I was thrilled when I got into John Harvard, but honestly, it wasn't much of a surprise. My family unit isn't wealthy. I mean, I've never wanted for anything. I got an old Honda when I was old enough to drive, not a new Tesla like some of my schoolfellow. Still, my mom is an John Harvard graduate, Federal Judge and was an highly esteemed attorney before that. I had excellent grade and excellent test scores. I was accepted to every school I applied - but Harvard, well that felt special.

The acceptance letter of the alphabet wasn't the only surprise to arrive in my mail box that spring. I was even more storm when I received an invitation to use to a Harvard final ball club, all before I graduated from high school. I was also confused.

final exam clubs are for the elite group, the aristoclass. Not me. You also join them after you get to campus, not before you graduate high school. When I googled the clubhouse there was no info online. The radical didn't seem to exist. I wondered if it was some kind of joke.

I was almost quick to fuddle the raised envelope and hand calligraphed card away when my mom arrived home and saw everything. She dropped her laptop and briefcase and just whispered,"Oh my God. You got in !"

"Got in to what ?"I asked, as I tried to nibble her laptop computer back together.

"Mercy Warren, you got in to Mercy Robert Penn Warren !"She didn't even seem to manage that her MacBook was toast.

"What is mercy warren ?"I asked, somewhat shocked she was more frantic today than the day I got my bundle from Harvard.

"It is the oldest and most elite mystic society for fair sex in the country ! When are you to salute ?"

"It says the 10 week pledge menstruation begins June 10th. I signed a contract to work as a camp counselor this summertime. I can't toast a fraternity instead."

"Sorority, honey. Fraternities are for male child. And mercifulness Warren isn't a sorority. It is so much more. If you get in, well, you will sustain connecter you can only dream of."

"No, I want to spend the summer taking teenagers backpacking,"I said.

"What do you sleep together about backpacking ?"

"A lot more than I know about this Irish bull,"I snapped.

"Just promise me you'll think about it, ok,"my mom advised.

And I did think about it. I thought about what I wanted to accomplish in life. I wanted to follow my mother into the law, and fight for women's rights. I wanted to defend for civic rightfield and be a positive change. But I also knew that would be a very difficult road.

to the highest degree lawyers didn't have jobs these days, let alone the sumptuousness to take on impossible display case with no promise of financial wages. The more I thought about it the more I knew the cold truth. If I had any hope of getting where I wanted to go I needed help. I needed connections. clemency Warren seemed to offer it. Finally I agreed.

I met the pledge class at a small ramshackle building on the outskirts of campus. They had given me a code parole to get in the front doorway. Once in we were told to back up our telephone to the cloud and leave all camera, computing machine and screenland behind.They searched our purse and loaded us on a bus. From the bus we climbed aboard a boat in the harbor.

Once we were out to sea we were told to dump our phone overboard. The blonde in charge insisted this summer would be about secrecy and sisterhood. This was a symbol of that sistership. One of the other xi pledge protested. She insisted there was no way, she would do it.

The blonde in charge grabbed her deal and pulled her to the side of the boat, she told the pledge she could drop the phone over board or be thrown overboard herself. Either way, her phone gets ruined, but the second option ensures she has to float back to capital of Massachusetts alone. The girl dropped her telephone into the waves with the somersaulting of her wrist joint and returned to her seat.

I got up, walked to the slope, and nonchalantly threw my phone. The others followed. I wasn't for certain what this shit would be like, I was already anxious to drop by the wayside, but I didn't want to swim back to Beantown. I believed this bitch was dangerous and would bemuse us overboard if we didn't do what she commanded.

The ferry docked in Provincetown at a quaint mansion house, if ever such a affair exists. The edifice was a beautiful swooning Amytal with white clipping and had many invitee business firm on the premises. The beach was perfect T. H. White sand lined with Adirondack professorship and umbrellas. A gaggle of barely dressed highly preen young lady were on the dock to welcome us. They called us sister and I was certain these would be the former cult members I was joining.

Before long, my negativity fell away. The young lady came across as ditzes - at first of all. Within 60 minutes of arriving in Provincetown it was clear I was among the fresh and most tug women I had ever met. That summer I learned about distaff empowerment, feminist account as well as how to put my constitution on right. I learned how to dress to evoke attention while maintaining magnate and how to josh and flirt. All skills, I was told, were all important for success.

Mercy Warren dates back over 150 eld, since before women were even allowed to give ear Harvard University. They are part of the reason women were educated by Harvard faculty at Radcliffe College and later admitted fully to Harvard University.

The women of mercifulness warren have been changing the world for 150 years. Their mantra was to win by fighting and playing the secret plan. The preening is contribution of the secret plan. Men use sex as power so the belief is we can too - just differently. The girls seemed ditsy, but they were always cook to pounce.

It was the most enlightening time of my life.

On the night of July 4th the tone changed, though. That night was called the renewal. We were to be rehabilitated, whatever that meant.

We were gathered together in a dungeon bellow the base of our resort. The solitary luminousness came from great mullein latched to the bulwark. The phallus stripped us to our bandeau and step-in and made us hold off for hours, stone quiet. Finally the solid blonde leader walked in wearing zip. She lead 12 men, naked, shackled and masked, into the room.

"You are part of a foresighted history of char who fought against a gild who saw them as target,"the stiff blond said while holding a torch."Things are different for us today, but we must still realize that most men continue to see us as aim. Tonight you will prefer a man by casting bunch. This man will be your hubby for the calendar month of July. You will each live with him in one of the guest mansion. You will cook for him. You will cleanse for him, and you will bonk for him. You will have intercourse him any way he wants any time he wants."

She threw two dice into a Mexican valium and commanded the number one in line to vagabond them. Two pentad flashed. The strong blond in charge handed my pledge baby a key and one of the men held up his arms. The blonde lead the panicky girl to the man, she unlocked him.

"You belong to him, you must do as he commands,"the blonde said. The pledge broke down crying. With right motion the man tore the girl panty and bra from her body. She fell to her knees terrified. She refused to move.

The block out man made the nearly of the state of affairs. He forced her mouth out-of-doors and shoved his semifinal firmly dick into her sassing. We could hear her gagging on his prick over her crying. The assurance didn't fight though. She didn't try to run either. She just sucked this unknown cock. In time he pushed her to the story, flipped her over, lifted her hind fourth some and pushed his cock into her - no condom no protective covering. She screamed when he first entered her and cried the whole metre he fucked her. But again, she didn't engagement back - she let him dominate her.

It was clear my pledge sis was a virgin because blood dripped down her leg. He had pierced through her hymen. I knew I would leech tonight too. I wondered how many of us were about to lose our virginity in the harshest and coldest of ways.

We stood completely understood watching our sis get fucked for the number one clip. No one said anything. One of the other pledge began to cry. But none of us ran to her aid. We watched her, basically, get raped and didn't intervene. I think fear stopped us cold. veneration that we were adjacent. Fear that we would be cast out.

One pledge tried to look away from it all, turning her whole body. The strong blond walked over to her and slapped her. It was the outset time I had ever seen a fair sex hit. A bruise started forming over the pledge eye immediately.

"We will watch,"the blonde screamed."We will recognize what men think of us."

The man grunted loudly, like an animal as he came inside my beautiful baby. His cum dripped from her like a fountain Ashe lifted my pledge Sister from the flooring and carried her over to what looked like a twisting gimmick. Her swollen slit lips looked glazed with baby batter.. He tied her in plaza, then began to lightly whip her. The show was over. While my Sister was whipped we would all roll out the dice, cast lots, and meet our ugly fates.

When it was my routine I rolled snake eyes."Oh shit,"I thought."That can't be good."

I was right, my man was hulk of a man with deep nigrify tegument and an enormous punishing gumshoe. I cracked a joke,"Isn't it in poor taste to shackle a black man in United States of America. Kind of points to slavery doesn't it ?"

The few pledges not being fucked laughed, but I barely heard them because the secure blonde struck me across the face with all her force. I fell to the priming and blood dripped from my rim. When I started to bear the blonde hit me again with a balled fist, throwing all her weight into the reversal. I crashed to the concrete floor again. This time my entrust eye screamed in pain in the neck. I struggled to stand. The solid room was spinning and I saw look-alike. But I got up, probably lifted only by my pridefulness.

"place doesn't trick,"the blonde screamed. Everyone in the room stopped fucking and watched only us."place gets fucked. Men see us as attribute. Men do n't pull their punches. For the succeeding few calendar week you ARE place and you will feel every blow. Fuck her here in social movement me - over the barrel."

An old dusty cask was rolled out. My"husband"bent me over the barrel, tied my hands, forced a gag into my mouthpiece and scatter my legs. Then with no lubricator and no arousal he forced his cock into my dry snatch. The pain was excruciating. I was a virgin just two minutes ago, but I didn't sense my initiative head tear. The pain of a dry shag masked the feeling of that symbolic crossing into womanhood. Instead I only felt 9 in of hawkshaw tearing and ripping my dry pussycat apart.

There was no lubricator, nothing to allay his trend. Every thrust felt like a rug burnagainst my vaginal paries. I screamed and cried every clip he pulled his putz from my body and screamed and cried once again as he forced himself back into me. The pain was so great I couldn't breathe. If it weren't for the screaming I may have failed to take in any oxygen during the torment. I turned my head to the side to see my pledge sis. They all looked horrified. One of the older girls, naked and beautiful, ran and vomited in the corner. My bedevilment was too practically for her.

In time my vagina lubed itself - likely out of self preservation - and the punishing did subside some. But every second of my first gear sexual experience was excruciating. It was something I wanted to forget but was surely I would call back all to well. Finally, mercifully, the wolf came in my pussy. When he finished he whipped his blood cum covered dick across my face.

He untied me, flipped me over his shoulder, and carried me to a platform. He tied me once more and began to lie with me again. I wasn't bent over this time. Instead, I was on my back and he climbed on top of me. His weight was crushing to my dexterity frame. He lifted my leg over his shoulder and bent me in half. His cock was able-bodied to plunk ever cryptic into my body at this slant. I swore I could palpate the tip of his phallus near the small of my back.

I closed my oculus and tried to imagine the man on top of me was a prospicient meter lover. He was a mystical I kept from my friends. I tried to fantasise myself away from this dungeon and to a intimately place. And the fancy was working. I could experience my vagina come animated. My nipple became more prominent and excited me. I could feel his intimation against my neck and I pretended it was the breath of a kind man. I could feel my body moving toward something, though I wasn't entirely sure as shooting what. Then this man ruined even my fancy. He came again, inscrutable interior of me and pulled out of me before he could finish.

I laid perfectly still for 15 or twenty moment, waiting for my married man to decide what was next. In his absence the strong blonde showed up. She screamed at me but I was too spite and to jade to pay attention. I was gagged an could n't reply anyway. I was defenseless and afraid she would hit me. Instead, she got really shut down to me ear and whispered, `` You 're doing capital. hang in there, it will all be over soon. '' The encouragement did rear me up in some odd way.

My husband retruned and immidiately began to punish me again. He turned me, retied my hands and entered me again, another new angle. Every new angle lead to a different stimulation of my vagina, and this one was my favorite. I forgot about being fisted and tried to bump my way back to my fantasy. I returned to my fantasy and my soundbox started to reply again.

He pushed as deep into me as he could and held himself still - his pecker oceanic abyss deep inside my brutalize snatch. The head word of his dick pushed hard against my cervix and his pubic bone rubbed hard against my clit.

The stimulus was enticing. I think I may have even begun to moan. The smallest sign of my pleasure angered him, though, and the man folded me up again and hammered away at my cunt until he exploded again. The hammering pulled me back into this creation, into the dank donjon. With the flick of a switch my physical structure turned off again. His cum spewed from my kitty and I felt it trickle down my cocksucker. I was angry and humiliated at the feeling of his spunk sliding down my body.

When he finished he covered me centre with a bandana and walked away for a relief once mroe. I tried to compose myself, but how ? I had just been fucked three clip in the most humiliate and painful ways I could think. This didn't get me off and my imagination didn't seem to get me there either. I didn't know much about sex, but I wanted romance, not force. It was too late now. Here I am, tied, gagged and blindfolded all so I could control the security of my futurity and career. It was too deep, the damage had been done, but I was having sec thoughts about my commitment to mercy warren.

When the man returned he took off my blindfold and shoved his pecker into my mouth. He was placid again. It sounds cliche but all I could think was that I sucking on a wet noodle - a very, very large wet attic. That didn't live on recollective, though. He became satiate quickly and began to face fuck me. He shoved his shaft down my throat until I gagged, until I couldn't breathe. My eyes teared and my pharynx scratched until he pulled his cock from my gullet. I coughed and gasped for air, snot dripping from my nose. Before I could compose myself he forced his dick down my throat again. Again I couldn't breathe. This clip I panicked.

I imagined this was what waterboarding must palpate like, only this seemed like it might be speculative. He pulled his cock from my mouth and as I gasped for air. He got his side real close to mine and rumble,"vigil the tooth, bitch."

I knew he said the Holy Scripture, but the annoyance and suffocation made it impossible for me to really understand them. He shoved his cock down my throat once more. And like last fourth dimension I couldn't breathe and panicked. I shook my pass like a Pisces the Fishes trying to escape the hook. He pulled his dick from my mouthpiece once more slapped me surd, really operose. I think I passed out. When I woke up he growled,"scout the teeth, BITCH !"

This metre I heard him and it resonated. I opened my jaw as wide as I could while he shoved his pecker down my throat. Finally he seemed felicitous with me and fucked my face with incredible vigor. I found if I relaxed the binding of my throat I could control my gag innate reflex. I tried to tickle the undersurface of his dick with my tongue. My jaw and throat hurt so much. Still I tried to pleasure him. It seemed like my survival hinged on him cumming as quickly as potential. Unfortunately it takes a man a long time to reach out a quartern orgasm in the same dark. Finally he pulled his dick from my back talk and spewed semen all over my cheek. Cum dripped down my eyelid and nose and onto my tits. My impudence were stained red and black from tears and mascara. The globs of cum were like the cherry red on top of my black look.

After another short break the man untied me, carried me to a terrace, bent me over, tied my hands to my mortise joint and put lube on my asshole. I knew what was next, and frankly I didn't caution. This man had owned me all Nox. For hours he had done everything he could to abase and hurt me. He had used me for his disgusting pleasance. Getting fucked up the ass couldn't be any risky than when he tore into my dry kitty-cat, when he hit me or when he tore my throat apart. Then he did one matter that surprised me. He took a fag, put it between his mouth, lit it, then forced it between my lips.

"Don't let that precipitate from your back talk, or I'll savor you again,"he growled.

I drew in pot with every breathing place and coughed with each exhale. It was putrid. I held the cigarette between my lips as the man muscled his way into my SOB. He grunted with his kickoff jabbing and it damage ! Having his dick 9 inches up my ass felt like a punch to the gut. It knocked the farting out of me.

Still, it didn't hurt like that first ass. It didn't humiliate like being expression fucked then gunked. He fucked me hard and I felt him deep in my intestine all while I smoked my first cigarette. For some cause he didn't lastly long.Maybe the excitement of his anal retentive fire got him off. Maybe anal sex really is that much better. No matter, he came deep in my ass before I finished my coffin nail.

He wheezed,"Just about done,"and I relaxed my physical structure at the idea the torture was over. But the ogre had one endure indignity in mind. He walked around me, took the cigarette from my lips and forced his dick into my sass. I was shocked. The mind that his dick, which had just been in my ass, was now in my mouth repulsed me. His dick tasted of lubricator and of something other than lube. Something horrific. I wanted so badly to seize with teeth his dick in protest. I wanted to sicken. Instead I sucked quickly and in a consequence it was over, his cum gurgling down my throat one More time.

He pulled his tool from my mouth, wiped his cock in my tomentum, put the cigarette back between my lips and left the dungeon. I sucked hard on that cigarette trying to find any cure to the gustatory modality his ass covered prick had left on my tongue.

Finished, I surveyed the room. Some of my other assurance sisters were in the same position I was - restrained but the punishing sex was over. Others were still being brutally fucked. various of them cried no matter which stance they were in. I watched one man finish up fucking one of my babe, wipe himself on her back then piss on her before he left. I realized it could always get worsened. Despite the chasteness at some point during the dark I fell asleep.

I was awakened by the hard blonde untying my arms. other Brigham Young women untied or uncuffed the ease of my toast year. They moved us until we all stood in tune again. We were defeated by our experience and each of us slumped. We must have looked like a broken group of women.

I was covered in cum from head to toe. I felt semen frothing my ass and pussy. I could feel my left eye swollen shut and bruised. My wrist bled from the restraints and I had a streak of descent down my inside thigh, the last tincture of my virginity. Scarier still, I didn't spirit as bad as some of the former girls.



"You aren't the 1st to stomach this,"the strong blond said."I went through renewal just like every woman of Mercy rabbit warren. It is an crucial lesson. Now comes the next stone's throw. You are to be that man's wife - for the rest of July. You will falsify and clean and fuck for him. There is a lesson here, but you must instruct it through experience."

"So every morning, she continued,"your husband will bequeath for work. You are to cook him breakfast and have it ready by 6 am, pack him a lunch and have dinner waiting for him by 5 pm. You will cleanse the star sign from top to fathom while he is away at work. You will view what he wants on TV, you will do what he wants and you will fuck when he wants. Now go."

We began to walk away and I watched a brunette walkway to the strong blonde and whisper something.

"Stop !"The blonde screamed."One more matter. You are a very special stratum. You are the quadrennial course of study. Once every four age a new class of baby joins us. One of those womanhood becomes a Saint. The holy person is the pledge who goes through rehabilitation and comes out of it pregnant."

We all started to protest until a a defenseless brunette lady friend screamd,"Quiet Down Whores ! ! !"

"When our society started,"the firm blonde girl said,"there was no nativity mastery pill. We really had very little control of our eubstance. To protect the women of Mercy Robert Penn Warren from unwanted pregnancy one char was designated to sleep with the men who insisted on seeding, cuming in us. To protect us one womanhood would sacrifice herself and would slumber with our boyfriends, or sometimes even married man, letting them seminal fluid inside her. She of course became significant and brook our men's small fry. But this gave the eternal rest of us the exemption to expect, become educated and pursue professional interests before we had children of our own."

To be our saint is to be a highly high-flown woman,"the brunet began."Yes, you will have a tike, surely. You will fuck the men who refuse to wear safety. You will experience humiliation and nuisance and vaginal birth. But in return we will bring greatness on you while you are here and once we graduate. You will sacrifice greatly while you are in college, but the rest of your life sentence comes with a pension, and honor and favors from all of your sisters. Those who are in school day with you and those who graduated long ago."

"Each of you have been taking vitamins,"the stiff blonde chimed in."In those pills was a fertility drug - ensuring you would gestate if you were truly inseminated. eleven of the 12 men have had vasectomies after we recruited them. Each underwent the tongue, but one of the men was left in tact. None of them know who can still father a youngster. Neither do we. But one of you will be fucking a cocked gun. One of you will be a mother before the school year ends. One of you will be the Saint.

"But don't veneration,"she continued."After that first child you can go on some form of contraception. It isn't 1899 any more after all. Still you will let our men inseminate you whenever they want. Now go to bed so you can rise betimes and prepare your hubby's breakfast."

I don't know how I got to bed but I woke at 5:30 am with my animate being arms around me. I wasn't sure, but I think he fucked me again when I climbed into bed. I was too tired to recall, but I had fresh ejaculate dripping from me, matting my pubic pilus.

I didn't have time to lavish and cook, so I prepared his ball and pancakes with his cum still dripping from me. I still had his semen and my blog dried in my hairsbreadth and cutis. When he walked into the kitchen he laughed at the internet site. He laughed at my humiliation.

The beginning few solar day were rough. I didn't screw how to falsify or scavenge so I struggled to keep up. I also had no experience with sex prior to the Rehabilitation. So I struggled to please my man. The good news is he never hit me again, or forced himself on me. It was never again like in the dungeon. The only thing, he insisted I smoke. It was his fetich. He needed me to smoke to get off nearly night. Really, he was quite sweet. But I hated it all none the less.

In time I got better at all of it. surely I was chain of mountains smoking, and found myself craving coffin nail, but everything else was going heavy. I became very skilled at cooking quick meal, and I was able to do even the most complex recipes in my 1950's era Betty Crocker Cook Book.

I got much safe at sex too. In fact, I got so skilful that with the most subtle of manipulations I could make sex about me not him. I could climb on top to manipulate the stride and depth of each drive. I could angle my hips, just so. to keep him from hammering me. With the properly hip turn of events I could pull in him last long enough for me to orgasm. And I liked orgasming.

By the end of the second week everything was going smoothly, until the thought started to work its way into my idea. The apotheosis. One of us would allow this camp pregnant, our sprightliness irrevocably changed.

The first of all nights the thought crept in I calmed myself by thinking my odds were one in 12, amazingly pocket-sized, all matter considered. Only I couldn't shake the feeling.

Then one night I remembered. Snake eyes. I rolled snake eyes. It would only make water sense that such an unlucky curl of the dice would decry a woman.

But that seemed crazy. I wasn't superstitious.

I tried so punishing to remember when my last point was. I needed to know when to expect the succeeding one. But I couldn't remember. I use a period tracking app on my headphone, and without even a calendar I couldn't land on date. I just prayed every night that I would be greeted by my menses the next forenoon. Sadly my menses never arrived.

Then I noticed some of the smallest of sign. The first one happened during the final week of my marriage. My husband came home base and gave me a big hug. No big deal. But my breast. They hurt.

My breasts had a pang of pain in the neck from the embrace. Something I had never experienced before. For the first sentence the felt fuller, rounder even. That night my mamilla were so raw I couldn't stand it when my husband sucked on them during sex.

That thought that was hiding in the recesses of my psyche moved front and middle. It was the entirely thing I could reckon about.

I didn't quietus all week. One sunup I found my bra tight, maybe too pie-eyed. It was now too small for me. For a few minutes I lost my shit, crying and dry heaving.

I tried to convince myself that I was overthinking it. It was crazy that my tits were growing. Even if they were, my breasts had never really filled in a good deal. I was just getting great because I was finishing puberty.

Everything was confirmed when my husband came habitation and did a duple yield even mentioning how practically adult my knocker seemed. I was so wild at him I withheld sex.

I realized I couldn't believe I was able to do that to him. I couldn't believe I had taken so much of the power in the relationship. Under unlike luck I would cause jumped for joy. But tonight I laid awake and fretted. I wished so often I had my phone so I could look for the internet for answers.

On the cobbler's last morning of my married couple I was cooking my hubby his shoemaker's last quite a little of ball and my stomach churned. It had never happened before but the smell of the orchis repulsed me.

I sprinted to the bathroom and hugged the toilet as I puked. food for thought intoxication, I tried to assure myself. Instead, the thought returned as a total on panic onrush set in. I laid on the bathroom floor, my heart racing, cold sweat beading on my brow. No, I couldn't be a female parent, not now, not so young.

I threw the eggs out, gave my man a pop sporting lady and stir his hand as he walked out the room access for the live time. instruction arrived shortly after. I was to pass the day drinking 10 pints of water and cleaning the house, before a last encounter back in the dungeon. I was to arrive naked.

I did as told, and when we all arrived at the dungeon we hugged and celebrated completing the rehabilitation.

The impregnable blonde lead the ceremony. Each of us shared how it felt to have our power taken on that first nighttime, how it felt to be helpless as a retainer and sign of the zodiac wife, and the diminished affair we did to acquire back some of the might. That is the scrap. The fighting has always been in some way that women and men are vying for king.

I realized then that we would produce as babe and leave Harvard some of the solid most unite women in the cosmos. Some of our most notable sisters even joined us - some often older, talking about their accomplishments naked in the dungeon. It was all so inspiring.

"Now,"the blond said, her tone changed."One more matter to handle. We must find out which of you is the saint."

Once the topic had been raised we all looked at each early trying to identify any small changes to our bodies that would signal which of us was to be a new female parent. A few of the girls closest to me stopped glancing around when they saw how my breasts had grown. They honed in on my body. I had barely filled an A cup bra the first days of pledging. Tonight I was now a substantial B cup. You could recount by my boob'human body they had only started to bulge and a C cup wasn't far off. If the light had been better I was sure all 11 of my sis would be staring at me.

The brunette walked to each of us handing us a bucket and a pregnancy test.

"Squat over the pail girls,"the blonde said, clearly enjoying the abasement and play,"and in five minutes we will wish one of you joy over your impending motherhood !"

I hunched over the bucket ineffective to go. But holding back all that water supply was impossible for long. It was idle smooth except for 12 sprayer of water against metal Milk River pails.

We we all stood shaking our mental testing, each hoping that we wouldn't be the one with the positive augury. After a few bit we were all glancing at each other's tests rather than our own. I was so bore to see another missy pregnant I was calling to god, any god that would mind,"Please, please, make one of these other bitches knocked up. Anyone but me !"

But the Supreme Being were not one my side of meat. I noticed the prescribed mark on my test, but I ignored it. I was sure I was seeing things. I felt sealed that if I looked hard enough another young lady had lost the lottery. Then the girl next to me started shrieking.

"Miriam ! It's Miriam. She's significant,"holding my psychometric test in the air for all to see.

My sisters all circled around me celebrating. They pretended their excitement was for me, but I knew they were thrilled their womb were still empty.

The last few workweek of pledge went well. I bonded with the miss. As the nonesuch I was treated like a goddess. I couldn't believe the purity that went with being in my position. The morning sickness was bestial, and my tits were extremely sensitive. These were relatively small-scale signs.

I was still so far from motherhood it was leisurely to ignore. Instead I reveled in being the most pop girl at the ball.

The thing I was more occupy about than anything was the smoking. I couldn't quit no matter how strong I tried. In fact, about half the missy were hooked because it turned on their husbands too. The jocularity was that was the sign you were in Mercy Warren. No one smokes anymore except us.

Reality hit when pledging ended and I walked through the door of my home. My mother was there to greet me and ran to get a hug. But she stopped in her tracks when she saw how much my breasts had grown. My stomach was even beginning to protrude bit.

"You're the saint !"she whispered sadly.

I hung my foreland and said,"Yes,"somewhat exasperated.

Then it dawned on me."hold, how do you know about the ideal ?"

My mom cooked me dinner and we stayed up talking all Nox. It all came out. My mom was also a member of Mercy Warren, recruited because her mom had fought abortion laws in the 60, and her nanna, my great grandmother had been a conjugation leader for char building planer during earthly concern War II. My great-great-grandmother had even been a suffragette. Mercy rabbit warren wanted that lineage as part of their sisterhood - once my mom had been accepted into Harvard.

Then I learned the ugly Sojourner Truth about my father. He wasn't an engineering major who had run off because he was scared of committal. My mom had been a apotheosis as well.

"The verity is I am a great lawyer, but my career has certainly been helped because of my baby, because of my sainthood."

"So this is a good affair ?"I asked.

"No, not really. I wouldn't wish it on anyone, least of all my daughter. The girls will confirm you, of course. But motherhood is hard, even under the undecomposed of destiny. And you will be fucked by many, many, many men while you are there. Used even,"she whispered stretching every vowel in the word."It isn't easy. You will sense like a castoff some nights. But when you do fell that way go talk of the town to the baby. They will help you and hold you."

Then I did some quick maths. I am 18. My mom became pregnant 19 days ago. That can't be divided by 4. I asked her how that happened.

"The true statement is, many of the nonesuch graduate early to get out of the office. I graduated in two old age almost unheard of, but I couldn't take it anymore. The holy person after me graduated in three. It can be a big motivator."

"So graduation ends the commitment."

"Just go to graduate school somewhere else so we don't find out if the commitment truly ends with commencement exercise. That is what the early saints have done."

Finally I asked my last head,"Won't some of the girls resent me for fucking their boyfriends ? I'm afraid they'll all hate me."

"The truth is, anymore, most of the girls are on the anovulatory drug. So you won't have to fuck as many bozo as a Saint did a hundred age ago. The story is those saints earned their degrees on their backs. Never stepping a foot in the classroom, never leaving their chamber. And almost of the saints kind of enjoy it. Many of us become exhibitionists."

"You too ?"

"No, not me. I am a lesbian honey. I would have got guessed you had figured that out by now. Why do you think so many of my friends are gay woman ? I don't escort because I don't have time. But I am hoping to meet the special individual just like you are. So my metre as a Saint was a different form of hell. I don't think you'll experience it the same way."

And I did come up pleasure in it, some times. I found anon. sex to be a real crook on. And gestation sex - well I can't explicate it. I had twin during my first class at Harvard. similitude ! ! ! What the fuck. As if it wasn't hard enough to be the nonesuch. Fertility pills in a goodish 18 year old, I am probably lucky I didn't have a liter of pitch blackness babies.

I fucked one C of men during my meter at Harvard. I don't know if enjoyed it, but I had a lot of orgasms myself. An I love smoking while riding a guy, blowing smoke in his face.

I start law school in the autumn. As very much as I enjoyed my sisters, I decided to go to Yale. I didn't want to try my hazard .