She heard voices and knew that the other girls in the club were staring at her. It excited her. "What… what… are you… doing?"

She began to shake. Hands were pawing her body, kneading her ass, her tits. A hand jabbed between her legs, roughly rubbing her pussy through her tight jeans.

Ellen laughed. "Getting to know our new pledge," she said. Ellen's fingers curled into one of Patsy's soft rounded tits. "Mmmm, they're real."

"Stop," Patsy protested. A wave of panic swept over her. Her heart was thumping and she tried unsuccessfully to fend off the hands that were fondling her body. "Stop!" she moaned, almost breaking into tears.

Tracy and Mary each took hold of Patsy's arm, making it impossible for the sexy blonde girl to protect her tits and crotch. Ellen roamed Patsy's quivering body with her hands, kneading, squeezing. The rest of the girls drooled hungrily as they watched.

With a hand on each tit, Ellen stared into Patsy's flushed face and grinned. She knew the fear Patsy felt because of the added element of darkness that the blindfold created. "Do you want to be a member of the Hillside Horse Club?"

"Yes," Patsy gasped. Ellen's hands were getting her hot. Pussy juice saturated her virgin cunt. "Why… why this?"

"Just part of the initiation," Ellen said. "Right, girls?"

Patsy moaned as a chorus of voices filled the barn. Her nipples were getting hard, pressing against her bra. They ached. She moaned as Ellen's hands roamed her body at will, exploring.

"I think we can let go of her arms now," Mary said. "I think she's creaming already." Mary released her grip on Patsy's arm.

Tracy did the same, stepping back to watch. Like every girl in the room, Tracy drooled, remembering her own erotic initiation. "She's really turned on!"

"I told you," Ellen said smugly. "I knew Patsy was perfect for our little Horse Club," she laughed.