Sorority Nightmare, Chapter 1

	By The Timdid Freshman

	College Freshman Evan finds himself the unwilling slave of a 
	dominating Sorority princess!

	Evan lay exhausted on the bed, totally spent from the previous night’s
marathon blowjob session.  He’d had no idea he could orgasm that many times.  
Even during his week-long nightmare of constant humiliation and molestation at 
the hands of his beautiful Women’s Studies professors; even on the morning when 
Veronica Raven, professor of Human Sexuality, had mercilessly jacked him off 
over and over again until his penis was limp, chafed, and lifeless in her hand, 
he had never climaxed as many times in a row as he had last night, when all the 
pledges from the Delta Delta Delta sorority had sucked his cock one at a time.
	The orgasms had ceased to be enjoyable almost immediately, or at least 
the pleasure was equally mixed with pain, as the senior sorority sister and 
femme fatale Tina Cox had instructed all of the girls to give his balls a good 
and painful squeeze each time he climaxed, as he was in the process of being 
“re-educated.”  Only a few girls had secretly shown him mercy, but most had 
followed their future sister’s instruction, and as a result, his balls were as 
sore as his bruised cock as he lay trembling on the bed, secured firmly to the 
posts with scarves and sweaters, a makeshift gag of panties stuffed in his mouth, 
terrified of what would happen to him next.
	His terror increased when the door opened and Tina strolled leisurely 
and unexpectedly into the room, her striking red hair pinned up behind her head, 
her lithe and voluptuous figure barely hidden behind a pink and lavender nightie.  
It clung suggestively to her ample bosom and shapely hips as she sat down on the 
bed next to him, smiled down at his prostrate form, and took his exposed scrotum 
in her hand.
	“How are your balls doing?” she asked as she began to roll them lazily 
between her thumb and forefinger; first one, then the other.  His eyes widened 
in fear and his entire body tensed up; he prayed he wasn’t about to receive a 
repeat of last night’s “re-education” techniques, or the punishment he received 
at Veronica’s house every time he inadvertedly broke one of Angela Morrigan’s 
“house rules.”
	He had good reason to be frightened of Tina, as well.  Late last night 
she had found him wondering through the quad, hiding behind bushes, completely 
naked, his hands bound behind his back with a zip-tie and his penis fully erect 
from the Viagra Angela had force-fed him before the women had finally released 
him after a week of sexual violation, driving him back to campus in professor 
Leia Lane’s van and dumping him unceremoniously on the school grounds.  Tina, 
whom he had recognized as the gorgeous girl he had been crushing on at 
orientation, had offered to take him back to her sorority house, promising to 
find some scissors to cut the zip tie and get him some clothes to help restore 
to him a modicum of dignity.  Instead, she had betrayed him, tying him 
blindfolded to a post in the basement, instructing her pledges to suck his dick 
and punish his balls, and with a teasing kiss on the head of his penis, 
assuring him that when they were through with him she’s have him all to herself.
	Sensing his fear, and inwardly reveling at the sight of his trembling, 
cold sweat-drenched body, Tina smiled even wider.  “You shouldn’t look so 
surprised, you know,” she told him, still absent-mindedly rolling his sensitive 
balls.  “Didn’t you think Professor Raven would have protégés?  She was a 
Triple-Delta herself, as a matter of fact.  Our older sisters train us very well.”
	Evan’s heart pounded and his pulse quickened.  While being held captive 
in Veronica’s house, she had repeatedly threatened to rape him; to steal away his 
virginity, fondling him to full erection numourous times just to scare him.  
Was Tina about to do the same thing?  Would she take it that one step further,
stealing from him what he'd never be able to regain?  Evan’s eyes began to water 
with burgeoning tears.  He didn’t want to be raped; he didn’t want to lose his 
virginity now, especially to this sadistic stranger, this twenty-one year old 
dominatrix.  
	Already he longed for the comforting touch of Leia Lane, professor of 
Lesbian Studies, who had been his only source of solace in that house of depravity.  
Sure, she had molested him just as much as the other women, and she had even 
squeezed his balls once or twice, but her touch was always kind, and even as she 
lay naked next to him, gently fondling his penis, she promised never to take his 
virginity until he asked her to.  “But all you have to do is ask,” she had 
whispered seductively in his ear.  If he was going to lose his virginity to one 
of his new mistresses here at Empire State University, couldn’t he at least lose 
it to Leia?
	Evan was snapped back to the present as Tina, misinterpreting the fear 
etched across his face, began to stroke his balls more gently, letting her 
fingertips lightly trill across the skin of his scrotum.  “Don’t worry, Evan,” 
she purred, gently fondling his sac.  “You needn’t fear for your nuts any more.  
As long as you’re a good boy, no harm will come to them.”  She gave them a gentle 
but firm pat and got up from the bed, retrieving something from outside his field 
of vision.
	The next moment he was staring at what looked like a standard 
wheel-and-spinner, as one might find in a board game, only instead of game 
objectives around the wheel, there was written a series of sexual acts:
	
	Cunnilingus
	Fingering
	Suckling
	Breast Massage
	Intercourse

…and in the last spot around the wheel:

	Player’s Choice

	“How do you like it?” she grinned.  “I call this the ‘Wheel of Orgasms.’  
We’ve had it in the house for years.  It’s a real hit at mixers.  Look, we even 
have one for guys.”
	She then held up a similar wheel, only around the edges were written 
various forms of male stimulation:

	Fellatio
	Hand Job
	Anal Orgasm
	Intercourse
	Anal Intercourse

…and just as on the first wheel:

	Player’s Choice

	Tina set the wheels back down and put her hands on her hips, all business.  
“Here’s the way it’s going to work,” she stated authoritatively.  “I’ve got you all 
week.  Don’t worry about your classes; Professor Morrigan is rearranging your 
schedule as I speak.  You’re really lucky to have her as your advisor,” she added, 
although Evan didn’t consider himself very lucky at all.  Tina then smiled an evil 
smile.  “You’re going to be my sex toy for the next five days, Evan.  If you’re a 
good boy and please me well, I’ll reward you.  You can have…let’s see,” she mused, 
thinking.  “Let’s say one orgasm for every three you give me.  Does that sound fair 
to you?”
	Evan was too well acquainted by now with what would happen if he gave Tina 
the wrong answer.  Unfortunately, he had been trained all to well by his professors.  
Having no desire to have his balls busted, he nodded meekly.  
	“Great!” Tina smiled, picking up the Female Wheel of Orgasms.  “Let’s get 
started, shall we?”  She gave the spinner an enthusiastic flick with her finger, 
setting it whirring around the wheel.  Evan watched the wheel in anxiety, praying 
that it wouldn’t land on Intercourse, or as he interpreted it, Rape.
	The spinner spun round and round, slower and slower, nearly stopping on 
Intercourse (Evan began frantically thinking of ways he could possibly keep his 
penis limp at all costs), but finally landing on Fingering.  He gulped.  He had 
had very limited experience with this type of stimulation; none at all, in fact, 
before his kidnapping a week ago.  After all, he had arrived on campus an innocent,
inexperienced, sheltered virgin.  But on the first morning of his captivity, 
Angela Morrigan, his academic advisor and Modern Feminism professor, had dragged 
him into the shower, and after meticulously bathing his helpless, quivering body, 
intimately washing every inch of him, she had commanded him to do the same for her.  
Not allowing his hands to linger on her perfect C-cup breasts, the first he had ever 
touched, she ordered him to pleasure her once his soapy fingers had reached her 
tuft of sandy-blonde pubic hair.
	After pathetically protesting that he didn’t know how, Angela had taken his 
finger and guided it in and out of her pussy and over her clitoris, faster and faster, 
until she climaxed fantastically, her hips thrusting back and forth, her soap-covered 
buns, pressed up against his stiff, soap-covered penis, rubbing him so fast and furious 
that he had orgasmed himself, ejaculating all over her lower back.  
	He had paid for that mistake, as Angela had instantly wheeled around, seized 
his balls in a viselike grip, squeezing hard, and chastising him for making “a mess” 
on her.  As he moaned in pain, Angela had brought him to his knees before letting go.  
As he pleaded for her forgiveness, assuring her that he hadn’t meant to, she had 
informed him in no uncertain terms that he would simply have to “learn to control” 
himself.  She then announced, fondling his ears kindly, that she would be good enough 
to add the curriculum to his training.
	Evan was brought out of his reverie as Tina untied his right hand, and then 
proceeded to lie down on top of him, her back resting on his chest, her buttocks 
pressing down on his flaccid penis, in the same position Veronica had taken after 
defeating him in a humiliating wrestling match on his third night in her house, 
demanding that he bring her to orgasm by massaging her massive breasts.
	The tall, voluptuous, muscular Amazon had been much heavier than Tina, and he 
had been so tired after she had thrown him around the wrestling mat, that he had 
failed miserably, although he had squeezed out a significant amount of breast milk.  
Veronica had belittled him mercilessly, finally storming out of the house in search 
of a “real man” to satisfy her.  Off to rape another of her students, no doubt.
	As Tina brought Evan’s arm around her like a seatbelt, guiding his trembling 
fingers to her (thankfully) already-wet pussy, he prayed that on this occasion, he 
would have more success.
	Trying his best to remember what Angela had taught him in the shower, Evan 
searched out the delicate and moist folds of Tina’s labia, at last entering her vagina, 
drawing out more moisture, and beginning to gently but firmly stroke her clitoris.  
Tina almost silently gasped and moaned in pleasure as he went to work, and gaining 
confidence, Evan began to give her bigger strokes, alternating them with thrusts of his 
crooked finger into her vagina, although not satisfied by one, she soon guided three of 
his fingers inside of her.
	As Evan brought Tina closer and closer to orgasm, her moans of ecstasy grew 
louder and louder, and her body writhed and undulated on top of his, her sweet-smelling 
red hair caressing his face, her perfectly round ass squashing his penis, which was now 
uncomfortably stiffening at a very inconvenient angle.
	Joining in the stimulation, sticking her own fingers inside herself as Evan 
rapidly stroked her clit, playing it like the Minute Waltz in thirty seconds, Tina 
finally came, screaming in ecstasy as her body convulsed and bucked.  Evan began to 
slow down his ministrations, but Tina shook her head, grabbed his hand, and forced him 
to continue the clitoral massage, his wrist cramping as she came an incredible second 
time, even louder and more uncontrolled then the first.  She finally let go of his hand, 
seizing handfuls of the bed sheets as her hips continued to buck, and Evan gratefully 
rotated his wrist, working out the kinks.  She continued to lie on top of him for several 
moments as her breathing slowed and her body gradually stopped twitching.  Finally she 
rolled off of his chest, her freckled face flushed, and gave him an unexpected kiss on 
the lips.
	“That was amazing,” she purred into his ear, and stood up, reaching for her 
panties.  Her eyes then moved to his penis, now freed from its constrictions and 
standing at full attention.  Incredibly turned on by Tina’s orgasms, Evan dared to hope 
that two climaxes might be enough to earn him one.  But he was soon disappointed.
	“Sorry, Honey,” she giggled, giving the head of his penis a tantalizing pinch.  
“But multiple orgasms still only count as one.  I’ll see you this afternoon after class.”
	And with that, she bounded out of the room, leaving Evan seething in frustration, 
his balls even more sore than when she had first entered.