First Mission. Ursula Volkanov's origin story (prequel)

[Torreken]

Hi everyone! I have been writing a very long story in spare moments for a very long time, but it will take a while until I finish it. The other day I read Praetorian’s story (I have other ‘assignments’ pending, but I am so behind on many stories that it is hard to find time to finally catch-up) and it inspired me to write a short piece in a free evening. This a prequel to my main series, so I hope you enjoy it.

First mission. Ursula Volkanov’s origin story
Ursuka Volkanov adjusted the blonde wig which covered her fiery red hair and gave a spin, smiling to the mirror. The skirt was a bit too short because the original owner was a bit taller than her, so she caught a glimpse of her toned thighs and black lacy bikini panties, but the uniform fitted her very well. She looked gorgeous in the yellow and purple cheerleader uniform of her university.

A muffled grunt came from the nearby booth. Felicia Kirsten, the unwilling donor of the cheerleader outfit, started to awake, so Ursula went to check on her. The tall and slim blonde laid down on the floor in her lacy pink bra and matching lacy thong. Besides that, she wore only one multicoloured sock, as the other was crammed in her mouth, held with tape to silence her protests. Her hands were firmly tied behind her back, additional rope restrained the pretty blonde’s ankles and a cloth blindfolded Felicia, who, now fully awake, was annoyed rather than scared.

The cheerleader thought that this was some kind of prank, and she was not far from the truth. Besides her uniform, Ursula needed the young co-ed’s invitation to the Delta-Omega frat party. Delta-Omega was the most exclusive female fraternity in campus and, after a few members had graduated, tonight there was going to be an initiation ceremony to select new candidates. Felicia, as a pretty, popular and rich student, was an obvious candidate, but there were more than 40 women aspiring to join the sorority, some of them cheerleaders, so it would be easy for Ursula to attend in her place without no one noticing who she really was.

Two weeks ago, Ursula had become a minor campus legend when she broke into one professor’s office and stole an exam after a dare. Besides winning a few hundred bucks, Ursula got a reputation, especially after rumours about having escaped disguised as a security guard spread throughout the campus. That is why she had been contacted by a random group of close to 20 students, who jokingly called themselves the ‘coalition of the willing’, to attend Delta-Omega party. The objectives of this disparate group were varied, while some members of the university campus newspaper wanted a scoop of the sorority’s shady initiation ceremony, others wanted Ursula to humiliate the entitled brats who ran Delta-Omega in revenge for having bullied them. Stealing their banner, taking compromising pictures of them or something meaner than Ursula thought of. Something impactful to tarnish the frat’s reputation, in summary. The common hatred to the co-eds was the main element who glued this coalition, and it showed. In any case, they had gathered almost 3000$ dollars and they gave free rein to Ursula to act as she saw fit. So, the redheaded student, on the verge of flunking out and with a ton of student-loans, gladly accepted this strange mission

Besides the money and some vague directions, Ursula’s ‘employers’ had given her a satchel bag with chloroform and other ‘magic potions’ stolen from a university lab and three small video-cameras. Ropes and tape were provided by Ursula herself, just in case.

All that had worked very well on Felicia. Ursula pressed a cloth soaked in chloroform to the blonde cheerleader, who fell unconscious before she realised what has happened. Then, Ursula had tied her with rope (she had learned a few tricks after some extensive browsing on the Internet) and gagged her after relieving the blonde cheerleader from her yellow and purple uniform. Now, before leaving to the party, Ursula produced an additional coil rope which she used to connect Felicia’s hands and ankles, hogtying her. As a final touch, she lowered the blonde’s pink panties to her knees and gave her a couple of spanks in her cute butt. The blonde cheerleader was a real ‘mean girl’, so Ursula did not feel bad in the slightest.

***

Ursula arrived early to the impressive residence where the members of Delta-Omega lived. After showing her invitation, she was welcomed inside, greeted by a lot of food and even more booze. It was rumoured that the trials that any candidate had to endure to join the sorority would be impossible to stomach sober, so the free alcohol was a way of helping them, although it was also a way of making the candidates more easily coerced into doing something humiliating.

The residence was almost empty, so Ursula was free to roam with a rum and coke cocktail, just making small chat with other young women who were there. The fake cheerleader also found the opportunity to hide the three video-cameras in the main hall where the trials would take place, so the whole initiation ceremony would be recorded.

By 7.30 the party was bopping, with nearly 50 hot co-eds drinking and socialising, although they would soon lose any sense of camaraderie or sorority. Five members of Delta-Omega, who wore a black tunic with wide sleeves and a hood, besides a black mask which covered the upper part of their faces, hosted the party, inviting people to drink and eat before the trials started.

Ursula then decided to take a bold step, and sneaked away from the party without anyone noticing; she quietly climbed the stairs to the upper floor helped by the comfy white trainers she too had borrowed from Felicia. Without a second of doubt, she came up with a better and much bolder plan than the first she had primarily hatched, so she walked towards the master bedroom, the quarters of the sorority’s leader, Bethany Jefferson.

Bethany was not the typical pretty, tall skinny blonde. She was blonde and gorgeous, but she was 5’6’’, curvaceous, and her skin was tanned thanks to spending long stays in paradisiac beaches. Her golden, curly hair and her pretty blue eyes and smile, combined with a flat stomach, a round butt and majestic breasts made her one of the hottest girls on campus. Besides that, her family was ludicrously rich and one of the historical donors to the university. In sum, Bethany was an uppity, entitled bitch, the silverback of a pack of she-wolves who lorded over their fellow students and treated with cruelty any chance they had.

Bethany’s door was slightly ajar, so Ursula could take a peek before doing anything rushed. She was greeted by an amazing sight. In front of her, Bethany was bending over her drawer, looking for something, so she offered to Ursula her round and enticing butt in full display. To make things even better, Bethany was wearing only a grey camisole, which has inevitably hiked up her waist, so the intruder could admire the blonde co-ed’s ass in all its majesty, covered only with a skimpy blue thong.

Ursula decided to follow the same modus operandi than before, so she prepared a cloth soaked in chloroform and stealthily moved towards her unaware target. However, Bethany abruptly turned, catching Ursula still a few paces from her. The blonde screamed for help, but the lower floor’s music was so loud that no one heard her.

The fake cheerleader lurched forward and a fight ensued. Bethany got a kick of adrenaline which helped her resist Ursula’s attack and she even managed to force the assaulter to drop the cloth she was holding. However, Ursula knew how to fight and after a short struggle the fake cheerleader subdued the feisty co-ed, forcing her on her knees with her camisole completely torn.

With the speed of lighting, Ursula torn a strip of the grey camisole to gag Bethany and held it in her mouth with tape. Then, she quickly, taped the sorority leader’s hands behind her back. She circled her knees and ankles with more tape and then lifted her to her feet, only to immediately throw her to the big bed placed at the centre of the room. Bethany cursed and wriggled to no avail, so, once the adrenaline wore off, the hot blonde started to resign to her strange fate.

Ursula would have love to have some time to play with her uppity captive, but time was of essence. She walked to the open drawer and took Bethany’ black tunic, which was embroidered with the silver letters of the sorority, signalling her as the leader. Then, she quickly lowered her skirt and took off her shirt, tossing the now unnecessary cheerleader outfit aside. Wearing only her lacy black panties and matching underwear, she put the tunic on and started to look for the mask to complete her disguise.

Suddenly, a voice interrupted her search. ‘Beth, do you have my purple lipstick? Are you ready? The rest of the girls are waiting for us downstairs to start the initiation ceremony’, said Marcia, a slim, pretty brunette with pale skin and blue eyes who casually stepped into the room.

Marcia looked in disbelief to her friend and leader Bethany, bound and gagged with her amazing boobs and the rest of her enticing body in full display, only covered by some tape and a blue thong, and to another young woman who wore the blonde co-ed’s tunic. The brunette mumbled a trembling ‘Who are you? What is going on?’ before she shouted and started to run, looking for help.

However, those two seconds of hesitation were enough for Ursula, who rushed towards her and managed to grab Marcia’s tunic. The music was very loud but it was a matter of time that anyone heard the brunette’s frantic screams, so Ursula decided to improvise. In a stroke of brilliance, the impersonator came with an ingenious and quick solution. The redheaded student (although she had kept her blonde wig) yanked Marcia’s tunic up with great strength so the brunette head and arms were fully wrapped by it. Before the co-ed could react, Ursula took some rope and tied up the tunic’s hem like a bag, trapping Marcia in her own outfit.

The brunette offered a sight for the ages, a mixture of comedy and sexiness, as she could not see or free her arms while her turquoise bra, matching tanga panties and transparent pantyhose were on full display. Marcia shouted with all her voice but no one could hear her now. Ursula then toyed a little bit with her prisoners, caressing with her finger the brunette’s pantyhose elastic and taking her perky boobs out of the turquoise bra. However, time was of essence, she remembered, so she stopped playing and pushed the captive inside a big wardrobe, locking her up. Fortuitously, Bethany’ mask was there, so Ursula could now complete the disguise and join the party in a more prominent position.

[Torreken]

***

The trials that the candidate had to endure were a mixture of half-cooked tradition and crazy tasks invented on the spot. That combined with the disguise and the high consumption of alcohol made it easier for Ursula to lead the ceremony without no one suspecting that she was an impostor. Also, no one seemed to notice that Marcia was missing.

The impersonator was in shock. Ursula had heard rumours about the vicious and humiliating trials of the sorority, but the reality exceeded her wildest expectations. Most of the trials had a very explicit sexual part, from stripping to kissing, from lap-dancing to open groping and molestation. One candidate, a petite brunette half-American and half-Japanese called Linda, who was the only non-white candidate besides a caramel-coloured beauty of Indian origins named Priya, refused to obey an order from one the members of Delta-Omega. As a punishment, she was forced to kneel and, covered by the frat-girl tunic, she was probably required to eat the pussy of the co-ed. At least that is what looked like. Similarly, a tie between two candidates in one competition was resolved by ‘trial by combat’. Wearing only their underwear, the two young women had to wrestle and to subdue her opponent. The winner, a curvaceous blonde with short hair, blue eyes and immense jugs had quickly stripped her rival, a slim brunette, of her red panties and matching bra. Then, pulling her from her hair, she started to finger her to everyone’s amusement. Despite the brunette pleas and shouts of surrender, the curvy blonde, named Drew, only stopped when her rival orgasmed, completing the brunette’s humiliation.

At the beginning, Ursula saw with disgust the trials, but she was drinking a lot so, after a couple of hours, she realised with remorse that she was enjoying the games and she even designed some spicy competitions which involved bondage. The party was a pandemonium, so she was surprised that it did not attract the attention of campus security until she discreetly found out that the campus’ security guards knew about this, but, following the principal’s orders, they ignored everything that happened inside the frat-house and they only intervened if things got out of hand in campus. One of the many privileges the sorority enjoyed at the university due to the members’ privileged background.

In the end, only three candidates were left, the rest now gone home after experiencing a tough ordeal: Drew, the vicious and curvy blonde, a gorgeous redhead with green eyes and thousands of freckles named Andrea, and a tall and slim co-ed with curly brown hair named Patricia. The three women were now wearing only her panties (Drew had white bikini panties, Andrea a black thong and Patricia red lacy tanga panties) and a football shirt that they had to borrow for the boys from the university team in one of the previous tasks. The three women, blindfolded and with their hands tied behind their back, were now part of a parade supposed to be ae-inspiring that stopped in the main hall, where they took a silly oath. Then, the six members of Delta-Omega (by then everyone assumed Marcia was wasted, sleeping in her room), walked one by one, kissing the three candidates on their lips. Some members went beyond that, groping and frisking the tied co-eds with uncontrollable lust. Patricia, the tall candidate with brown-hair tried to deflect some of the horniest members’ attentions thinking that she was entitled to do that now, but she was immediately shunned. Two frat-girls walked her out of the building. They refused to untie her hands or remove the candidate’s blindfolding: they only spanked her cute butt and pushed her out the door.

The ceremony completed, Drew and Andrea were given black tunics and were welcomed in Delta-Omega. Ursula saw finally her chance to end the night with a bang. She got a bottle of tequila and prepared 8 shots, spiking 7 of them with a somniferous substance. She repeated the same operation three times, until all the members of Delta-Omega were unconscious or very lethargic. Unopposed, she took chloroform from her satchel and completed to knock out the seven co-eds. Then she quickly divested them from their black tunics and underwear and started to restrain them. She sat them on a big circle, completely naked, and tied their wrists and ankles together. As a final touch, she took the seven co-eds’ panties and, making sure, that no one got their own undies, she forced them into the frat-girls’ mouths, securing them with tape.

To complete her display, Ursula walked upstairs, to Bethany’s master bedroom. First, she forced Marcia to walk downstairs, still trapped in her tunic. Then she cut the brunette’s bra and panties and, despite her frantic protests, she tied her ankles and hung her upside-down from one of the ceiling’s beams. Next, she went to fetch Bethany. She put the blonde leader of the frat on her shoulder, and walked her downstairs, spanking her butt when the co-ed wriggled. She removed the tape from the blonde’s lips, so the leader immediately spited the fragment of camisole from her mouth, gasping for hair. Bethany started to insult and threat Ursula, using clichés which ranged from ‘you are going to pay for this’ or ‘you do not know who you are messing with’. Ursula just smiled. She told her that this was just an anticipation of future punishments if they continue to bully their fellow students. Then, she cut Bethany’s blue thong and stuffed it into the blonde’s mouth, silencing her protests, and added tape to secure the gag. Then, the infiltrator circled coil of rope around Bethany’s magnificent breasts and used a harness to hook her up from the ceiling, next to her friend Marcia and the sorority’s banner. As a final indignity, she placed a vibrator that had been used in one of the trials inside Bethany’s pussy, hitting it to max, before lifting the now completely defeated into the ceiling.

***

Ursula collected the hidden video-cameras, which had filmed the incredibly racy ceremony and its unexpected aftermath, then took her satchel and left. ‘Mission accomplished’, she thought. The result had completely exceeded everyone’s expectations, so a very drunk Ursula left the Delta-Omega residence feeling victorious.

However, at the door she ran into a pretty short co-ed with wavy brown hair named Christine, who told her that she had left her phone (and her panties, as Ursula could clearly appreciate looking at the co-eds tight leggings), so she wanted to retrieve now that the ceremony was over. Ursula told her to go home, but before she could enforce it, the brown-haired college student caught a glimpse of the nine members of the Delta-Omega tied up naked, two of them hanging from the ceiling. Christine had surrendered quite early, so she did not see the most humiliating and sexual trials. In any case, Ursula’s display could look scary before you got a closer look and realised that it was humiliating and torrid, but it did not harm the entitled frat-girls (only their pride and reputation). The short co-ed started to shout, calling the campus security, so Ursula had to flee the scene.

If Ursula had had a clearer mind, she could probably have escaped stealthily. However, she was then a 22-years-old fuelled with tequila and rum and with a bust of adrenaline after having bested the meanest sorority of the university. That is why she thought that the best idea was replicate her plan from two weeks ago, when she knocked out a security guard and used her uniform to escape.

Ursula saw that many security guards ran towards the Delta-Omega residence from her hide-out on top of a tree. A curvy Latina in her late-twenties, who wore her black hair in a ponytail, walked below the tree and Ursula thought that this was her chance. Without subtlety, she threw herself on top of the surprised guard, and, surprisingly, no one else notice it.

The security guard tried to struggle, but Ursula was lying on top of her, making it impossible to get rid of her assaulter. The impersonator hit the back of the Latina’s neck, rendering her dazzled. Then, she dragged her body behind the tree and stripped her of her uniform, which consisted of black boots and tie, navy-blue trousers, shirt and cap. The security guard, named Amelia Rodriguez, started to recover, as Ursula’s hit as not being 100% precise due to her inebriated status, so the impersonator quickly used tape to tie her hands behind her back and to secure her to the trunk of the tree. Amelia, realising that she was tied to a tree, wearing only her white cotton panties and a matching bra which hardly contained her generous breasts, started to shout for help. Ursula taped the security guards’ mouth but it was too late, and the Latina’s shouts attracted her partners.

Ursula bolted before the rest of the security guards saw her and she soon arrived to her dorm-building. Despite her drunkenness, she realised that her security guard uniform was not useful anymore, especially when her tongue would slur if she had to talk to anyone. Consequently, she decided to climb to her room in the second floor using a nearby pipe. Against all odds, she managed to reach her room without no one seeing her or she breaking the pipe and falling to the ground.

Exhilarated, Ursula put her head under the sink to clear her mind. Then, she took her sweaty clothes and underwear, hiding the incriminating security guard uniform in a laundry bin, and jumped on the shower. Twenty minutes later, she stepped out of the shower in a much better condition. Laughing at her crazy adventure, she dried her skin, put on a pair of comfortable light-violet coloured panties and the US-team soccer jersey and started to comb her natural red hair. She could not believe what she had done and that she had gotten away with it. No one could know who was the mysterious impersonator who had raided the Delta-Omega residence and knocked out a security guard, besides stealing the cheerleader uniform of a spoiled brat. Her reputation was going to become legendary.

Ursula’s daydreaming abruptly stopped when she heard some violent knocking on her door and someone shouting ‘Police, open this door immediately’. Ursula tried to build a façade of calmness before answering. ‘She had spent the whole night studying and she did not know anything about a sorority party’, she reminded herself.

When she opened the door, she was confronted by two policewomen and four female security guards, one of them was Amelia, who looked at her furiously, wearing only her white cotton panties and bra.

For a moment she considered her chances of scaping or getting a gun before the six women bested her, but she preferred to stick to her original plan: play innocent. However, it was evident that it could not work. One of the policewomen, holding her satchel bag, asked her: ‘Is this bag yours?’ ‘A bag full of rope, tape and chloroform? Of course not’, Ursula answered, although she only said the second sentence out loud. ‘And then why is your wallet with your driver licence and student card inside it?’, the policewoman continued.

Only at the moment Ursula remembered that she had to put her wallet in the satchel when she changed into Felicia’s clothes as cheerleader uniforms do not have pockets. When the cops put the handcuffs on her, she promised herself that she would never drink again.

***

‘And that is my story’, Ursula concluded. ‘Holy shit, chica. It is fucking impressive. I am here because I was driving under the influence… In a stolen car… After breaking parole and leaving my home state’, a Latina named Zoe Valdés, answered. Zoe was sitting next to Ursula, both waiting to be processed by the police in a cell. The Latina wore a black dress, black boots and a denim jacket, which made Ursula jealous, as she was only wearing her panties and a soccer jersey. They were the only occupants now, once a group of sex workers had left after being fined for soliciting. Ursula had had a crazy night which needed to be told. That combined with Zoe’s similar age and smiling and outgoing nature encouraged Ursula to pour her heart out.

- ‘What was your name again, chica?’, Zoe asked.
- ‘Ursula, Ursula Volkanov’, the redheaded college student replied.
- ‘Ok, Rusa. Listen to me. You have a natural talent. You fucked up tonight because you were drunk, but you are young and you will make great crazy things like tonight’s. And next time, I will be a part of it’, the Latina told her.
- Ursula sighed and replied: ‘I would not be so sure: I have a huge ton of debt, they are going to expel me from college and I am going to jail. Before last night my life was not easy, but I fucked up today. Fucked up hard’.
- ‘Nonsense. Jail is just a temporary phase, you will see. Wait a second… Are you feeling alright? Are you sober now?’ Zoe inquired.
- ‘Totally. The fucking cops beat the shit out of me for resisting arrest, which I did not, and the security guards threw me to the floor and kicked my ribs for stealing one of their uniforms, which I did, but my head is clear’, she replied showing some of her bruises.
- ‘Ok. It is almost 6 am so the shift change is about to happen. Your adventures gave me an idea. Follow my lead’, Zoe whispered.

Then, without uttering a word, the Latina jumped her, starting to fight. Ursula saw with the corner of her eye that two cops quickly moved to break their fight off, so she continued, pushing Zoe against the floor. The Latina’s dress hiked up, accidentally flashing Ursula her black lacy thong, but the plan worked, as the two cops opened the cell to separate the two fighting inmates.

In unison, Ursula and Zoe turned against the unsuspecting cops. The redhead student quickly knocked one of them with a deft blow in the back of her head. Then, she helped Zoe to subdue her opponent. The two police officers had a passing resemblance. They were both curvy, comely women in their early thirties, and both wore their hair in a functional ponytail, with the difference that Jane Tanner had brown her while her superior, Sgt Stella Becks, the one who had proven to be feistier, was a blonde.

Once the cops were stripped of their uniforms, consisting of black boots and tie, dark-blue trousers, and blue shirt, the differences grew. First, Jane wore white and blue striped cotton panties and matching bra and her tits were small but firm (Zoe took them out of the bra to give them a peek) and her butt and thighs round and voluminous. On the other hand, Sgt Becks had opted for black lacy tanga panties, which covered her small but cute butt, and a lacy black bra which hardly contained her generous breasts, which, like her partner’s, were promptly put on display by the Latina criminal despite their rush.

The two jail-breakers sat both cops back to back and restrained their hands together with the officers’ own handcuffs. Then, Zoe took off her black panties and stuffed them into the brown-haired policewoman’s mouth, so Ursula did the same with her violet panties, using them to gag the blonde sergeant as well. They did not have tape to secure them, but it will work until Officer Tanner and Sgt Becks regained consciousness. Once their prisoners were secured, the two women quickly changed into the police uniforms they had just acquired.

As Zoe had predicted, this was the time of the shift change, so it was a cakewalk for both criminals, disguised as policewomen, to leave the police precinct before anyone noticed their escape. They walked to an empty reception desk, as the only officers on active duty now were bound and gagged in her underwear in a cell while the rest of their colleagues were in the locker room, preparing to start a new shift or ready to go home after a long night. Therefore, Ursula and Zoe managed to retrieve her belongings and to stole the admittance register, making their stay in jail that night a foggy memory. She finally escaped in a police cruiser, easily fooling the policeman in charge of the parking, a hulky dude named Bob, with their uniforms and flirty attitude.

Driving out of the police precinct, Ursula asked: ‘how did you know that this would work? More importantly, how did you know that I would follow you in this crazy plan?’. ‘Well, I have been to jail a couple of times, so I know the drill now, but it was a leap of faith, to be honest. This is a wild fantasy I always had had every time I had been arrested, but I thought it could not be done, until I met you and then I knew. I knew you and I could do it. I felt it in my bones, Rusa’, Zoe replied.

Ursula sighed, trying to think what to do next. Then, she said with irony: ‘If I had known I was so good at stealing uniforms and impersonate other people I would have chosen Theatre as my major in college’.
- ‘It is never too late, you know’, Zoe replied.
- ‘I was thinking of that too. We need money and new clothes to get the fuck out of this city. I have some ideas, if you would like to work with me’, Ursula said.
- ‘I thought you would never ask’, answered the Latina, beaming. ‘Rusa, this is the beginning of a great friendship’, Zoe concluded. Ursula could not agree more.

[esercito sconfitto]

Torreken, many thanks for this short story. I suppose you are aware I am a big fan of the " Rusa" Ursula and the latina Zoe ( how bizarre how many times this name Zoe has been frequently used for a USB character at our board)

of course the scene I prefer is that with the cheerleader Felicia

[Torreken]

Thanks for the kind comment!
First time I include a cheerleader (I imagine her uniform as those used in AES Productions videos) because in previous stories it seemed very forced.
I have not noticed that Zoe was such a popular name. I guess the Z sound makes it appealing? I do not know know why I chose it though.