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Sorority Girls B&D story 2/3
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
WARNING: This story is not for the faint of heart. It is about
the brutal and cruel treatment that a (twisted) sorrority girl
inflicts upon a young man. It involves mental rape as
well as physical cruelty. I originally began writing this
as a fantasy; it has become more of a horror story, however.
There aren't as many sex scenes in this story as there are in
others; there are a few, however. As I said before, this is a
fictional work about the torture, both mental and physical, applied
to an unwilling young man. After chapter 3, I plan to tone down
the torture and concentrate more on the "sex slave" aspect of
the relationship. However, this story does not, and by its
nature, never can contain consentual sex.
If you do not wish to read this, then hit 'n' now.
The Sorrority - Chapter 2
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Jack, after having urinated all over himself, wasn't able to fall
back to sleep. As he was laying on his stretcher, he pondered the
days events. "That bitch," he thought, "treating me like this." She
had looked so good at the party, so sweet and tantalizng. He still
wanted her, but not in the same way. He wanted to rape Karen, to beat
her, to cripple her. "But," he thought, "what if I never get the chance?
Which is worse, death or enslavement?"
It was then that Jack realized the real question: was he a coward
or not? If he was not a coward, he would accept death. If he was, he
would become a slave to Karen. Jack had always been a man of his
word, and knew that if he said he would be a slave to Karen, then he
would not retract his promise. To him, the most important part of him
was his honesty. If he said he would rather be Karen's sex slave than
die, then he would. After the day's treatment, however, he was not
sure which he wanted.
Would he subject his body to the cruel punishment he had received
earlier? Was it worth it? He had the feeling that if he decided to
become Karen's slave, that he would soon wish he was dead. Hell, he
already did. To Jack, the pain from his beatings earlier were still
very real, very painful. He would do anything to avoid such beatings
again. But Karen had said "Sometimes I will beat you for no reason at
all." Jack didn't like this idea. Jack decided that death would be a
better fate, and resolved that he would accept death as an alternative
to being Karen's slave. He had already had a taste of what his life
would be like, and would rather not live it out. Perhaps that's the
real reason that Karen had beaten him so badly: to let him know that
she wasn't joking, and to let him decide, knowing the truth of the
situation. Tommorrow, Jack would look at her in the eyes and say "OK,
you bitch, go ahead and kill me, then." His mind made up, Jack went
back to sleep.
"Psst.. KA3". Jack screemed, having been in the middle of a
nightmare. It came out very muffled. There was a strong hand over his
mouth, stifling the sound.
"Shhhh. We're going to help you escape. We're slaves ourselves."
Jack could see two masculine silhouettes in the darkness of the room.
He was distrustful of them. "We have the keys, and your clothes."
they said as they began releasing Jack from his captivity. He hadn't
realized how tight his bonds had been, and when each bond was
released, he felt a sharp stinging course down that limb. "We have
learned too much, and they will kill us if they find out. We wanted
to rescue you, too, before they killed you."
"Here, put on these clothes.. quickly now, we haven't got much
time." They handed Jack his clothes. As he dressed, they began answering
his unthought-of questions. "This place was built 15 years ago, using
money granted to the Zeta Tau Alpha sorrority. It was all done very
secretly. Since then, the women have been told again and again that
they are the superior sex, and that they have a natural right and
responsibility to dominate men fully. The brainwashing worked, and
now the sorrority only accepts sisters like themselves. From what I
have learned, it is getting more and more popular among sorrorities."
Jack had finished putting his underwear and blue-jeans on. The throw
up and urine spilled from his chest onto them. He put his shirt on
over it. "Don't wear your shoes, they make too much noise."
Jack now had a closer look at the other two men. They were also
dressed, similiarly to Jack. "Follow us, quietly. What's your name?"
"I'm Jack," Jack whispered. "What are yours'?"
"I'm Rob, short for Robert. Oh God, how it feels good to say my
REAL name again. I haven't done that for two years. And my friend is
Jeff." They walked to the door, wherupon Jack noticed that Robert was
carrying a large ring of keys. After searching for several minutes,
Robert inserted a key in the door, and opened it. They all tiptoed
down the hallway. They walked for what must have been 10 minutes,
when Robert continued, "We are underground. This place spans the
entire underground of the campus. Most of it isn't used; they
probably made room for other sorrorities when they built it."
They then took a right at another door, then a left, then Jack got
lost. Once, they had to hide themselves from a sorrority girl who was
walking through the hallways. Luckily, she didn't see any of them.
They walked and walked, for what seemed like hours, but was probably
only about 5 minutes or so. Then, they went through another door.
Instead of opening into another hallway, as the others had, this one
opened into a large, dark room. Jack couldn't see anything. "The
door outside is just on the other side of this room", Robert informed
him. For the first time, Jack began to feel real hope. He wouldn't
have to die after all. Once he was outside, he would go to the
nearest police station and show them the situation. All three of them
began running torward the door at the far end of the room. When they
were about halfway through the room, lights burst on, blinding Jack
momentarily. He kept running, knowing that freedom or death depended
on it now. Then, Robert and Jeff both stopped. Jack reached the door
and realized the truth of the situation.
The door was locked from the outside, not the inside. There was no
way out. He turned around and saw the entire sorrority looking down
at him. He was in some kind of auditorium, and sorrority girls were
all seated, except for Karen, who was in the middle of the room. They
were all wearing see-through white gowns with nothing on underneath.
He looked at Robert and Jeff, feeling betrayed. One stood on each
side of Karen, ready to protect her.
"Come here, KA3." Karen said. Panic shot though Jack. He started
beating on the door, trying to knock it down. He kew it was useless
before he even started. He wasn't prepared for the betrayal and
humiliation. "I said COME HERE. Do not make me repeat myself again."
"YOU BIIIITTTCCCHHHH" Jack began running torward her, anxious to at
least take her out with him. He never made it. Jeff, the bigger of
the two, stepped in front of Karen and stopped Jack's assault. A
quick blow to the stomach and elbow in the face had Jack on his knees.
Jack began to cry.
"I can see, Jack, that you have made up your mind to die. You are
no longer KA3, but an honorable Jack." There was a podium in the
center of the room. Karen walked over to it and retrieved a small
pistol. Jack's wails became louder. Perhaps, most shocking of all,
was the fact that she had called him Jack. Was she really going to
kill him?
"RJ1, posision Jack so that I can penetrate his heart in one
shot."
"RJ1 must be Jeff," thought Jack. Jeff, or RJ1, with Jack still on
his knees, dug his knee into Jack's back, while at the same time
pulling back on his arms. This left Jacks chest clearly exposed.
Karen took the pistol and aimed.
For the first time in his life, Jack was afraid for his life. He
really didn't want to die. Even though he had already made up his
mind to accept death as an alternative, he could not help the feelings
coursing through him. Death. That meant.. death. He couldn't accept
it; he felt hot tears runnign down his cheeks. Karen's finger was
tightening on the trigger. Suddenly, Jack blurted out, "Mistress
Karen, I beg for my life."
She looked at Jack for a moment, looked almost dissappointed, and
said, "But Jack, you are an honorable man. This will all be over
shortly, and you don't need to call me Mistress any more. You are
honorable, you may call me just plain Karen."
"Mistress Karen, please spare my life."
"I don't think I understand. Only a brave man would have called
me a bitch the way you did. I don't believe that you realize what you
are saying."
"Mistres Karen, I am not brave; I am the lowliest coward you have
ever seen. I do realize what I am saying. I don't want to die. I
beg you to spare my miserable life." Some of the other sorrority
girls in the room giggled.
"Are you begging to be my slave, then, Jack?"
"Mistress Karen, I beg to be your slave. I beg." Jack was
sobbing uncontrollably now. "I beg to be KA3, not Jack." Jack was
ashamed of himself. A few hours ago, he would have been prepared to
die; now he realized that he was just a coward.
"You really wish this?" Karen asked, looking doubtful.
"Mistress Karen, I beg it. I will serve you in every way
possible, please let me be your pitiful slave." And that's the way
Jack felt. After all he had said, it was what he deserved. He didn't
deserve to die a fitting death; he was a shameful coward; he deserved
to be Mistress Karen's slave.
"Unfortunately, Jack, you have broken too many rules already."
Karen began raising the pistol again, and pointed it straight at
Jack's heart.
"Mistress Karen, please don't kill me! Please, I beg of you!
Beat me, punish me for my offenses, please please please don't kill
me." Jack let out a terrible wail, and began shaking all over. She
was going to kill him.
At once, Mistress Karen turned to the 30 or so other sorrority
members and said, "Who in this building thinks this man is honorable?"
A long pause passed, and no one raised their hand, or spoke out.
"Who in this building thinks that this man is brave?"
A longer pause followed, and Karen looked at Jack.
"Who in this building thinks that this man, Jack, should be
allowed to live?"
Again, no one raised their hand.
"Mistresses, please please please let me live. I beg each and
every one of you to take pity on me." Jack screamed.
"I ask again, who thinks that this man, Jack, should be allowed to
live?" Once again, no one raised their hand.
Jack began crying uncontrollably, knowing his death was imminent.
"I now ask, should this man, Jack, die?"
Every single attendat raised their hands.
"Then it is decided, Jack shall die." Jack began openly wailing
for the mercy of the attendants. "Shut up, Jack, or your death will
be slow."
Karen then addressed the attendents again, "Jack will die. Should
the slave KA3 die as well?"
No one raised their hand, and Jack understood. He, Jack would
die. Everything that Jack was, and stood for, would die. He would
become KA3, an obedient slave, subject to the will of his mistress.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you, mistress." Jack was openly crying
now, thankful that he had been spared.
"RJ1 and KB2, go back to your mistresses. I will take this slave
with me." Karen looked down at Jack and said, "You disgust me, KA3."
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