Sorority Sister

 

Copyright 2001 Lance Edwards

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I�ve come to visit Suzi, my high school girlfriend, at her college for the week. We haven�t seen each other in over two months, and I�m so fucking horny I feel like I�m going die if I don�t sink it into her in the next five minutes. The big DWM sorority house is totally empty, according to Suze, and certain to stay that way until at least tomorrow afternoon. Now it�s barely seven Friday night, but I have no plans for parties or bars this evening. All I want to do is get naked with sexy Suzi and make love like crazed weasels. But for some bizarre reason she�s being coy with me.

 

�Let�s work our way up that.�

 

We�re currently in the big rec room, holding each other close, nuzzling, leaning against the pool table. �Don�t you want to build a little suspense first?� she continues. �An-ti-cip-a-aa-tion! That can make an experience so much more intense. Let�s play with each other a bit, until we�re both just totally gonzo with desire. Then we�ll have such incredible sex! Come on, we�ve got the whole house completely to ourselves. Let�s go to the kitchen, and play with food. No, I know! Let me tie you up, and tickle you and stuff!�

 

�I�m already gonzo with desire!� I protest. �I haven�t had sex since you left! I know we agreed it was okay to see other people, going to separate schools and all, but there�s been nobody else I�ve wanted. Only you, Suzi-Q. And I want you so bad my balls are blue!�

 

Suzi giggles at this. �Then you should probably do whatever I say, sweetheart! Otherwise they�re going to stay blue, maybe even get to purple-black before they find relief!�

 

�Oh all right, you evil temptress. What did you want to do?�

 

�Tie you up!� Suzi�s lively blue eyes are literally sparkling with mischief.

 

�Where?�

 

�Right here, in the rec room! No one�s home. Let�s get kinky right where we are!�

 

Pricked by this novel idea, desperate for any kind of sex, I can�t help but acquiesce. �Yes Ma�am, Mistress Suzi.� I bat my eyes a bit flirtatiously

 

She laughs delightedly at me. �Now you�re getting the idea! Here, take off all your clothes! I�ve got some rolls of colored strapping tape!�

 

She does indeed: one of yellow and one of pastel blue. Trying to ignore the possible significance of my girlfriend just happening to have these rare items so close at hand I strip as quickly as possible.

 

Suzi watches me, her grin going from mischievous to devilish to downright dastardly as I at last step out of my designer briefs and even pull off my socks. Then she positions me against a round, eight inch-thick iron pillar, one of three supporting the ceiling down here in the basement rec room.

 

Standing at attention, my back to the pole, my own pole stands at rigid attention as well. Immediately Suzi kneels and wraps the three inch-wide tape around and around and around and around, securing my ankles tightly to the pillar. Before I can totter, she quickly tapes my knees as well, then stands and pulls my arms around behind the pole. She pulls them hard, stretching me back tight against the iron until my wrists overlap considerably. Then she wraps these together so tightly with so much blue tape that my fingers begin to go numb almost immediately. Then, even though my trapped arms already bind my upper body securely to the pillar, she uses most of the rest of the roll taping around my waist, then my chest and shoulders, just above the nipples.

 

At last she steps back around in front. Grinning smugly now, Suzi grabs my face and kisses me, hard, driving her tongue into my mouth and out-wrestling my own oral organ easily. Her sheer aggressiveness makes my heart pound and my cock swell even more violently than they already are, and suddenly it�s like in all the stories: my knees are actually weak. Then Mistress Suzi breaks the kiss abruptly, and tears off the last strip of blue tape. Before I can react, she plasters it across my still tingling lips, sealing in my involuntary gasp. Tossing away the empty roll, she rips a first strip from the yellow one, and doubles my gag. Then, laughing at the look on the rest of my face, she reaches out and twists a nipple, hard.

 

�I�ll be right back, slave-boy. I�ve got to change for this action!�

 

I can�t believe it. She�s left me here, taped to this pole, naked as a jaybird and rock-hard erect. What if someone comes home unexpectedly? I struggle with my bonds, but she�s done too good a job. Perversely though, my complete helplessness is incredibly arousing. And I thought I was horny before� Suzi was right, playing games can make for a more intense experience than I�d ever dreamed. Even after over five minutes of standing here all alone I�m still as stiff as a rail-spike, still more turned-on than just about ever before in my entire life. Still � Holy Shit! Suzi�s back! And where the hell did she get that outfit?!

 

I goggle at her as she struts across the rec room. Her top consists of nothing but a spiked leather collar, a similar black chest strap, three more or less vertical strips connecting these, and row after row of fine-link chain hanging down between and beautifully draping those wonderfully big, pointy breasts. Suzi�s tight little midriff is bare, exposing washboard abs (plus a new tattoo and belly-ring!), and only a matching harness of three studded black straps is cinched about her hips and crotch. Shiny black, stiletto-heeled pumps bring out the best in her already muscular legs, and from hardbody buttocks to pointy little toes those amazing gams stretch a country mile. A black leather handbag, open, dangles from one clenched fist, and as she approaches Suzi grins, reaches in, and pulls out one of those Polaroid instant cameras.

 

The bulb flashes, then again and again and again. The little motor whirs, spitting out snapshots of me naked in my bonds, and damn if this doesn�t turn me on even more. What a crazy, kinky chick I�ve suddenly got for a girlfriend! Suzi giggles devilishly, tossing the camera and bag indifferently onto the ping-pong table after a half-dozen shots. Then she walks right up to where I�m tied to the pole and presses her body tightly against mine. Sneering theatrically, she starts talking dirty as she grinds her torso into me.

 

�You fucking little penis-boy, what makes you think you�re worthy of having sex with a goddess like me? I�m a sister of the Delta Omega Mu sorority now! I�m far too fine a specimen for a putrid male puke like you!� Her firm, pointy breasts crush against me, grinding the intervening chains against my naked flesh. Hard and sharp, her nipples poke through the rows and scrape my skin as well, as she writhes her body sensuously against mine. Then she again begins pinching and twisting one of my nipples, hard, punctuating her verbal abuse with ever-growing amounts of physical pain. �Slut-boy! Bondage slave! Sissy little pussy wimp! You�re not fit to eat my crotch! You�re not fit to tongue out my dirtiest hole! I ought to beat you black and blue just for expecting sex from me! I ought to tear you open like a vampire and suck out your very life!� So saying Suzi suddenly battens on me, fastening her lips to my neck and sucking voraciously.

 

He breath comes like stream from her nose, scalding my throat; her suction is hard and painfully sustained, feeding the illusion that she�s biting in and draining me. It hurts: I can feel the enormous hickey being formed, as blood vessels beneath the skin are pinched and crushed and spill their contents into the neighboring cells. Weirdly, my cock strains mightily, made harder than ever by this simulated vampirism, and at last Mistress Suzi drops a hand from twisting my nipple to grab and fondle that aching engorgement. 

 

She squeezes it, pulls, jerks, bends it around in unpredictable directions, all the while sucking demonically at my neck. I�m so incredibly turned on that I struggle frantically within my bonds, using the utter futility of my efforts to stoke my runaway lust even more. I moan and keen into my wide tape gag, nostrils flaring, and at last Suzi tears her mouth from my reddened neck and slides on down my body. Still writhing and rubbing herself sensuously against my tightly taped, ramrod-straight form she attacks my point of greatest weakness more directly. Her chain-draped breasts grind exquisitely against my groin, her fists move down to clench my base and balls and after an eternity of teasing she at last opens up and engulfs me, taking my entire throbbing erection deep into her mouth. Then once again she starts sucking painfully hard. Squeezing my scrotum, pinching the root of my six-inch shaft in a cruelly tight grip, she grunts with unholy enjoyment and gobbles my cock like a cherry pop-sickle.

 

Ah, my goddess, how incredible! How can I stand such glorious pleasure? I can�t of course. After only ten seconds or so of Suzi pinching me with her fingers and lips, bobbing on my throbbing shaft and sucking on my soft sensitive head like an industrial vacuum pump, I cry out into my gag and wrench forward against the tape, feeling my balls spasm powerfully. At last, after not even jerking off for over two months, here it comes � Owwwwwwwwww!

 

Damn that fucking hurts! Ow-ow-ow-ow-ow! Mistress knows me too well, she�s sensed the eruption coming! Ow, ow, damn, where did she learn this trick? The split second before I climax and shoot my two-months� load of come forcefully into her mouth, Suzi clamps down on the base of my cock in a fucking death-grip. Her fingers feel like a rattrap snapping closed on me! At the same time she pulls it from her mouth, gives my tingling balls an agonizing twist and crunch, then catches my purple-red erection in her punishing fist. Still clamping it tightly off, laughing wickedly at my goggle-eyed, scream-choked, body-shuddering reaction, she bends my blood-filled organ radically down and under, painfully deep between my legs until my wounded balls are crushed yet again.

 

�Oh, no, slave-boy, no orgasms allowed! I�ve got so much more I need to teach you! I think you need a spanking after trying that shit! Don�t you?� I start to shake my head, tears standing in my eyes, and Suzi immediately twists my poor erection viciously, bringing a gagged yelp of pain. Still holding it painfully back-bent, taking full advantage of my helpless bondage, my lover proceeds to extort whatever permission/admission she feels she needs. �Yes you do, you slut! You need me to bend you over one of these tables here and whale your bare little ass until it�s a bright cherry red! Thinkin� you can have sex with me! Tryin� to come in the mouth of a D-O-M sister! You need to be punished for that ridiculous crap, admit it. Don�t you, slave-boy? Pathetic little sissy-wimp! Useless fucking piece of y-chromosome-carrying trash! I think your contemptible, guilty-little-boy ass needs some prolonged, specialized attention from its Mistress, and you�d better damn well agree with me! Now nod yes, you worthless male pig, before I chew the head off your unworthy cock and pop your balls like grapes!�

 

Now Suzi actually bares her teeth. Clamping her incisors down on my pre-come leaking head-bulb, she cruelly squeezes a testicle between each fist and thumb, until at last I nod frantically down at her. Panting raggedly through my nose, my eyes streaming tears I�m helpless to brush away, I�m no longer enjoying this game so much. I�m still desperately, inexplicably aroused, but now there�s such a heady mixture of excitement, pain, and yes, fear, fear of the woman I love, that I feel more than a little sick with it. Only the tightness of my bonds keeps my body from sagging weakly, but then, oh yes, no shit, Mistress is cutting the tape! She�s � Ahhhh! Shit that hurts, ripping it off my chest like that!

 

At last I�m free, free to resist, to tear away this gag and tell Suzi I don�t want to play any more. But I�m still too weak, too woozy with the pain in my groin and the mix of emotions whirling around my head. Suzi, on the other hand, just keeps getting stronger, more dominant and aggressive with every second. She grabs me by the cock and neck, pulls me off the pillar and effortlessly manhandles me a short distance across the floor. Then while I�m still trying to get my bearings she suddenly pushes me roughly face down, sideways across the foosball table.

 

Once again she wrenches my arms around behind my back, pressing them together until my elbows meet. There�s no pillar in the way now, and within sixty seconds she�s wrapped my two forearms together with strapping tape from elbow to fingertips, forming a single long, bright yellow sheath that traps them completely and makes my overstressed shoulder sockets scream with tension. Why is she being so cruel to me?

 

Now I begin to struggle a little, but to no avail. Hissing, �Quit wriggling, you disgusting little worm!� Suzi smacks my ass hard. She kicks my feet out wider and wider, spreading my legs. Damn, she�s really getting into this! What have I gotten myself into? Finally she lifts each foot up, one at a time, and tapes each ankle securely to each right side leg of the foosball table, about twelve inches up off the floor.

 

This puts all my weight on my upper body, and the sides of the table and the round heads of all the little soccer guys inside dig painfully into me. My gagged head and neck hang off the left side, my bare ass hangs off the right, and once again I�m completely helpless. Then, ignoring my bleats of protest, Mistress makes one last diabolical adjustment.

 

In the side of the table, right at the midpoint, is a small circular hole the foosball is pushed through. Now Suzi grabs my cock (a bit deflated with dismay) and forces it through this hole. A few quick tugs brings it back to raging life, and now I�m truly stuck to the table, my grossly swollen penis trapped so full of blood that withdrawing it from the ball hole will likely be impossible. How the hell am I supposed to get free when we�re done playing? For that matter, how the hell are we supposed to have sex? Of course I�m still gagged with that double strip of tape, and can only ask these questions of myself. Oblivious to my distress, temporarily satisfied with my position/condition, Mistress Suzi once again slaps my ass with a hand and then steps over to the ping-pong table. Grinning evilly, she picks up one of the hard wooden paddles.

 

�Time for you�re very first beating, slave! The first of so many!� She takes up position behind me and without delay starts paddling my helpless ass. The pain is not too bad at first; indeed, for some reason it�s arousing as hell. Despite my growing uneasiness with this whole situation, my face flushes red, burning hotly with blood, and likewise my trapped cock distends even more. Pinched by the ball hole, held pitilessly in place and unable to drain, my stuck-tight erection burns like fire, growing harder and more painful the larger it gets. Each crack on my ass causes it to bob and twitch, and if not for the wood circle acting as a penis ring, I�d soon be in danger of coming. I have no idea why being bound, paddled and harangued by my girlfriend suddenly turns me on so much, but the fact is unmistakable. All thought of escape has fled by the tenth or twelfth strike of the paddle, even though each successive blow is harder, more painful. Willingly I suffer all of my accumulating torments, listening avidly as Mistress Suzi continues to belittle me. Every scornful word turns me on even more, and for the first time I begin to consider whether some of the things she�s saying to me in the heat of passion aren�t things she�s come to seriously believe in our eight or nine week separation.

 

�Take that, you lowly worm! And that! And that! And that! And that! You belong to me, male! You exist only to serve your superior Mistress! You are one hundred-percent mine to punish, for any reason, every reason, or no reason whatsoever! That ugly fucking penis of yours is a mark of stigma, a proclamation of guilt, an excuse for any retribution that I or any other woman at all see fit to dish out!�

 

Suzi whales away at my reddening ass, building a fire of sizzling neurons that rages hotter with every blow. Again I�m panting through my nose, nostrils flaring like a workhorse ridden to the edge of death. Helplessly I squirm, so aroused I can�t think, barely feeling the punishing knobs and edges of the game table beneath me. Of course, my cock is locked to the table just as tightly as my ankles are taped to its legs, and struggling only yanks on it cruelly, deliciously. My upper body bobs and twists a bit, and I toss my head with desperation. Suzi screeches at me immediately.

 

�Hold still, slut-boy! Don�t you dare try to escape your rightful due! What did I just tell you! While you live with me, you live only to provide me with an outlet for my innate female aggressions! Punishment and sex! That�s all you�re good for! Don�t tell me you�re tired of the punishment, and you want to have sex already!�

 

Of course I nod frantically at this, my arousal a white-hot sun in my groin that burns far hotter than the flaming-red pain of my battered buttocks. My strangled, grossly swollen erection pulses urgently, still more fluid forcing its way inside only to be trapped there by the choking oak. My affirmative has never been more sincere. As arousing as being paddled by this ferocious dominatrix posing as my girlfriend is, being fucked by her has suddenly truly become the sole and overriding purpose of my existence. Oh if only I can get my cock free long enough to put it to use!

 

�What�s that? You�re ready for sex? You want a good fucking? Well, listen to me, cock-slave, I am the one who will decide when and if you ever get fucked here! I am the woman, your superior, and that means I control every facet of our sex life! You will just be slavishly thankful for every tiny bit of pleasure I allow you to experience! Got me? You�re a male, and much more deserving of my paddle or my whip than my exalted kiss! So remember scum, whichever one you get, you better fucking promptly thank me for it! You�re a putrid little slut-boy, you�re lucky I even waste my precious time torturing you! Pig-dog slave-male cock-toy pussy-wimp! From now on, you don�t ever ask me for sex again! You�ll get it when and if I feel like giving it, understand?�

 

Oh my god, is she serious? I mean, we�re just playing a game here right? After we both come and she unties me, everything goes back to the way it was. Right? She can�t think this is a permanent arrangement or anything, can she? God, I need to talk to her, enough is enough, Suzi-Q! But I�m still gagged, still tied up completely helpless across this uncomfortable foosball table. I can�t even look her in the face; communicate with my eyes and expression, while she�s behind me this me�AHHHH! No shit she�s behind me! Another vicious crack across the ass!

 

�UNDERSTAND, slave-boy pussy-wimp?� She beats me harder and harder with the paddle, then finally reaches down once again and grips my vulnerable balls in her fist.

 

�Nod with acceptance, slut, or I�ll rip them right the fuck off and stuff �em up your ass!� Suzi squeezes so hard that I bleat and retch against the gag.

 

Once again I nod frantically, not fully understanding the seriousness or the stakes of this game and for the moment not really caring. All I care about is minimizing the pain and maximizing the bizarrely persistent arousal that keeps flooding through me at each new stage of my continuously escalating emasculation. At last my girlfriend-cum-Mistress relents.

 

�All right, that�s good enough. As long as we�ve got the new sex rules down, as long as you understand that any intimacy is entirely my choice and entirely for my benefit, then we can have sex. Just give me a second to get ready.�

 

The paddle clatters down onto the pingpong table, and behind me Mistress Suzi does some rummaging around.

 

Perhaps she�s got a way to free me from this foosball hole. I crane my neck to see. She�s digging in her big handbag, what�s that, a tube of vaseline? Yes! She can probably grease my penis enough to slide it out of the trap it�s in. At least I hope so.  Well, what�s she waiting for? What�s she doing now? She�she� What�s that�she� She can�t be serious. That�s�that�s a dildo! I�ve never seen one before, but I�m not stupid. It looks just like� Christ, it�s almost a foot long, and she�s�she�s�she�s snapping it onto the harness at her crotch! Now she�s tugging on it, testing her fit, no way, she can�t mean to�

 

It�s like she can read my mind. �That�s right, slut-boy. Most of the girls in this sorority are lesbians, and they�ve been teaching me a thing or two about fucking. I�ve decided I like doing it this way a whole lot better. So from now on, whenever you and I fuck, I�m going go be the one doing all the fucking. You will be the humble little dominated and submissive, painfully penetrated fuckee. After all, as a worthless male, you are obviously unworthy of fucking a full DOM sister. From now on, you will be the one getting fucked!�

 

Oh�my�GOD! Now she�s lubing up her cock! She really means to do this to me! Now way! Uh-uh-uh! I struggle frantically of course, but I�m utterly, absolutely helpless. My arms are wrapped tightly together behind me and my legs are spread wide, secured to the legs of this painful table. I can�t move! I can�t get away! Oh God, here she comes! Suzi, no, what are you doing to me! Why? Oh God, I love you so much; you�re so hot, why are you doing this to me? Why � Ahhh! That�s cold! That�s hard! Ow!

 

Suzi laughs wickedly at my obvious consternation, pressing her big cock up against me. Her strong hands grip my bruised-black butt-cheeks, and she spreads them wide. Then she � ahhhhhh! � she shoves forward, pushing the big round head of her strapped-on prick deep inside me.

 

Ah, God, that hurts! It hurts like hell! AH! Even farther! Ow, jesus, please, no more! Unfortunately, the only deity present is the goddess that passes for a girlfriend, and she�s not answering any prayers. She�s just � ow! � she�s fucking me, is what she�s doing, just like she said. She�s got her big hard cock in my ass and she�s pumping it back and forth, pushing deeper up into me with every vicious stroke.

 

Ah! Goddamn, it hurts so much! It hurts the inside of my ass as much as that earlier paddle-battering hurt the outside. Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah, goddess, every stroke! Every stroke hurts me more, pulls on my trapped dick, stretches out my virgin insides, hammers at my self-image as an indomitable male! Jesus Christ, this so humiliating! Being fucked, I�m being fucked here! Butt-fucked! Immediately all the pejorative terms howl through my skull: corn-holed, bum-punched, rump-reamed, fudge-packed, absolutely motherfucking buggered!

 

My face is burning furiously again, my whole scalp tingling, my head swimming with shame. Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh! Holy shit! Now her hips are slapping into me! They�re pounding against me! Ah God, she�s got it all the way in! I can�t believe it, I�m taking the whole fucking thing! I mean it hurts enough, but who would have thought a person could ever take such a huge object all the way up their ass? And to have it slammed in and out, repeatedly, over and over and over and over again! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Now she�s talking dirty again, saying all kinds of vile shit to me as she cores out my virgin behind.

 

�Yeah, slut-boy, YEAH! How do you like it? How do you like being my fuck-hole, slut? My own little sissy-boy she-male slut-cunt! Do you like it? Do you love it? Let me tell you, you definitely will. Sooner or later you�re going to learn to love every one of my fucking cocks! I�ve got a whole lot of them now, and this is just the smallest! You�re going be to taking each and every one of them up the ass regularly! And not just my cocks, either! You�re going to be a real slut for me, a hard-core fuck-toy for all of my friends! You�re going to take so much hard fucking cock so fucking often that you�re going to forget what dishing it out ever felt like! You see, Slut-boy, in this sorority we don�t initiate the new sisters, we initiate their boyfriends instead! First the males are captured, broken in, and finally they�re made into our little sissy-maid she-male sex slaves! So in case you haven�t guessed it yet, Slut-boy, this is your big night! Your big week, as a matter of fact. That�s your new and only name from now on, Slut-boy, and you�re going to be made an honorary sissy-sister of the Delta Omega Mu sorority!�

 

What! I�ve been so stunned, and so traumatized by the ongoing act of anal rape being committed on me, that I haven�t been properly processing all this. I can�t really credit what I�ve been hearing. Has my girlfriend really said she�ll never have normal sex with me again, that instead she has extensive plans of sodomy and abuse in store for me? It�s just too outrageous to believe, at least at first. But without losing a stroke of her butt-fucking rhythm Suzi elaborates, blasting me past mere pain, humiliation, dismay (and face it, secret excitement and arousal) and straight into outright horror. �My sisters should be arriving any minute now to join the party. I�m afraid I lied when I said the house would be empty tonight. That was just to get you trussed up like this. Breaking in a new boyfriend is always hugely popular, so we should be having quite an incredible turnout. You�re going to be so righteously butt-fucked by the time your friends come to pick you up that you probably won�t be able to walk for a week! Oh, my sweet, sexy little Slut-boy, our relationship is taking such a wonderful new turn! You�ll see. You�re going to make a much better come-guzzling bum-slut than a boyfriend. Properly initiated slave males always do!" Suddenly, upstairs, I hear doors slamming, feet running, and many excited voices. Suzi laughs delightedly, grabs the table on either side of my hips and starts fucking my helpless ass even harder, really pounding away, all the way in and out. Her gloating laugh makes my scalp tingle, my skin crawl, and my agonized erection pulse like crazy.

 

�First we�re going to dress you up like a junior-high cheerleader: training bra, knee-high stockings, miniskirt, cute little saddle shoes. Ribbons and pigtails in your hair, lipstick and make-up, perfume�Then we�re going to whip you, cane you, beat you black and blue with pledge paddles, gang-rape you for days, teach you to suck cock like the sluttiest whore, fuck your face like an ass and take tons of pictures of the whole damn thing. That way I can hold the evidence over your head forever. As of this moment I own you, Slut-boy. You belong body and soul to me and to all of my DOM sisters. I can�t wait until you transfer over here, and we have you in our clutches twenty-four-seven, all year long!

 

Suzi punctuates this by wedging herself all the way in and grinding her cock around and around. Then she resumes both her hard-fucking rhythm and her gloating pronouncements.

 

�I also can�t wait for you to meet Suck-boy and Butt-boy, Sissy-boy and Piss-boy and all the other broken-in boyfriends. But all that�s for later. Those pathetic little pussy-wimps are still locked away upstairs, hanging upside-down in the attic all chained up tight in their bondage bags, waiting for the big forced-homo performance at four a.m. I think by then you should be plenty broken in, and ready to join them in all their ridiculously perverted reindeer games!�

 

Feet clatter down the stairs, and I strain my neck to look.

 

Oh my god! She�s not kidding. They�re here. They�re all here. Look at all those girls�all those scantily-clad women�.all those�those whips, canes, paddles�all those long, strapped-on dildoes�oh no! No! NO! NO! NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!

 

Oh yes, Slut-boy! Uh! Uh! UH! UH! UH!!!!