern, religious upbringing, Foot Licker was a little weirded out by this.
One morning, while Foot Licker was down at the foot of her bed lapping away at her feet, Meghan began to pleasure herself. Foot Licker noticed this and couldn’t hide the disgust in her eyes. Unfortunately, Meghan noticed this reaction. To punish Foot Licker for her close-mindedness, she pulled her left foot away, moistened the palm of her hand up with her juices, and then wiped it all over the sole of her foot. Then, she shoved it back down in front of Foot Licker’s face.
“You missed a spot, bitch,” she said, with a sneer. “Clean it all off, or else.”
Foot Licker was finally sickened. She’d been licking feet for over a week, and only now was she disgusted. But, being a member of this sorority did mean the world to her, so she did as she was told. Meghan just lay there, with her arms behind her head and her feet crossed at the ankles.
Her evenings weren’t much better than her mornings. All of the sisters sat around the television, eating snacks and gossiping, while Foot Licker licked their filthy flip-flops clean. After all, she was indirectly responsible for them being so dirty. They had to get them that way for the first night of Hell Week. They didn’t even look over at her while she lapped away. They had broken her in; they were used to it by now.
The only bright points for Foot Licker came whenever she noticed the other pledges dragging themselves into the living room, filthy, ragged, and reeking. She also noticed how disgusting their bare feet looked by the week’s end, and she was glad Theresa told her she wouldn’t be “licking” their feet because they were still only pledges.
A few of them snickered at her on their way by. She figured they were just jealous of her because she had been accepted long before them. So, she figured it was safe to roll her eyes at them. Unfortunately, though, she soon learned why they all snickered.
Theresa entered the living room, carrying a chair, and Meghan followed her in, carrying a bucket filled with water. Theresa placed the chair in the middle of the room and Meghan placed the bucket on the floor in front of it.
“Okay, girls,” said Theresa, gathering everyone’s attention. “It’s time the pledges have their feet cleaned. Foot Licker…”
Foot Licker suddenly got nervous. “But, you said…”
“Don’t worry. I said you wouldn’t be licking their feet and I meant it. All that’s going to happen is they’re going to each take a turn sitting in this chair and you’re going to clean their feet in this bucket. Then, you’ll dry them off with a towel. Your tongue will not touch their feet at all. It’s just that I’ve noticed they’re a little jealous of you and I wanted you to sort of extend an olive branch of sorts. It’s what’s best for everyone.”
Now, all of the pledges felt as though they’d been lied to by Theresa. But, they soon discovered that they hadn’t been. You see, Foot Licker would indeed taste every bit of filth and grime that had collected on their feet.
Once every foot was clean and dry, Meghan carried the bucket of now filthy water to the kitchen. Every time she glanced down at the disgusting foot bath water that even had a few unidentified things floating on its surface, she smirked and pretended to gag. Once she was in there, she grabbed a package of Rahmin Noodles from the cupboard, prepared them, and then drained them of all the juice. Then, she did the unthinkable when she took a ladle, scooped out some of the foot bath water and dumped it into a bowl along with the noodles. When she was finished, she placed it upon the long kitchen table and walked back in to the living room.
“Girls, to welcome you all into the Gamma Gamma Gamma sorority, I’ve prepared a lobster dinner.” All of the pledges cheered, bringing a smile to every sister’s face. They all hugged. “And, Foot Licker, I haven’t forgotten that you’re allergic to shell fish. We don’t want to have to rush you off to the hospital, so I cooked up some Rahmin Noodles for you. Now, in all fairness, it was my first time, so I hope I didn’t screw it up.”
Foot Licker smiled, thinking how sweet it was for Meghan to remember her allergy.
All of the girls piled into the kitchen and squeezed around the table. Everyone dug right in, except for Foot Licker for she had never seen Rahmin Noodles that looked like this.
“Is there something wrong with yours, Foot Licker?” Meghan asked, feigning disappointment.
Each of the pledges looked over at Foot Licker’s bowl and immediately noticed that her noodles were floating in their foot grime. A few of them could barely stifle their laughter. Theresa simply smirked.
“Oh, um, no,” answered Foot Licker. Then, she brought the first spoonful of filthy foot soaked noodles to her mouth. They all repeatedly snuck glances down to her end of the table as she ate every last noodle. She sucked the last noodle in, causing a bit of foot water to splash up onto her face, just below her eye. Finally, one of the pledges gave into her laughter. Foot Licker placed her spoon on the table next to her bowl. Everyone was pleased with the exhibition she had just put on. Only Meghan wasn’t altogether satisfied.
“Um, there’s still a lot of broth left in there. Aren’t you going to finish it? I always do. Just a force of habit, I guess.”
Foot Licker still desperately wanted to fit in, so she picked the bowl up with both hands, brought it to her mouth, and drank it all down; some of it even streamed down from both sides of her face. If she wasn’t so focused on the task at hand, she would have noticed some of her sisters gagging.