encounter with a sorority

[pqrstuv]

This is my first story.

Well, here you go.

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As I lay prone on the sidewalk, I hear many distant voices growing closer. As I stare up at the snow-covered trees, I wondered why I decided to push my limits in the first place- I knew I couldn't run over six miles. It was winter, for one. Had I collapsed in a more isolated place, I could really be in trouble. I was absolutely exhausted, for the second. I could easily be pickpocketed and not even be able to cry for help. Fortunately, quite a group of people seemed to be coming ever closer, and I hoped that they would find me.

“Yeah, it’s the truth! And apparently, if we don’t, we don’t get to become members… we can’t pass rush…”

Oh lord. It was a sorority. They would end up helping me, I knew that. But they were highly unlikely to refrain from having a bit of fun with me, first. After all, I was barely into college myself. They’d probably tickle me until I passed out…

“Well, well, well! Look what we’ve got here! Do you need some help, sir?”

“What are you calling him that for?”
“He’s our age!”
“Maybe we should have a bit of fun with him first!”

I felt a cold sneaker on my face. Soon, I felt dozens of feet across my entire body; they were trampling me! One of them complained that her feet were cold during this time of winter, and so took off her sneakers and warmed her feet- by rubbing them on my face. She shoved her sweaty foot, encased in knee-high socks, down my throat numerous times. I realized that the others, who were trampling me earlier, were now tying my limbs with restraints. I immediately tried to struggle- but one of them was standing on my stomach, preventing me from moving. As soon as she saw my attempt to escape, she brought her foot down on my balls. I immediately recoiled, and tried to scream, but the other girl had taken off her sock and gagged me with it. The girl on my stomach had taken this recoil as another escape attempt, and brought her foot down again. I lay there in agony, and now with the wisdom not to move, as they finished securing my restraints. Finally, the girl took her last sock and blindfolded me with it.

As I lay there helpless, and physically exhausted, I closed my eyes out of sheer fatigue- not that it mattered. I could feel myself being lifted up and thrown into the trunk of a nearby car...

I woke up tied to a chair in the middle of a large dining room.

"Since you like to roll around on the ground like a dog, you get to eat like a dog, too!"

My chair was kicked forward from behind, sending me face-first into the mahogany floor. As I tried to control my bloody nose, somebody lifted my face up and shoved a bowl of dog food underneath it.

"Eat it!"

"What the hell just happened?" I thought.

Someone must have sensed my thought to resist, as the next thing I felt was my shirt breaking apart. Immediately after, I felt the bitter sting of a whip bruise my flesh.

"If you're not hungry, we have plenty of other things for you to do!"

In a daze, I began to eat what had been presented for me.


I would like to take a moment to relate the benefits of dog food. It is crunchy, nutritious, and not entirely awful. In fact, not only does it remind me of cereal, it is actually more filling. I could feel the kibbles and bits just wiping away the tartar on my teeth. I could really notice the special breath control neutralizer that they had introduced to the food. I realized that this would make me lean, healthy, strong, and able to play Frisbee with my owner for hours on end. Indeed, some additaon lbenieft os.........



I woke up yet again. Someone had cleaned my bloody nose...

"We drugged the food..."

I was very groggy, and could barely detect my surroundings...

"...a challenge that we give to our new rush members every year..."

I vaguely remember being kidnapped after my run... where the hell was I, again?

"...and then, if they succeed, we keep them- as our slaves."

A sorority. They had kidnapped me and forced me to eat dog food. Which, apparently, was drugged.

"...missing report is issued, and the person is considered dead. Usually, all the investigations and media coverage just- disappear, after about a month or so..."

They made me eat dog food! What the hell!!

An Asian member walked into my field of vision. I was in a basement. It was nice however, and seemed to have recently been furnished. Indeed, below my very feet (who had removed my shoes? and my pants? my shirt? I was only wearing my boxers!) was a new, smooth carpet.

"Did you enjoy your dinner, dog?" She asked, a hint of her native accent present.

"Yes, it was very good. However, it could have used a little more spice; I'm not sure you'll win many cooking competitions that way-"

I was interrupted by a slap to the face that knocked me to the floor. I wasn't tied to a chair this time, and so I lay sprawled on the carpet. She quickly closed distance with me and placed her foot over my throat.

"You think is a joke?"

She started yelling at me in Chinese, increasing the pressure of her foot on my throat the whole time.

"We've been generous to you so far; I think it's time we show you what the rest of your life is really gonna be like."

[Aramis]

Great start! Like the Asian throat foot press too!

[toejam]

wow good story line will he stay there forever or will a girl finaly take him with her when she graduates

[pqrstuv]

Thank you!

I don't know how the story is gonna work out yet... I'm just taking it as it comes.
Maybe he will be given to her to keep as a graduation present by the sorority :)

[pqrstuv]

I choked as the pressure of her foot on my throat increased to a threshold. I was still weak from my run and the drugged food. I could barely move, let alone save myself. As I looked up the smooth, muscular legs of this girl, on the brink of passing out, we made eye contact.

"My name's Elizabeth. Your new goddess."

I went unconscious under her foot.

I awoke in a dark, unfurnished room. I had nothing but my boxer shorts. There were two coarse ropes tied around each of my wrists, attached to the ceiling. They were at a calculated length- I could just barely sink to a kneeling position with my arms raised, but no further. I couldn’t lay down, or do anything short of kneel on the floor if I got tired. I looked around hopelessly. Everything I had experienced so far indicated that everything after my abduction had been planned well beforehand.

I immediately stiffened with tension as I heard the footsteps of high heels walk towards me. I panicked, and began to scream for help. The first thing I heard, however, was the crack of a whip on my back. Once. Twice. Three times. I cried out as my eyes began to water.

“This room is soundproof, my slave. It is what we call ‘the dungeon’. This level is below even our basement,” some girl said… it sounded like the Asian girl Elizabeth! What the hell was that bitch thinking?

She continued, walking into my field of vision, “As long as you are a good boy and obey all of my rules, I won’t have to –punish- you,” she said, gripping my balls with her iron hand, and squeezing upon the word ‘punish’.

“Unless, of course, I feel like it. Is that clear?” Elizabeth said, still not releasing her hand.
“Yes,” I gasped.

I felt an agonizing pain yet again as she kicked me in the balls with the very tip of her high heel. I sank to my knees, painfully, gasping.

“Yes what?” the bitch asked harshly.

“I don’t- I don’t-” she kicked me again, even harder this time.
“Yes, Goddess Elizabeth!” I groaned.

“Good boy,” Goddess Elizabeth said, patting me on the head and smiling.

She extended her perfect leg towards me.
“Do you want it?” my Goddess asked.

“Yes!”

She slapped me across the face until I started bleeding.

“Too bad. You haven’t yet earned the right to worship your goddess. To see if you are ready to take that step forward, you may kiss the ground I walk on. NOW!” she said.

I tried to reach the ground, but I couldn’t! The ropes wouldn’t allow me to, short from ripping both of my arms off! I tried, and tried, but could not reach! My Goddess just laughed at me.

“Well, well, well, looks like you aren’t ready to take that next step. Unless you’d like me to get rid of those arms for you,” she said, smirking.

[Aramis]

Wow sounds great, just please don't get so graphic as to cut his arms off! Thanks for yor work, and also for keeping the Asian domina sororotiy sister in the story. She sounds really good!

[Moonboy]

Nice story.

[pqrstuv]

Thank you! I'll write more when I have time!

[centius]

Can I enroll at that school? :)

[bayou_bottom]

Thanks for the story cant wait to hear more