Tentacle University 2: The Sorority pt. 1 *New Series*

There was a crying girl sitting on the spare bed in Rachel’s room.  She was a freshman named Bethany.  The other girls in the house had started calling her Bunny, due to her enthusiasm and bright, cheerful eyes.  She didn’t look so bright and cheerful now, though.  Tears streaked her light brown cheeks, and her youthful brown eyes were bloodshot and frightened.

“I can’t believe him. I can’t believe that Stephen would put those pictures up.” Her normally chirpy voice was a pained howl. “I didn’t even know anyone had taken pictures until I saw them on his GreekLife page.”  She looked up at Rachel, more tears spilling down her cheeks.  

Bethany was the third girl this semester to come to her about illicit photos showing up on various fraternity brother’s GreekLife pages. Every single one had almost the exact same story.  Some guy, usually one of the bros from over at Delta Alpha Kappa, hooks up with one of the newbies at Kappa Iota Lambda.  The girl is always over eighteen, and the photos are always candid shots.  Usually the girl is getting dressed or undressed, The frat brother is never seen in any of the pictures, and when confronted with the evidence, they deny ever taking the pictures, or posting them.

There have been plenty of complaints from countless Sororities, and even one Fraternity, but other than getting the photos taken down from the GreekLife pages, the guys involved get nothing but a slap on the wrist, if that.

It made Rachel sick.

“We can get the pictures down.” Rachel leaned forward, taking Bethany’s hands in hers.  “It might take a day or two, but we’ll get them down.  The school will hold a disciplinary trial, and…”

“Do you really think getting the pictures down will fix anything?” Bethany shook her head. “They’re on the internet.  They’re out there.”

Rachel wanted to tell the girl that it was possible to get them down in time, and that if they act fast enough it would all go away.  She wanted to tell her that, and actually believe the words that were coming out of her mouth.  She didn’t believe, though. She knew that if those photos were on the web, they had already been passed all over campus, if not further.  No one from the school would even try and stop the spread of the images.

Not under the new regime.  After Dean Charlotte Westgate’s murder, Hartford had rushed to fill her position.  Dean Westgate had been firm when dealing with the Greek system, keeping a close eye on the houses and their behaviour.  

The new Dean… was much more relaxed in his approach.

Dean Luther Stanton, and his little toady Eugene Smithers, were useless when it came to dealing with anything that didn’t involve getting donations for the planned stadium, or athletic center.  

Rachel could still remember the last meeting she had had with them.  She had nearly jumped out of her seat and smacked the ever living shit out of both of those old assholes, but she kept her cool.  She was the Kappa Iota Lambda president.  She couldn’t make things worse for her house by flying off the handle.  

“Those boys get a little out of hand, Miss Fischer.” Stanton had stared at her, his eyes firmly glued on her breasts, a condescending smile spread across his pale, wrinkled face.  “I doubt there was any real harm intended.  Why ruin someone’s life over a misguided prank?”

“Maybe now the women in your sorority will be more mindful of the men they choose to… socialize with,” said Smithers.

She had bit her tongue then, but she was regretting it now.

That meeting had been after the first incident.  Bethany was the fourth, and that dipshit and his office had done jack shit to stop what was quickly becoming an epidemic on the campus.  “Boys will be boys,” didn’t fly anymore.

Rachel had to wonder how the school would have reacted if the photos were of the star Quarterback, his jockeys around his ankles, and his dick flapping in the breeze.  Of course, the Quarterback was a brother over at good old Delta Alpha Kappa.  Vice President in fact.  Stephen Markham, all star athlete, was marketing gold for Hartford.  If he was the one being exposed the school would probably shut down the internet on campus and start scouring people’s personal computers to erase every single trace of the offending image.  

That was exactly what was about to happen to young Brittany’s story, as well.  She had to have gone home with the golden boy, the big man on campus.  Rachel bet that Bethany even felt special that someone as amazing as Stephen had picked her.

Now, the day after, she was the sobbing, sloppy mess sitting across from Rachel.  She needed some glimmer of hope, even though Rachel knew there was none.  

“So, they’ll make things right?  The school, I mean?” Bethany was watching her intently.

Rachel smiled, and put on her best big sister act.  “Of course they will.”

Rachel knew she was lying to Bethany, but at that moment she felt like she had no choice.  What else could she do? So, her head filled with doubts, she secretly hoped that the school would do the right thing.

-**-

The school did jack shit.

Bethany was called every name in the book, and the photos of her continued to spread.  Stephen claimed his innocence, of course, and with his all American good looks, and solid standing at the school, the students turned on Bethany. Even when Stephen had asked for the students to be understanding, they had brutalized her.

After three hellish weeks Bethany decided she would be better off doing a swan dive off the top of the Morton Dormitory.  She fell four stories, head first, onto the concrete below.  Her parents had to have a closed casket funeral.

The school played sympathetic to the media, and Stephen did an interview or two, claiming that he hoped whoever had taken and released those photos would be caught. He seemed sincere enough, but Rachel had a hard time buying it.  

They all said they were sorry for what had happened to Bethany.  

Rachel didn’t think they were sorry enough.

They had to pay, and she would find a way to collect.