Sorority Nightmare, Chapter 2
By The Timid Freshman
Evan meets a couple of the Triple-Delta pledges


The door opened sooner than Evan expected, a mere fifteen minutes after Tina
had left. He both dreaded and hoped for her return at the same time, his
still-erect penis holding out hope for an orgasm, his sore balls terrified of
more torture, yet themselves aching for release.

But it wasn't Tina who walked through the door. It was two younger girls,
Evan's age or possibly younger. He recognized two of the pledges from the
previous evening, two of the young freshmen girls who had gone down on him as
part of their duties as pledges in the Triple-Delta sorority. One of them, a
petite, perky, small-breasted dirty-blonde, had been obviously inexperienced
at performing oral sex (after fifteen consecutive blowjobs, not to mention the
one professor Leia Lane had woken him up with on his third day of captivity
and sexual abuse at Veronica Raven's house, as well as the one his academic
advisor, Angela Morrigan, had given him as a reward for holding back his
climax during one of his mandatory orgasm control sessions [Evan had had
excellent motivation for learning fast during Angela's cruel lessons; a
premature ejaculation resulted in swift retribution via painful
ball-crushing], Evan considered himself a well-versed expert in judging good
fellatio from bad), but had been one of the few kind girls to secretly spare
him a painful ball squeeze; she had pretended to do so under the watchful eyes
of the other girls, but had merely cupped his balls gently and winked at him.

The other girl, slightly taller, brunette, bigger-breasted, and carrying
herself in an almost regal, haughty fashion, had not been so kind to him.
Although quite adept at giving excellent head (Evan had experienced a few
seconds of absolute rapture at the threshold of her full, moist lips and wet
tongue), she had taken great pleasure in squeezing his balls harder than any
of the other girls, smirking up at him as she ruined what could have been an
earth-shattering orgasm, causing him so much pain that he cried out in
involuntary protest.

Although the brunette deigned not to even look him in the eyes as the two
girls entered the room, the blonde grinned at him and gave him a covert little
wave, to which he returned a weak half-smile. She was carrying what looked to
be an opaquely white baby bottle in one of her hands. Her eyes widened
slightly as they took in his erect penis, and she reached for it, taking the
shaft in her hand and pushing it from side to side, as if it were a radio
antenna. Gasping through his panty gag at the intimate contact, Evan wondered
if his was the first penis this girl had ever touched, or even seen. He also
hoped she would bring him the relief he so craved, after Tina had left him
hard and unsatisfied.

"Hey!" said the brunette suddenly, and the blonde let go of his penis as
quickly as she had grabbed it. Evan let out a frustrated sigh through his
nose. "Hands off the dildo," she continued. "You remember what Mistress Tina
said."

Evan was so humiliated. Was that all he was to these girls? A dildo? A toy for
their sexual pleasure, nothing more? He was beginning to learn his place in
this woman's world he had unknowingly fallen into. How long until he would
learn to accept it?

"Sorry, Michelle," muttered the blonde with a sheepish grin. "It's just such a
cute little thing!" she giggled, and Evan's cheeks burned as his humiliation
deepened.

"You know the rules, Amanda," said Michelle matter-of-factly, as she busied
herself at the sink in the corner of the room, filling a basin with water. "No
unnecessary touching the slave. Our orders are to feed and bathe him, and
that's all. No playing with his cute little dick, and especially no getting
him off."

"Oh, all right," said Amanda. "Just you don't go hurting him so bad again like
you did last night."

Michelle laughed as she turned off the water and walked over to the bed,
soaking a large sponge in the basin. "Don't tell me you're actually concerned
about this boy?" she asked incredulously, not even looking at Evan as she
began to sponge-bathe him, starting at his neck. "He's Tina's plaything, not
yours. He's here to service her. I couldn't care less about how much pain he's
in." She finished bathing Evan's neck and moved down to his torso, sponging
off his chest, stomach, and arms.

"Well," Amanda said brightly as Michelle cleaned Evan's armpits. "Maybe when
we become full-fledged Deltas, he can be our plaything, too!"

"If you become a full-fledged Delta," Michelle warned, mopping the sponge down
Evan's sides and over his hips and thighs. "I don't know how far you're going
to get with that attitude. We're supposed to be learning how to subdue and
dominate men." She shook her head. "You're way too nice to him."

"Professor Lane's nice to him," Amanda frowned.

"By the way," Michelle added with a stern look, ignoring this last comment. "I
noticed that little stunt you pulled last night. We were supposed to bust his
balls, and you didn't."

"Oh!" exclaimed Amanda, a panicked note in her voice. "Oh, Michelle, promise
you won't tell Tina, please? I don't want to get kicked out of Delta!"

"Relax," said Michelle. "I'm not going to tell anyone. Just don't let it
happen again." She looked up at Evan for the first time as she bathed his
inner thighs. "Aren't you supposed to be feeding him?"

"Oh, right!" Her bottle seemingly forgotten until now, Amanda raised it to
Evan's lips. Gently pulling out the panties that had been stuffed in his
mouth, she placed a tender hand behind his head and lifted his mouth to the
nipple of the bottle. Famished, Evan drank gratefully.

He realized at once that the liquid in the bottle was milk, and not just any
milk. Warm breast milk filled his mouth, cascading down his throat, breast
milk like the breast milk he had been forced to survive on the entire week of
his captivity, suckling at Veronica's enormous bosom six times a day, her hot
milk squirting onto his eager tongue from her even hotter nipples, his only
source of sustenance while he lived as her prisoner and slave.

But this wasn't Veronica's milk; she had breast-fed him enough for him to
recognize the taste. This was Leia's milk; the milk she had nursed him with
the last night of his first enslavement, revealing that she too had been
taking the herbal supplements that made lactation possible, a potent
combination of fenugreek, blessed thistle, and red raspberry leaf.

She had stroked his hair as she nursed him, having whispered to him that she
desired to nourish him. His love for her, whether real or Stockholm
syndrome-induced, was now cemented, although their tender moment had been
interrupted by the arrival of Angela, who had given him a hard whack on his
balls for good measure, just to reinforce his position as slave before
force-feeding him Viagra.

The taste of her milk once again cascading over his tongue as Amanda fed him
gave him a sense of hope. If this was Leia's milk, then that meant she had
given it willingly to the sisters of Delta Delta Delta. If that was true, then
she knew where he was! Would she rescue him? Would she at least prevent his
possible rape at the hands of Tina? He didn't know how much he could expect
from his goddess; he remembered her response when he looked to her for help as
Angela punished his balls. "There is no pleasure without pain," she said,
stroking his cheek. Her eyes were sad, but she spoke with conviction, and he
had no choice but to accept her words of comfort as Angela forced the Viagra
into his mouth.

As Amanda continued to tip the milk into his mouth, Michelle began sponging
his crotch, callously pushing his cock and balls out of the way as she mopped
around them, and just as roughly sponging them down themselves. She finished
up just as Amanda squeezed the last drop of Leia's precious breast milk down
Evan's throat. Amanda removed the bottle and replaced the panty gag as
Michelle put the basin and sponge away, and returned with a small bottle of
cologne. She set about applying it in strategic places all over Evan's body,
and gave him a few extra spritzes around his armpits and his crotch,
especially under and around his testicles.

"Ooh, now he smells nice!" grinned Amanda.

"Yeah, well, Tina doesn't want him to stink," shrugged Michelle. She gestured
towards the door. "Run along now, I've got something else I've got to do."

"Okay!" Amanda said brightly, and with a little good-bye wave to Evan, she
skipped out of the room. Once she was gone, Michelle made to close the door.

"I thought she'd never leave," she muttered as she closed and locked the door.
Turning, she smiled seductively at Evan. "Alone at last," she whispered.

Evan's breath caught in his throat. What was she going to do now?

As if in answer to his unspoken question, Michelle sidled up to the foot of
the bed, and her hands went to the top button of her blouse. Slowly she
unbuttoned it, one button at a time, gradually revealing her ample cleavage,
no bra in sight, and her nipples just out of sight behind the fabric of the
shirt. At last she reached the last button, and her shirt hung open, revealing
the curves of her breasts, though still not quite revealing the rest.

Evan's eyes widened and his breath quickened as she next took her forefinger
and ran it lightly up the underside of his cock, the fingers of her other hand
dancing up and down the shaft as if it were a flute. In no time Evan was fully
and completely erect (he had lost his erection somewhat during her rough
sponge-bathing of his nether regions), and anxiously awaiting what secret
pleasure Michelle had in store for him.

From the pocket of her jeans she pulled a tube of what was unmistakably
lubricant, screwed off the top, and dapped a sizeable dollop right on the head
of his penis, right on the eye. Evan's pulse pounded. Was she going to give
him a hand job? Was she going to relieve the blue balls Tina had left him
with?

But something wasn't right—Michelle's seeming look of desire had suddenly
changed to a cruel amusement as she produced a long, thin plastic tube. Too
late did Evan realize what she was doing as she inserted the catheter
painfully into his urethra, pushing it in deeper as he gripped the edges of
the mattress in agony. After what seemed like an eternity, she released his
penis, the catheter fully inserted.

"You didn't think I was actually going to pleasure you, did you, you silly
boy?" she said with a cruel laugh. She quickly buttoned up her blouse, clearly
enjoying his pain. "I'm just making sure you don't piss the bed." She turned
to leave. "I'll be back to take this out before your session with Tina this
afternoon. Oh, and I almost forgot," she said, just before she walked out the
door. She strode purposefully back to the foot of the bed, reached down,
grabbed Evan's balls, and gave them a long, sustained, painful squeeze. He bit
down hard on the panties in his mouth as she doled out her cruel punishment.
"That's to make up for Amanda's ‘niceness,'" she said as she finally let him
go. "Ta-ta."

And with that, she walked out the door, once again leaving his cock and balls
in considerable discomfort.