Busted, Part I
By The Timid Freshman
An ace reporter for the ESU school paper discovers the truth about Delta house.  But at what cost?


Daniel lay on his stomach, crouched in the grass, trying to be as quiet and
inconspicuous as possible. Slowly, he inched himself forward, intent on
reaching the small basement window that sat even against the ground. His
investigation had led him here: the basement of Delta House, home of the most
mysterious sorority on campus. For months now he had been gathering clues,
following leads, and compiling second and third hand rumours. His obsession
had begun during freshman year, in his first semester as a fresh-faced young
reporter for the school paper. One night, at a Halloween party, he had
overheard strange stories, whispered in the dark. In hushed tones, two girls
were exchanging theories they had heard about secret societies of women. Their
voices, though soft and low, contained a hint of excitement, for it seemed
that these legendary women were single-minded in a common goal: the total
domination of men and boys. Dominatrixes were nothing new, of course, but to
hear these wide-eyed coeds talk, femdom was more than a hobby for these women.
It was a lifestyle and a creed. And they cared not for consensual assent, it
was said. Rather, they enjoyed employing their dominating arts upon unwilling
men, taking pleasure in "breaking" them, turning strong-willed, independent
men into beaten, submissive slaves. Sometimes these women would kidnap hapless
male victims, subduing them quickly and spiriting them away to secret, hidden
locations. They would then proceed to dominate and humiliate them for days or
even weeks on end. Both torture and rape were common weapons used against both
men and boys. Often they would employ brainwashing techniques, and more often
than not, stockholm syndrome would kick in. The result, supposedly, was an
entire secret caste of submissive male slaves--looking for all appearances
like normal members of socity, but behind closed doors serving the whims of
their dominant mistresses. According to legend, even men in power were not
immune; according to some stories, they had been discreetly maneuvered into
position by powerful female puppet masters; women in the shadows who secretly
ruled the world.

It was an outlandish idea, of course, and normally Daniel would have dismissed
it outright. Still, there was something that rang true about the girls'
conversation. Even if it wasn't true, Daniel could tell that these two girls
certainly believed it. And after all, didn't every legend contain a grain of
truth at the center? His interest piqued, Daniel continued to eavesdrop until
the girls had moved on to another subject, and made a mental note to himself
to investigate further. Even if it turned out to be complete bullshit, on the
off chance that there was some validity to this wild story, then it would be
the story of the century! And if he was the one to blow it wide open, it could
mean skipping the rest of school and heading straight for the big leagues! He
might even be the youngest reporter to ever win a pulitzer! Nevertheless, he
made another note to himself not to tell anyone about what he heard. After
all, it wouldn't do for others to think he was crazy for believing in the
possibility of such a thing, or else for someone else to scoop his story.

And so, over the next several months his investigation took him deeper and
deeper, and his interest began to slowly become an obsession. Tales of these
dominating divas could barely even qualify as urban legends; so rarely did he
catch wind of such stories. But it was precisely their secretive nature that
intrigued him so, and further fueled his dogged search for the truth. As he
dug deeper, he began to believe that there was a truth behind the legend. And
as a reporter, it was his duty to uncover and expose the truth, no matter how
dangerous that might be.

It had taken him months to get this far, but his investigation had finally led
him here: Delta Delta Delta. A sorority made up of only the most beautiful
college coeds; a sorority that rarely threw mixers, and if they did, they were
invitation-only. It was considered a rare honour to be invited to a Delta
party, and no one ever spoke of what went on at one. But not for nothing was
Daniel was the school paper's number one investigative reporter, and after
months of cultivating sources, he had finally leanred when Delta House's
initiation ritual would take place for this year's pledges. It was happening
right now, right in that basement, and Dan would bet dollars to donuts that
something illegal and twisted was going on inside. His trusty digital camera
in hand, he crawled the rest of the way to the window.

At last he reached his target. Wiping away the dust from the glass pane, he
peered inside. The basement was filled with beautiful young girls, perhaps
seven in all. Daniel didn't recognize any of them, and they all looked quite
young; around 18 or so. They looked like incoming freshman. Daniel felt a jolt
of adrenaline rush through his veins. Pledges! That could be the only
explanation. His sources were right--initiation for Delta house was happening
tonight, and he would be the first person in history to document exactly what
went on!

The girls were all chatting excitedly amongst themselves. Their expressions
belied a mixture of nervousness and frenzied anticipation. One thing was
certain--they all looked insatiably hungry. But what, or who, was on the menu
tonight?

Within moments Daniel's unspoken question was answered. Suddenly the girls all
turned and looked over at the staircase leading to the upstairs. Another coed
was descending the stairs, her beauty unparralleled by any of the freshman
girls in the basement. She had radiant red hair, like a summer sunset,
complemented by a spattering of adorable frekles, like stars illuminating the
sky. With a lurch of his stomach, Daniel recognized the girl. This was Tina
Cox, a prominat senior at the university. Top of her class in every subject,
star student of the Womens' Studies major. She also worked in the school's
admission office; her job duties including acclimating incoming freshman to
campus life. Daniel remembered seeing her at his own orientation. But now she
seemed to be masterminding a very different kind of orientation, for she was
not alone. Walking beside her, being led by the crook of his arm, was a young,
naked man.

Daniel did not recognize him either. He couldn't have been more than 18, just
like the girls waiting in the basement, whose eyes had lit up upon seeing him.
This meant that he was either an incoming freshman, or even worse, a local
high school student. His expression was strange; a mix of shame and
relief--especially curious, as it seemed to conflict with his raging erection.
His penis was rock-hard and standing straight up and out, quivering as Tina
led him down the stairs. His hands appeared to be secured behind his back,
bound in place with plastic ties.

Then, suddenly, as he became aware of the young freshman coeds awaiting his
arrival in the basement, his expression changed radically. Daniel could see a
look of very real terror on the young man's face now, terror mixed with hurt,
as if he had been betrayed. Tina, by contrast, had a look of cruel triumph
mixed with excited glee etched across her own features. Her young prisoner
looked into her eyes, horrified, and she laughed in his face. Daniel watched
as the young man twisted out of her grip and tried to run back up the stairs.
Unfortunately for him, he was stopped by two more sorority sisters waiting at
the top of the staircase. Each girl taking an arm, they forced him back down
and into the waiting grip of Tina Cox.

She whispered something into the young man's ear, and his look of terror
increased. Daniel could see tears beginning to stream down his cheeks as he
gulped hard. Daniel couldn't help noticing that in spite of all this, his
erection was as hard as ever. Surely any sane man would have gone limp at this
point? Had they forced him to take a viagra, perhaps? Reaching for his camera,
Daniel began to furiously snap pictures. This was it--the evidence he had been
waiting for! There was no way that this young man was here of his own free
will--he had to be a prisoner of these sick girls' twisted sexual desires. But
his sacrifice would not be in vain; with the pictures Daniel was taking, these
cruel women would be exposed to the world for what they really were.

He continued to snap pictures as Tina led her poor victim down the rest of the
stairs and across the basement floor. The young man shot panicked glances at
the young girls surrounding him as Tina led him up a small block of wooden
steps. Behind the steps was one of the metal pipes that ran through the
basement, part of the plumbing of the sorority house. It was to this pipe that
Tina securely bound her captive, lashing thick ropes around his arms and legs,
securing him fast to the pipe. As he closed his eyes, his entire body shaking
with fear, Tina began to address her pledges. As they listened with rapt
attention, she appeared to be giving them instructions. At one point she
gestured towards the young man's balls, lightly cupping them in her hand. A
few moments later, she took hold of his erect penis, looking up at him and
planting a playful kiss right on the head of his dick. Then, letting go of
him, she strode back across the basement as the other girls began to line up.
The first girl in line approached the trussed-up young man, her face glowing
with anticipation. She took his penis into her mouth, and began to give him a
blowjob. As she did, she reached up and took hold of his balls in her hand.
Daniel watched, snapping pictures as the girl sucked the young man's cock, her
lips sliding up and down the length of his member. The look on the prisoner's
face began to bely the unmistakable expression that indicated an impending
orgasm, and sure enough, he began to twitch and gasp, his chest heaving. But
in that moment, his expression changed to one of terrible pain as the girl
squeezed his balls, as if she was trying to squeeze every last drop of semen
out of his body. After a few moments she let go, swallowing his cum as the
next girl in line approached him. She too took his cock into her mouth,
starting the whole process over again.

Daniel kept documenting the cruel act, compiling a detailed photographic
record of the sexual torture. But suddenly, he was interrupted.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?"

He froze, his blood running cold. Looking up, he witnessed the most terrifying
thing yet. Tina Cox herself was standing over him, her hands on her shapely
hips, a look of fury on her gorgeous face. But Daniel's insticts were good;
without a moment's hesitation, he quickly rolled away from her, putting
several feet between him and the dominating sorority sister. And then, just as
quckly, he scrampled to his feet and sprinted away without a word.

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Tina watched in annoyance as the snoopy little twerp ran away from her. How
like a man, she thought with disgust. Sneaky and cowardly to the last. It was
no wonder women were the superior sex; Tina felt a surge of righteous pride;
secure more than ever that she was absolutely right in her mission. Men
deserved to be dominated and crushed under the heel of superior women. And
this arrogant little snot deserved it more than ever. He'd pay for invading
their privacy. When her friends got through with him, he'd never dare to
undermine another woman again for the rest of his life. Pulling out her cell
phone, she flipped it open and hit one of her speed dial buttons.

"We have a little problem," she said into the phone.