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  SECRET SORORITY
by Ed Nick 

From the moment the three of us entered the sorority sorority house to pick up our dates I knew this wasn't going to be a typical date. It wasn't just the striking good looks of our dates, it was their entire attitude and presence. As football players we were used to women fawning over us and treating us like gods, however these women radiated a confidence and even arrogance that we weren't used to in broads. I mean after all we just finished a winning season and all three of us were star players with, and even I must humbly say, movie star looks and Greek God physiques. As linebackers we were all about 6'3" and between 220 - 240 lbs of solid muscle. These women, though, treated us like nothing special when we first met and had even kept us waiting for them. Obviously, this didn't sit well with us and we vowed to rough them up a little bit before we fucked them royally at the end of the night. Of course we usually did this anyway. Bitch slapping women and giving them a good fuck after shoving our dicks in their mouths and cumming on their face was a perfect way to end any evening.

I must admit that our dates were real knockouts and maybe the most beautiful women we had ever been with. In fact, as we waited for our dates in the sorority house living room we were impressed by the beauty of just about every girl who passed by. It wasn't just their beauty, but every woman seemed to be in perfect physical shape, with a firm, hard, muscular, but still feminine and voluptuous body. Our dates, in particular, were unbelievable examples of female pulchritude and strength. For men less powerful and godly as us, they could even be construed as intimidating. Although far from muscle bound, they were all about 5'10" tall and weighed about 140 lbs, with bodies that were taut and rippled with muscles and strength. Their appearance was further enhanced by skin tight dresses, with hems at mid-thigh, that seemed to enhance every muscle and curve. The dresses also had shoulder straps that accentuated their broad and muscular shoulders, which emanated a strength ripe with sexiness and sensuality. Their intimidating presence was only reinforced by stiletto heels and pure black, mesh nylon stockings that brought them almost to our height.

Despite the almost idyllic setting, I suppose we should've suspected something wasn't right while we waited for our dates. In fact from the very beginning the whole affair seemed a bit strange. We were actually approached and propositioned by our dates during lunch at school. Given their great looks, and our desirable presence for any sane bitch, we never thought twice about accepting. Later when we asked some questions about their sorority, which was far off campus, nobody seemed to know much about it, but again no big deal. However, a few guys seemed almost nervous talking about it, but again what could go wrong for studs like us. The first signs of what could go wrong, though, became evident during our wait. It seemed that the few men we saw in the sorority house were real wimps and pussy whipped nerds. In most instances they just shuffled behind their dates, almost in awe and fear of the woman they were with. One in particular was even crying and trying to cover up a severely bruised and puffy face. However, that had nothing to do with us, they were weaklings, we were men.

When our dates finally arrived, we made some small talk and it became painfully clear that these bitches needed to be fucked good and taken down a notch from their haughty perch. They acted as if they had a mind and were almost equal with us, when as anyone knows, women are just receptacles for our cum. One even remarked that for men we weren't too bad as physical specimens and perhaps we might even prove competitive in a fight. Of course we all laughed because they couldn’t actually be serious. They offered to get us some drinks to get the night started and we agreed. Rather than going to the kitchen though to get them , they rang a bell and to our astonishment a man dressed as a French maid stumbled in on high heels to take our order. He was followed closely by a woman in a black leather miniskirt and high heels, who was pushing him roughly across the floor, kicking him in the ass, and slapping him on the back of his head to prod him on. As they came closer, we truly were shocked to see that this shameful excuse for a man was one of our fraternity brothers and football team mates.

It was obvious that he had been brutally beaten as he had two black eyes and multiple facial contusions. When he got to our sofa his female companion, or handler, grabbed him by his ear and pulled him cruelly to his knees and ordered him to take our order. As if this wasn't cruel enough, she then took a crop she had been carrying and beat him ferociously about his shoulders and back till he fell to the floor begging and crying for mercy. Completing the scene and adding one last touch of amazement, the woman kicked him several times in his crotch. She then took off her shoe and rubbed her nylon clad foot in his face. Even more disgusting, however, was when he then took her toes in his mouth and sucked them. She finally put her shoe back on her foot and rested her high heel upon his sobbing face and turning to us said "You just can't get good help these days, can you Eddie?". With that she started laughing maniacally, jumped on our fallen friend, and began slapping him unmercifully as he tried to cover up like a frightened girl.

It was then with fear and a terrible foreboding that I recognized her as a recent date, who I had brought back to the fraternity house. At that time, we forced her to serve us drinks and give us all a blow job before raping her and throwing her out. By now though we had all been sitting in rapt amazement, mouths agape, petrified, frozen and utterly confused. My date then got up and pulled the screaming girl off her hapless victim. Holding her tightly and trying to calm her down, she told our beaten friend to run along like a good little slut and return back to his kitchen chores or else she would let his beating continue. Mustering whatever strength he had left, and by now totally devoid of any dignity, he got up and ran as fast as he could out of the living room, but not before he showered her feet with kisses thanking her for her kindness. My date then let the girl go and told her to calm down and save some energy for later. The girl then seem to get a hold of herself and turning to us said, "See you later Eddie." With that she walked out of the room and called ahead to her hapless victim, "Hey butt fuck, you better be on your hands and knees with that tooth brush in your mouth scrubbing that floor or else I am going to put my fucking 12" dildo up your ass again you worthless piece of shit."

My date then turned to face us and standing hands on hips, feet spread apart, addressed me and my two friends.

"You three scum have now seen your future and the price you will have to pay for your mistreatment of women. We are going to kick your butts from one side of this room to the other, and just your like friend, you will be beaten, fucked, screwed, sissified, feminized, worked to the bone and made our slaves. You will then be given to your past victims for their fun and amusement and if you're really lucky we may keep you here forever, transform you into women, and make you our permanent, live-in whores. Now who wants to get his ass kicked first.'"

I was still dumbstruck and frozen in amazement, but John our most macho team mate got up just long enough to utter the words, "You fucking bitch", before his date who was sitting beside him pulled him back down by his belt. She then gave him several elbows to his face and upper abdomen before he could react or protect himself. As blood started streaming from his nose, she stood up, gave him several hard slaps to his face, and then bending down and grabbing him by his ankles, pulled him off the sofa. He landed with a thud on the floor as his head bounced off the carpet. She then jumped on top of him, straddling him with her shapely legs, and proceeded to pummel him in the face with hard jabs. As she beat him into submission she said:

"Bitch, bitch, who are you calling a bitch. When I get finished with you, you are going to beg me to fist fuck you."

Mike on my left was grabbed quickly in a headlock by his date and they both rolled onto the floor with his date on top of him peppering his face with punches from her free hand. Although he tried to pry her hands loose, she was just too strong. As she tightened her hold, her bicep seemed to grow huge beyond belief and he surrendered almost meekly to her superior strength.

I meanwhile got up and in a fit of rage charged my date like a bull in a china shop, only to have her quickly side step my charge, put her leg out, and using my own momentum and a well placed push threw me over a chair onto my back. Rather than pursuing her advantage, though, she just calmly kicked off her shoes and motioning me to come and get it with her fingers said:

"Come and get it butt fuck. I am going to slowly dismantle you piece by piece so that there is no doubt who's in charge. You belong to me, body and soul. Your friends will be beaten to a pulp, fucked, and humiliated beyond imagination, but they will be allowed to return to campus to remain our faithful slaves, at our constant beck and call, while you remain with me. As you may have noticed there are several men on campus who get nervous when our sorority is mentioned. They are past victims and students, if you will, who have been allowed to maintain former appearances for their silence and unwavering, immediate obedience and service when commanded. However, do not be fooled, they remain our faithful and terrified whores at heart, and though fearful of the punishment they will rightly receive, look forward to returning, putting on female garb, getting fucked, and serving the superior sex,.

By this time I had returned to my feet and was trying to get control of myself while this crazy bitch ranted and raved. Meanwhile normalcy looked like it may be returning after the sneak attacks on John and Mike. John had weathered the blows from his date's initial attack and though his face had several welts he had pushed her off his chest and they were both now on their feet in boxing stances. Mike meanwhile had gotten out of his headlock and was on top of his date trying to pin his date's arms to the ground. I meanwhile addressed my date:

"You crazy, fucking bitch, you don't know who you are tangling with. We aren't some weak wimps, we are football players, and I am going to kick your ass through the goal posts for a game winning field goal. You're going to suck my cock, eat my cum, and get fucked up your ass you fucking dyke."

With that pronouncement I marched slowly towards my prey with every intention of killing the bitch. However, she never panicked, never moved her arms, and just gave me a wicked snicker. The next thing I remember is an ear piercing scream, her jumping in the air, and a right foot coming out of nowhere, slamming into the side of my face. The power from that dainty, female foot was unbelievable. It felt like a running back slamming into the side of my head with his helmet. The suddenness and power of her attack caught me flat footed and defenseless. With lightning like speed she landed several kicks to my face before I had a chance to react. Under her fierce attack, my head became dazed and I could swear I started to see stars. I could feel lumps on my face and head rising and I started to bleed from my nose and mouth. Amazingly, I had not even threw and landed a blow, as I stood defenseless and stunned. As my arms lowered into a defenseless posture, she started to kick me in the sides and stomach and I slowly started to wilt under her pressure. Finally, putting her hands on her hips she steadied me with her hands and lined me up for one last kick. With me hunched over and in paralyzing pain, she stood hands on hips and dropped kicked me in my chest. As if propelled from a cannon I stumbled back against the wall and slid down to the floor. Again not pressing the attack she sauntered over and while sexually and sensually rubbing and straightening her stockings said to me:

'Lesson one pig face. As I said you will be given every opportunity to recover and attack again and I will continue slowly but surely pummeling you into submission with my legs, feet, punches, speed, feminine wiles, and just plain superior strength. I want you to know with every fiber in your body that you can't possibly defeat me and I want every muscle in your body to feel pain and suffering. Now for your rude interruption before you must be punished."

With that admonishment she suddenly and quickly kneed me in my face and my nose felt like it had been broken as blood spewed forth. Then she lowered her foot and gave me a kick in the groin that had me gasping for breath and begging for the pain to stop.

"Good, now I got your attention. You must learn that every indiscretion and misdeed will be swiftly and quickly punished. Now as I was saying your friends will be released to become slaves and whores in-waiting, after what I am afraid will be an extremely painful period of instruction, for them. You on the other hand will stay to become Yvette, my faithful maid. You will become in every way a woman. You will learn to dress and behave like a woman. You will shave off all your body hair and keep it smooth and soft like a woman's. You will become my personal body slave, taking care of my every need. And yes, above all you will be fucked endlessly by us and our occasional male friends and learn to give expert blow jobs."

By now I was becoming terrified and starting to realize these might not be idle threats, and worse yet I might be unable to stop them. But wait, even if god forbid I was unable to stop this madwoman John and Mike were winning their battles and they could help me. However, as I looked around I realized that these were idle fantasies.

John had indeed faced off with his adversary in a boxing match that normally would obliterate any woman, but he was not fighting any woman. As I glanced over he was getting pummeled unmercifully. She was jabbing his face with staccato like, piston driving jabs and his hands were completely down at his side. His face was bloody and looked like it had been beaten to a pulp, while her face and body were unmarked. Tiring of tearing his face apart, she had backed him up against the wall and was driving blow after blow into his midsection and he was slowly slipping down the wall, unable to stand up under her barrage of blows. Each time he started to slip down, she pulled him back up again and continued her body punches. When she tired of using her arms for punching, she would give him a few knees in the stomach and groin area for some variety.

Mike was also losing his battle. Although he had gotten on top of his foe, she had gotten him in a viselike leg scissors around his waist, forcing him to relinquish his advantage. He was now lying on the floor in excruciating pain as she tighten her death like grip around his waist, while she casually supported her head with one arm on the floor, smoking a cigarette, taunting and teasing him for her helplessness. Finally tiring of this unfair advantage, she released her grip only long enough to grab his head by the hair, shoved his face into her crotch, and closed her iron thighs around his head. While grabbing him by the hair she started pounding his head with punches and ordered him to eat her pussy, which he did quite willingly.

Seeing the desperate plight of my friends and seeing my slim hopes of rescue slipping away, I gathered up all my energy for an attack on my female nemesis. R>I lunged at her feet and brought her down with a perfectly executed tackle. As I loosened my grip on her legs, though, I made the mistake of jumping directly on top of her giving her the opportunity of locking her legs around my midsection before I could pin her arms and batter her face with my fists. As Mike so painfully learned, I also learned that these she-devils had tremendously strong legs. Before I could get a punch off, my foe threw me to the side like a rag doll between her thighs. Bending her body so that she could lean over me and look into my eyes, while squeezing me between her nylon clad legs, she started lightly slapping me in the face while I tried to offer some meager defense with my arms from this humiliating taunting. Laughing and making fun of me, she said:

"Very good Eddie you tried to show me some that of macho power, but you'll soon realize that you have none slut. Yes poor Eddie you are my slut, my own little ass sucking slut. I am going to let you go and I really do want your best shot. Make it a little bit interesting for me or I'll let your last date come back in here and take care of you herself. One on one with a real woman is too much for you butt fuck, isn't it. Can't handle a mere woman can you big boy."

She continued taunting me and teasing me with little slaps that weren't physically painful, but were exceedingly humiliating. I expended a great deal of energy trying to pry myself loose, but it was hopeless. She just tightened her grip once in a while to torture me further till I finally stopped trying to pry her legs apart and concentrated on blocking her slaps. In my struggles I had put runs in her stockings, which she used to taunt me further.

"You little cunt face, you ruined my stockings. You'll have to be punished for that won't you Yvette. I am going to shove these stockings in your mouth like a good little cunt and give you a good bitch slapping. Oh by the way, I think we know each other well enough now that you can call me Mistress Kecia. Understand stupid."

For emphasis she gave me one last squeeze, which made me feel like my insides were going to be pushed out of my mouth. Mistress Kecia then let me go but used my face to push herself up to a standing position above me. However, she leaned back down as her legs straddled my head and gave me a quick right hook to my head that assuredly gave rise to a instant shiner. A quick left hook to the other side of my face was punctuated with the admonishment that it was my punishment for ruining her stockings. She then backed off a few steps and unzippered and removed her dress, standing naked except for her stockings, panties, and bra. She placed her hand on her cunt and started rubbing her clitoris, gyrating to her internal rhythm and said:

"Take your time my little she-male. Gather your senses, wits, and strength before Mistress Kecia continues with your next lesson. In the meantime I'll pleasure myself because teaching a male a needed lesson just gets me so hot. After our next lesson, I'll expect you to be doing this for me with your tongue. So take your time sweetie and let mommy enjoy herself. Relax and enjoy yourself little Yvette and watch as your friends lose their last shred of machismo."

By now my male ego had suffered blows beyond repair and I needed the respite to collect myself and think about any chance at redemption. My upper body, face, and head were throbbing with pain. Blood covered my face from a likely broken nose, my eyes were starting to swell and ached unmercifully, and lumps and welts on my face were continuing to rise. Once again I looked for a miracle rescue from my friends, but a glance around quickly eradicated any hope in this area. Mistress Kecia let me look for as long as I wanted or could tolerate before tears came to my eyes.

John had not only been beaten to a bloody pulp, but his shirt was ripped to shreds and you could see that his stomach and chest were covered with ugly looking black and blue marks. His tormentress, Mistress Alicia, had pinned him against the wall and her grip on him was essentially the only thing keeping him upright. She had a fistful of shirt and was pushing him hard against the wall. With her other hand she was bitch slapping him and saying:

"Hey bitch look at me and take your beating like a man, because that's`all men are good for, beatings, bitch slapping, and fucking. You aren't ever going to touch a woman again, are you bitch? Hey answer me bitch, answer your Mistress and tell me how sorry you are."

Unbelievably, this 240 lb specimen of muscle and macho pride said through pulsating sobs:

"Please Mistress Alicia stop beating me. I promise I won't ever hurt another woman. Please show me some mercy, I can't take anymore. Please I beg of you, I am in agony. I will never treat another woman badly. I'm your bitch and I will do whatever you want, just please stop beating me."

Mistress Alicia just laughed and continued bitch slapping him as blood splattered every which direction and John's sobs became louder. Finally, she stopped slapping him, released her fistful of shirt, and let him slump over her shoulder. Bending down, with John laying over her shoulder, she undid his belt, and pulled his pants and underwear down to his ankles. Lifting him up again, she pushed him back against the wall. She then steadied him with both hands and deftly and roughly turned him around so that he was facing the wall. With his face against the wall she began kneeing him in the ass. As each knee landed against his cheeks, his cock banged against the wall and John moaned in pain. After tiring of this, she then twisted one of his arms behind his back and thrust it upward till he cried out in excruciating pain. With her other hand she grabbed him by the hair and banged his head into the wall a few times until he heeded her command to shut up. Then she released his hair, keeping his arm twisted behind his back with her other hand, and grabbed his balls and cock from behind, crushing and twisting them unmercifullly. As he sobbed uncontrollably, she said:

"These balls belong to me bitch. This cock belongs to me bitch. Shut up before I crush them completely you fucking baby, I am just getting started. Now tell me are you ready to be fucked bitch. I know you want it. Beg me to fuck you bitch, beg me nice and bitch like."

John by this time had nothing left. He could only beg to be fucked by this beautiful, yet deadly female specimen. So that is what Mistress Alicia did, she fist fucked him. Letting his arm go, but still maintaining her grip on his balls, she took her fist and shoved it up John's anus, again and again and again. His cries of anguish only seemed to spur her on as she continued to shove her fist faster and faster. As she did this she now grabbed his cock and in rhythm with her fist fucking gave him a hand job he would never forget. He finally ejaculated, coming all other the wall in torrents of cum. With John totally spent, Mistress Alicia finally stopped fucking him and let him fall to floor, but she was not finished. First he had to lick her hand clean of every last particle of shit. Next he was forced to lick up every last drop of his cum. Finally, she threw him over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes and said to the rest of us as she carried him out:

"We have to go make our bitch look like a real bitch and get rid of these nasty male clothes and all that nasty body hair. He has lots of men to suck off tonight and we need to get started if we are going to get to them all. By the time we are finished he will learn how to do it right or die trying, won't you dear. After all, you are such a weakling and such a wimp, aren't you bitch. Just moan if you agree dear, you can still do that, can't you."

And with a few love taps on his ass, Mistress Alicia carried him out as he sobbed like the slut he had become, totally broken and stripped of any semblance of male pride.

Mike was not faring much better than John, but he apparently escaped with much less physical punishment. In fact, he had obviously been subdued more easily and much quicker. He had some bruises on his face but nothing as extreme as John or even me. He had obviously taken to this female upheaval more readily. As I looked over, he was lying naked over Mistress Monique's lap receiving a fierce spanking with a hairbrush. The spanking had obviously been going on for awhile because his ass was swollen and ablaze with purple and red marks. Apparently tiring of her efforts, Mistress Monique threw him off her lap and ordered him to kiss her feet, which he did with a relish. Turning to Mistress Kecia, she said:

"This one is obviously a closet submissive because he offered hardly any resistance. Plus, look at how big and hard his cock is from the spanking and foot worship. He obviously loves it and we can't have our sluts enjoying it too much."

She then kicked his face to get him to move back and ordered him to lie on his back. Then she got up and began slapping his engorged cock with her hand. With each slap, there was a loud clapping sound and Mike’s cock slowly but surely began to shrivel to protect itself from the terrible beating it was receiving. Monique then stood on his chest putting her full weight on his rib cage. He was crying in agony and she was starting to get a response she liked, so she actually started jumping up and down on his chest. When he finally could take no more she got off and said:

"Don't you ever dare to enjoy anything we do to you, you slut. If I even suspect you're liking it I'll beat you so bad you'll regret the day you were born. Now get on your knees and play horsey for me asshole. We need to go dress you properly for your coming out party and I think pink is just your color."

Slowly and painfully Mike got to his knees and did what he was told and I guarantee you he was not enjoying himself as Mistress Monique mounted him and rode him out of the room as she took her crop to his ass repeatedly.

It was now just me and Mistress Kecia, who beckoned me with her finger and said:

"Time is up little Yvette. Time to finish your lessons and give you the punishment you so richly deserve. Now try your best Yvette, make it interesting and fun for me and I might even grant you a little mercy. Now get on your feet and show me what you got bitch."

This was to be my last chance and I gave it my best, but by now it's obvious dear reader I had no chance. I won't bore you with the details, let's just say I lost big time. First she practiced her judo flips and wrestling moves on me. Although she threw me around like a bean bag, and could have finished me whenever she wanted, Mistress Kecia was true to her word. She never pressed her advantage and always allowed me whatever time I needed to recover and get up again. Tiring of this, we tried a little boxing and again she toyed with me as she beat me into painful submission with jabs and rapier like punches. Add some bitch slapping, spankings, and general physical abuse and I was ready and praying for my final conversion after a few hours.

By this time John and Mike had already been converted into silly looking she-males and returned to share in my final disgrace, along with four girls we had raped at our fraternity house. Both were wearing sexy French maid uniforms with stiletto heels, full makeup, and all body hair had been removed. They had obviously already suffered abuse from our former conquests. If it was possible, John looked even more battered and Mike was catching up to him. They also were pushed, kicked, and shoved into the room by the four girls and once there rushed to worship their feet and please them in any way possible to avoid harsher punishment. Mistress Alicia and Monique were there to provide tutelage and guidance, and occasionally restraint, whenever vengeance threatened to get out of hand.

As for myself, I had already been stripped of my clothes, ego, and male swagger and was more than mentally and psychologically prepared for my transformation to Yvette. I was still a virgin, however, with the deflowering of my manhood to be performed by my previous female conquests. Before that, however, I was to suffer more than any man should have to suffer. My previous victims and new mistresses placed me inside a circle and pushing me from one girl to another bitch slapped me, punched me, kicked me, taunted and teased me. I could only beg for mercy and try to convince them of my contriteness, which never had a chance of working. Each time I fell to the ground in exhaustion or unbearable agony, I was picked up and made to suffer more. Finally, when I could suffer no more physical abuse, I was placed in a metal tub and each girl stood over me and pissed in my mouth and shit in my face. John and Mike were then ordered to jerk off in my face while being fucked from behind by the girls. After wallowing in the tub for a few hours I was allowed to take a shower and return for my final initiation rite as I was raped over and over and over again by my girl masters.

Today, I live my life as Yvette. As promised by Mistress Kecia I have the honor of serving as her personal slave. However, I am still considered communal property and must do whatever any woman commands. I also have my daily chores and spend all my spare time cleaning, cooking, washing, and servicing my mistresses and their boyfriends. The punishment is a constant burden that I have learned to deal with and the bruises, aches, and pains are a continual reminder of my past sins. Although the anger and vengeance born by the four girls who assisted in my initiation have subsided somewhat, it seems that other girls who I took advantage of come forward each day to join in my abuse. Even girls I didn't abuse are saying I did to partake in the fun. However, no one checks, every girl is taken at her word, and I don't dare challenge a female.

As Mistress Monique so aptly discerned, Mike was a closet submissive and he kept returning to the sorority house to volunteer his services even after he was released. The girls finally tired of his persistence and not so subtle glee in his treatment and eventually sold him to a rich sultan in the mideast who removed his testicles and made him a palace eunuch. John on the other hand never could accept his emasculating experience and went into denial. When he refused to return as commanded, he became one of the few men exposed in public by our sorority. In order to keep the sorority secrets, secret , a woman friend from another town was recruited to teach John a lesson. She suckered him into a fight at a fraternity party and beat the living crap out of him. He was so embarrassed he dropped out of school and left town. However, the sorority wasn't finished with him, he was kidnapped by the same woman who beat him up at the party and converted to her house slave. From what I understand he now works in an S/M establishment she runs, performing menial chores and providing services as a male slave or male whore.

Actually, all things considered I guess I did much better than my friends. I get to be fucked by beautiful women, wait on them hand and foot, and to pay penance with my body for my past sins. Also, I do so love my frilly things and wearing my stockings and sexy lingerie is just so thrilling, I can't imagine wearing anything else. And besides, men are such brutes, They are just so rude and disgusting.. I just love my new girlfriends.

 

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