The house was as old as the college itself. Mary Wortham had provided a great sum for the college's endowment, and used her clout to secure the house. She had loved her years as a Gamma Kappa, and wanted the girls in her home town to have the same opportunity, even if it was just a community college. The national sorority never agreed, of course, but Wortham was too rich to simply ignore. As a happy medium, the GK's were created as a sort of minor league sorority. For all other purposes, they were not different than their four year counterparts. In fact, it was a point of pride to be one of Wortham's Gammas. These girls were the red-shirted elite, destined to be the wives and mistresses of the rich and powerful. The Gamma's creed did not carry much in the way of self reliance or even in independence. They were the product of old money and had little interest in modernizing.
The GK house grounds left the building separated from the rest of the school by a hundred and fifty yards in either direction. It was nestled behind old oak trees and hanging moss which swayed in the hot wind. The campus was dark other than the orange orbs of the lampposts and the occasional safety floodlight. A few lights were on in the house dormitory, but for the most part the girls slept. Only the best of the best were allowed to live in the house. The sorority president's suite was one of the few still illuminated, and keen eyes saw the girl's form flit from one side of her room to the other. The faint memory of a name returned for a moment, Sandra Neely. The wolves' snouts opened in a toothy grin as they watched her. With a low, luring whistle the shrouded figure between them urged the two beasts to follow.
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Cordelia guzzled down her bottle of water in the house kitchen. Late night jogs always helped her sleep. Her shirt was draped over her shoulder and she tugged around the edges of the sweaty sports bra. At first, she didn't notice the tapping at the kitchen door. She continued stretching her calves against the stainless steel cabinets. A faint smell filled the kitchen, something Cordelia could barely remember. She looked around at the counter tops, expecting to see an array of fresh fruit laid out for the morning breakfast. The tapping happened again. She rolled her eyes and stomped over to the door, annoyed at whichever freshman girl on the other side had forgotten the code again.
The door swung open and Cordelia staggered back away from the tall, hooded figure standing on the other side.
"Hello, sweetie," said a melodious voice. Red-gloved hands rose up out of the dark cloak as the figure pulled back her cowl and an array of ruby locks fell out around her shoulders. Cordelia was struck by the woman's beauty, her dazzling eyes and plush lips. "Is this your house?"
Cordelia answered, "Yes, I live upstairs with the other girls."
"Oh, good. My name is Mandi. Can I come in?"
A small, fleeting thought in Cordelia's mind warned her that something was extremely wrong. In the shadows behind the beautiful woman, she imagined seeing hulking monsters with red eyes and huge...well.
"Yeah, sure," she answered with a wholesome smile.
Mandi's eyes flashed a crimson hue as she crossed the threshold. Rasp laughter filled the shadows behind her. A wave of euphoria washed over Cordelia and she was struck dumb on the spot. Mandi walked around the girl, pulling off her red gloves slowly. "Come on in boys. Don't worry, they're house trained." Wolf and Hound stalked into the kitchen, sniffing at the stunned girl. Cordelia felt a twitch go through her pussy at the sight of the beasts. Mandi stroked her hand down Hound's back, "Ah-ah, not yet." She took Cordelia by the hand and led her out of the kitchen. The four of them moved deftly upstairs into the empty common room. The wolves ears pricked up at the sound of movement in the dormitory. With a snap of her fingers, Mandi drew their attention to the task at hand and the two mongrels started to clear away furniture. Cordelia was placed in the center of the room, a few feet away from Mandi.
A clear thought rang through the minds of her disciples. "Surround the house. Let none escape. ENJOY THE SHOW."
Mandi turned her attention back to the entranced girl in the center of the room. "What's your name dear?"
"Cordelia," she replied.
"Excellent. Now, we're going to play a little game, just to get warmed up. I will ask you a question and if you answer it, you will get a reward. Doesn't that sound fun? I do enjoy giving out the rewards. Now then, for the first question. How many girls live in this house, Cordelia?" Mandi asked, moving closer to her prey.
"Fourteen, counting myself. Six double rooms and two suites." Cordelia desperately wanted to hide or run, but something kept her legs frozen and urged her to answer whatever was asked.
"Very good, Cordelia. You get a treat." Mandi bent slightly towards the shorter girl and gave her a long wet kiss. Cordelia shuddered on the spot. She'd never kissed a girl before. As Mandi pulled away, Cordelia felt a strange tingling in her lips, similar to anesthetic wearing away. From underneath her cloak, Mandi withdrew a small hand held mirror and put it a few inches away from Cordelia's face. The girl watched her lips swell and turn a permanent shade of red. Under a strange compulsion, she kissed herself in the mirror, leaving lip prints on the glass.
"Permanent lipstick," Mandi said. "I've picked up all sorts of tricks. It even changes colors with each kiss." She showed the mirror to Cordelia again. Her lips had changed to a light shade of orange. "Just think of all those cocks your going to turn into rainbows. Hmm, I might even let them stay that way. I know I'd like to be fucked by a rainbow dick."
Cordelia's mouth started to water. She'd sucked her boyfriend off a couple of times and never enjoyed it. Now, she could smell the memory of his cock and remembered the faint salty taste of his precum.
"Another question," Mandi said. "Is your boyfriend an ass man or a breast man? Does he want to watch your titties jiggle as you bounce up and down on his dick or does he fuck you from behind to watch your ass squish against his crotch?
