I can't believe I was so stupid. As part of my fraternity initiation, my task
was to break into the Alpha Omega Psi sorority house, take some pictures of the
girls naked, and return to the frat house by morning. Not only did I not get any
pictures, and therefore was not allowed to join the frat, I was caught and
charged with breaking and entering. My so called brothers, when they heard of my
fate, quickly disassociated themselves from me and denied everything. Now here I
am in court, possibly facing two years in jail. My heart was pumping fast as
Darla, the head of Alpha Omega Psi, walked past me and whispered in my ear, I
bet you are going to be REALLY POPULAR in jail. I couldn't believe the glint of
evil in her eye as she sat down in the front row of the gallery. I quickly
turned to my court appointed lawyer and began to beg him for new options. Listen
Sam I begged, I can't go to jail. You know what they will do to me in there!!!
My eyes began to well with tears as I envisaged my virgin ass being violated by
some big bruiser. Bob, I think we may be in luck. This judge was a fraternity
brother of mine, so he understands the deal. You won't get off Scot free, but it
is likely you won't serve any jail time. Bob got quiet as the judge entered the
room. Hear-ye, Hear-ye bellowed the bailiff All rise for Judge Stevens Please be
seated Judge Stevens opened. I have reviewed the case, and it is my opinion that
this was part of a stupid college prank. It would be a egregious miscarriage of
justice to send this young man to prison for two years and mark him as a felon
for life for what is most likely an isolated incident of youthful indiscretion.
A wave of relief overcame me as I heard those comforting words from the judge.
As I glanced around the courtroom, all eyes were on the judge except Darla's,
she was glowering at me with a look of such rage it sent cold shivers down my
spine. Quickly, I turned back to the Judge. It is not however, my intent, to let
this incident go unpunished. he continued. My heart stopped. Would the lawyers
for the defendant, the prosecuting attorney and the representative of the
victims please meet me in chambers. What's going on Bob?!? I whispered. A plea
bargain I have tried to work out. Just sit here and shut up. If they go for it,
you will not only not go to jail, but all charges will be dropped, but you must
trust me, OK? OK! I exclaimed. This was great! Perhaps this long nightmare would
end on a positive note after all. As I saw Darla disappear from the court I
wondered what possible deal would satisfy her. Bob was a good lawyer, and very
convincing, but the look in her eyes made me wonder how they would ever get her
to agree to drop the charges. For the next two hours I waited and sweated and
waited and sweated. Around two o'clock everyone came back inside. Well ladies
and gentlemen, we have an agreement. Judge Stevens announced. Will the defendant
please rise. Nervously I rose to my feet. I still didn't know what the agreement
was, but by the look on Bobs face I was comforted that it didn't include jail.
Samuel Franklin, in exchange for the plaintiffs dropping all charges against
you, it has been decided that you will be turned over to them for punishment for
six months. During this time you will not be allowed to leave their residence,
except to attend classes or for medical emergencies. By the end of this six
month period, you and the plaintiff's will report back to this court, and
according to their testimony, it will be decided then whether you go to jail to
serve out your sentence, or have all charges dropped. I would STRONGLY ADVISE
you to do whatever they say during this time. Your freedom depends on whether
they are satisfied with your punishment. I have given them instructions on what
is, and what is not, acceptable punishment. Do you agree to these terms? My head
was swimming. I was a bit apprehensive about giving myself over to Darla and her
sorority sisters, but the idea of being marked as a felon and gang raped in the
shower quickly made me nod in agreement. I was instructed to report to their
house tomorrow morning at 8:00 A.M.. I slept very little that night, but as
instructed I knocked on their door at 8:00 A.M. sharp. Darla opened the door,
took my bag and told me to go into the living room. All of the twelve of the
girls from the sorority were there, and none of them looked happy. Darla broke
the silence. For the duration, you will answer to the name Slave-boy. You will
address each member of this sorority as Mistress So & So, and will be
subordinate to them at all times. Your head is never to be above the head of any
member of this sorority, if the sit you must kneel. You are to be given one
uniform to be worn in the house, and one uniform to be worn outside the house.
Saturdays are wash day, and you will launder your own uniforms, as well as all
the clothes of the sisters. You will prepare all of our meals, keep the house
clean and perform any and all tasks demanded of you WITHOUT HESITATION OR
COMPLAINT! You will wear this dog collar at all times as a symbol of your
degradation. Failure to follow any instructions, or the breaking of any rules
will be met with appropriate penalties. Any questions? I shook my head no. Now
STRIP! she commanded. This was not unexpected, but it was quite humiliating.
Slowly I shed my shirt, shoes, socks and pants, standing before them clad only
in my boxers. Darla, obviously perturbed at my attempts at modesty, grabbed a
rather ominous looking paddle from the fireplace mantle and cracked my ass hard.
We are not off to a good start here! she screamed as she flicked the waistband
of my shorts with her long nails. When I said Strip, I meant totally! Not get on
with it! To the obvious amusement of the girls I slowly lowered my boxers to the
floor. Being forced to strip down in front of a room full of attractive college
women caused me to develop an enormous erection, which only humiliating me
further. Vainly trying to shield my nakedness from them I covered my crotch with
my hands. CRACK! Another whack on the ass forced me to drop my hands to my side.
ãNow, put your hands on your head and spread your legs! Completely red from head
to toe I complied. I was now completely exposed to them with my cock standing
stiffly at attention adding further humiliation to an already humiliating
situation. OK Susan, start the examination! Darla instructed. Susan, a stunning
brunette with very lickable breasts, approached me with a knowing smirk on her
face. Bend over and touch your toes slave boy! I complied, even though I
realized my anus was gaping for their view. The few muted giggles and whispers I
heard caused me to shut my eyes in shame. Susan then began to shine a flashlight
up my ass, and tug, probe and prod my exposed asshole, and my dangling helpless
balls and cock. Heâs free from contraband! Susan announced as the pent up
laughter burst from every female lip in the room. Stand up Slaveboy and put your
uniform on As I turned and saw my uniform, I was horrified to see that it was
the skimpiest thong speedo I had ever seen. I struggled into it, trying
desperately to fit my genitals into its brief material. In a strange way, this
was more humiliating than being naked. The speedo was about three sized too
small, and for a second I thought the material would burst open. As I stood
there in my ridiculous get up, Darla handed me a mop and a sponge and guided me
to the kitchen. For the next 10 hours I scrubbed, cleaned, dusted, and vacuumed
every inch of the house. I was exhausted by the end of the day, but after I
cooked them all dinner we retired to the living room. For the next four hours I
gave all of them foot and leg massages until my hands ached. All those lovely
cooed feet and legs kept me perpetually aroused, and this did not go unnoticed
by the girls. Knowing this, they enjoyed torturing me as I massaged their legs
by rubbing their toes across my tight tight speedos. By bedtime, I was horny
beyond belief. After all the girls were in bed, I went downstairs to the bed
they constructed for me in the living room. This bed was simply a pillow and a
blanket on the cold hard wood floor. After I was convinced they were asleep, I
reached down between my legs and pulled off my speedo. All the pent up sexual
frustration of the day had kept me hard for the last 6 hours. I needed some
relief, and I needed it bad, so as quietly as possible I began to masturbate.
Just as I was almost reaching the point of no return, the lights suddenly came
on and all of the girls ran into the room. I was so startled I leapt to my feet
without thinking. There I was, completely naked with a raging hard-on and still
stroking away. GET YOUR GODDAMN HANDS OFF OF OUR PROPERTY! screamed Darla. Like
being awakened from a dream, I realized what I was doing and quickly stopped,
still trying to shield my crime from them. So chimed Susan You want to get off
do you? Well, this is prison, and as such, I think you should have the
experience of getting off in prison. Unsure of just exactly she was talking
about, I was alarmed as all of the girls rushed me and dragged me into the
kitchen. I did not struggle, since I knew I was completely at their mercy and
did not want to endanger the plea bargain agreement. When I was thrown face down
on the kitchen table however, I did attempt to get away, but it was no use.
Outnumbered twelve to one, it was no contest. I was handcuffed, face down on the
table with my feet and wrists cuffed to each table leg. I was completely
helpless, and completely exposed. Susan brought in eight or nine pillows and
placed them under my stomach causing my back to arch and my anus to be even more
exposed. Get ready for your deflowering Slaveboy! Darla gleamed as she showed me
the largest most evil looking dildo I had ever seen. Open your mouth! she
commanded as she shoved the dildo down my throat. As I lay there gagged, she
told me I had better lubricate it up good if I knew what was good for me. Too
frightened to be humiliated, I sucked like a wild starving calf. After a few
minutes, Darla snatched the dildo from my lips and waved it in front of my face.
It was at least twelve inches long and 4 inches in diameter. My asshole, almost
acting on its own power, began to pucker in a defensive posture, Well, we didn't
want you to miss out on any experience you would have had, had you actually gone
to jail. Open wide! And with that, Darla shoved eleven of the twelve inches up
my ass. I screamed like a banshee in pain and humiliation, begging pitifully for
them to take it out. What's this? I heard Susan ask as the girls were inspecting
the dildo in my ass. Being behind me, I tried in vain to turn and see what they
were looking at. When I heard the switch click and felt the dildo begin to pump
in and out, I realized what they were looking at. This diabolical device was
raping my ass. Although I was crying in the most intense pain I had ever
experienced, the constant ramming of the dildo on my prostrate eventually caused
me to blow my load all over the table to the obvious delight of all the girls.
See there Darla cooed Getting off in jail ain't so bad. I couldn't look her in
the face, my eyes filled with tears, my face red with shame at being brought off
by a dildo up my ass. please take it out... I begged pitifully as Darla laughed
at my predicament. Good night Slaveboy she giggled as she and the other girls
left the kitchen and turned off the lights, leaving me to be tortured for the
remainder of the night. The End
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