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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