Enslaved by Sorority Sluts Ch. 02

Zack grunted as she continued her work, his breaths becoming more labored the tighter the thick second skin surrounded him. Almost his entire body was now encased in the lush, shiny metallic rubber. She hadn't even finished zipping it up and it was already unbearably hot. The cat suit was considerably thicker than the gimp suit he'd worn earlier and it was flattening his penis and balls against his groin. Pretty soon there would be no hint that a male resided within it's curvy confines.

"THERE!" Moxie said victoriously as she pulled the final zipper all the way closed.

"Jesus, it stings! Since when does latex hurt?!?"

"You'll get used to it, hun" Moxie said as she gave him a playful slap on the ass. "Now for the final piece!"

She sauntered off and began rummaging through a bin of latex garments. Zack stood and pivoted just in time to see her returning with an elaborate latex hood in her hands. It was the same lush, silvery color as the rest of his suit and featured holes for the eyes, nose and mouth. Each hole was outlined with a thin strip of black rubber around the edges to highlight them. Most notably, a long stream of silvery tassels dangled from the back by a single jutting rubber handle.

"This should fit" Moxie noted as she began pulling the thick hood over his face.

Zack said a silent goodbye to the feeling of fresh air on his skin. He'd been enjoying it for the last few hours and now he was being banished into latex slavery once again. Who knew when Rebecca would let him out of his latest rubber prison? As the thick latex slipped down his face and sealed his neck below, the feeling of constant tightness and warmth began spreading from the rest of his body to his head.

He couldn't help but feel like some perverted Ken doll as Moxie tugged at the rubber hood, adjusting it as she had the rest of his bodysuit. Ken? Who was he kidding? Zack wasn't going to look anything like Ken. He was being turned into some slutty fetish-wear Barbie.

"It would probably be more comfortable if we shaved your head first, but Becky didn't say anything about that, so..."

Moxie grabbed the small rubber handle sticking from the back of his head and arranged all the latex tassels so they fell down around him neatly. She then stepped back, crossed one arm below her sizable breasts and studied her work.

"Damn, sugar! You lookin like one fine piece of ass!"

Normally, Zack would be mortified, but he couldn't help but be happy that Moxie liked what she saw. There was just something about her and he couldn't take his eyes off the deep, brown pools of mud that sparkled behind her black rimmed lenses.

"Want to know a secret?" she asked as she stalked closer to Zack and placed one hand on his hip.

"Sure..." he muttered in a pained voice, his body still combating the tightness of his new suit and the weight of his additional endowments.

"When there's a big, strong man in my life... someone like Howie, but straight... I very much enjoy being put in my place. I like it when strong men top me."

Moxie slid her hand down and grabbed his right ass cheek. It was soon joined by other hand on his left flank; the beautiful belle grabbing his now expanded apple bottom from both sides and giving it a firm squeeze.

"But when I meet a cute young man like yourself... especially one who does what he's told... Well, I enjoy a very different kind of excitement."

She pressed her breasts into his firmly, her lips sealing over his. Her sweet perfume flooded his nostrils as her tongue invaded his mouth. Moxie groped him up and down, grasping fistfuls of his flesh through the thick latex and pressing her body on him aggressively. She tongued him deeply for many long moments and Zack yielded to her advances, his tongue sliding back around hers hungrily. She finally broke the kiss and stepped back, adjusting her glasses and shooting him a dazzling smile.

"Mmmm! You and I could have loads of fun. You and Becky exclusive?"

Zack's brain short circuited. The weekend just kept getting crazier and his mind, so accustomed to his humdrum nerd existence, was having a hard time keeping up.

"Uhhh. I mean, I'm Rebecca's slave, but she's already shared me with Sasha."

"Is that a fact? I think Miss Becky and I need to have a chat."

The sound of double doors bursting open could be heard in the background followed by Rebecca's boots echoing on the stone floor.

"Speak of the devil" Moxie said with a chuckle. She grabbed some tissues from the table and quickly wiped the traces of her lipstick from Zack's mouth. She grinned playfully as she balled up the evidence and tossed it into a nearby garbage can.

Rebecca was checking her phone as she strolled into view, but soon put it away. She looked up and inspected Zack's shiny, latex clad form.

"Wow. I'm impressed!" she said in genuine surprise. Her eyebrows raised as she looked Zack up and down, inspecting his curves and the faux latex hair that drooped behind his head.

"I know, right?" Moxie said proudly. "Sugar tits here turned out pretty good."

"His eyes kind of give it away though. Let's fix that."

"Want me to grab a makeup kit?"

"Way ahead of you" Rebecca answered as she began pulling a few items from her handbag.

For the next ten minutes both women were in his face, poking and prodding at him as liner, shadow, mascara and eyelash curling were applied.

"Damn Zack, I never realized what girlish eyelashes you had! I'm kind of jealous" Rebecca admitted. Both women chortled as he became increasingly uncomfortable at the compliments to his forced femininity.

The final insult came when Rebecca produced a peach toned lipstick and applied it on his lips generously. "There we go. Let's make em nice and glossy. Now purse those lips together like you're about to kiss my ass... Perfect!"

Moxie held up a mirror and Zack was shocked by what he saw. He was staring at a hot latex bitch who looked like she was about to be the star of a "gag factor" face fucking video.

"I don't know where you're taking him, but every man there is gonna want to fuck him" Moxie purred approvingly.

"There won't be any men there. The party's at AOE. He's definitely getting fucked though!" Rebecca replied with sinister glee in her voice.

"Oh my! That does sound like a good time. Shame that I'm on the clock."

"Pffft, I've got a dozen items stacked up front waiting for checkout. With the order I'm putting in Howard could close the shop for the day. He won't, but he could. Bet I could talk him into letting you out early though..."

"Would ya? I'd love to get in on this!" Moxie said enthusiastically, her eyes hungrily fixed on Zack.

"Sure, why not?" Rebecca answered, her frosty gaze settling on her dolled up bitch boy. "The more the merrier."

* * * * *

It had been two hours since they arrived at the sorority house and Zack couldn't decide what he hated more, his bound state or the waiting. They had met up with Sasha just outside the large Victorian residence a few blocks from the university campus and Zack had been very grateful, if only for a moment, to be locked in latex from head to toe.

He'd seen several students walking down the street that might have recognized him had he not been completely transformed into a curvy rubber whore. The long stares he'd received and lewd comments in the distance made him anxious, but he just kept reminding himself he was anonymous.

They had entered the building and advanced to the main hall where the party was going to be held. Rebecca had discussed her plans with Sasha and Moxie who were only too glad to help out. He'd been allowed, at first, to relax on one of the luxurious couches the hall had to offer, but that boon was tragically short lived. Sasha had gone home to retrieve some of Rebecca's toys and the other two women went to work preparing Zack for the festivities.

Zack now found himself bound over a small, sturdy table in the middle of the resplendent room. His mouth was stuffed with a thick rubber ball gag and around his neck was a leather collar that simply read "WHORE." It was chained to the end of the table so he couldn't move his head very far in any direction. Normally his chest would've been flat against the surface, but his fake breasts caused his upper torso to raise slightly, propping his face and mouth into the perfect position for whatever was coming. This also served to display his new silicone honkers through the straining silvery latex of his suit.

His now large, round ass hung off the back of the table where his legs trailed straight down into a pair of silvery high heel boots that Moxie had brought along. Mercifully, they hadn't made him walk in the heels, but Rebecca promised he'd receive that training later.

Zack's arms were sealed behind him in yet another type of arm-binder This device wasn't the harsh triangular leather pocket that Rebecca had used the night before, but a series of thick leather straps that locked his forearms together and turned his arms into a neat, bound square behind his back. It was at least as tight and uncomfortable as his overnight predicament had been.

Once his bindings were secure, Rebecca had carefully placed some kind of latex stickers on both his forehead and ass cheeks. Zack had no idea what they read, but he had plenty of time to contemplate the lewd things they might say.

Rebecca had thrown a large blanket over him in order to maintain the surprise until the time was right. Zack had been sweltering in his sticky latex suit ever since, mumbling into his gag and listening to the growing symphony of sounds around him. Having no ear holes, the hood made his hearing less than perfect, but he could still make out fresh footsteps and distinctly new voices each time one of the sorority sisters arrived.

Many had attempted to take a peek below the tent and had been chastised by Rebecca; told that the wait would be worth it. Now the background chatter was building to a critical mass and Zack could smell alcohol as drinks and refreshments were being set out. It seemed the "fun" was about to begin.

"Is this thing on?" Rebecca asked, her voice suddenly amplified as a set of speakers went live and the volume was raised.

*Tap tap tap*

"Good evening sisters! Most of you already know me, but for any of you I haven't met, my name is Rebecca Cunningham. I've been an enthusiastic member of AOE for two years and, come this spring, I hope to earn your vote for president of this sorority."

There was round of applause through the hall and a few enthusiastic whoops and yells of support, including one from Sasha.

"Thank you! Each candidate is expected to have a theme and a vision for our chapter of Alpha Omega Epsilon. Mine is simple. Let's make sororities FUN AGAIN!"

Another round of applause began and a couple more shouts of enthusiasm echoed throughout the hall.

"We already study a ton! We work more than we should. The charity efforts of AOE are legendary! So my pledge to you is not more of the same. I will not add another library or start some boring new community uplift program. My pledge is to raise the funding to add a full REC HALL to this fine sorority house."

Dozens of enthusiastic female cheers went up and the clapping grew more intense. Rebecca started making her way to the center of the room as she continued.

"And in the interest of FUN, I have a very special surprise for you tonight. A gift that each sister can enjoy to whatever degree she chooses. Ladies, I bring you, on bended knee, our arch rival, the president of Alpha Gamma Delta: MIRANDA POWERS!!"

Rebecca ripped the blanket off Zack and a series of gasps arose. The gaze of dozens of women was suddenly on his shiny, curvy, latex and leather bound form. A giant "M" sticker was fixed to his left ass cheek and a "P", likewise, adorned his right. On his forehead was an "AGD" sorority decal and just below, saliva dribbled from his puffy pink lips; stretched as they were around the red rubber ball.

"Oh my god..."

"Holy shit!"

"Is that really her? It can't be, right..."

The chatter intensified as the initial shock wore off. Rebecca gave them a few moments before speaking up again.

"You have no doubt heard the less than kind things Miranda has said about our organization. You probably also know that Miranda is the biggest skank to ever walk our campus! What you might not know is that Miranda is such a perverted, submissive slut that she's willing to be gang banged by a rival sorority."

Rebecca then motioned to Sasha who was standing by another cloth covered table near the wall. "Sasha, if you please."

Sasha pulled the cloth off to reveal a huge collection of strapons, harnesses, crops, floggers and other assorted toys. Another series of hushed gasps went up along with more than a few giggles.

Rebecca lifted the mic back to her lips, a wicked grin spreading across her face. "My sisters, Miranda has come to us tonight to atone for her sins! Let's not deny her the penance she craves. Enjoy!"

As she clicked the microphone off, a few of the sisters rushed over to Rebecca with visible concern on their faces. Zack couldn't hear what they were saying, but from what he could tell, Rebecca was assuring them that yes, of course it wasn't really Miranda and the person in the suit was a friend who was there of their own volition.

Zack couldn't help but be impressed by how devious Rebecca truly was. The other girls looked relieved. They would probably never even question the lie that was hiding behind that initial truth.

"Hello again sugar!"

Zack turned the short distance his chain allowed him to see Moxie securing the harness of a massive flesh colored strapon around her waist. Many of the women were inspecting him from afar and still deciding if they wanted to jump in, but Moxie had no such reservations. She stepped closer to Zack's face, reached around his head and started undoing the strap that held his ball gag in place. As she unbuckled it, she spoke close to his ear.

"No worries hun, I'm gonna break you in nice and easy. Just breathe and try to relax."

"Thanks" he offered quietly once she had pulled the phlegmy rubber gag from his mouth. He watched the golden haired beauty walk to the table of sex toys and trade the gag for a bottle of lube. Even though she clearly enjoyed a bit of Femdom, Moxie didn't possess the cruelty of Rebecca or the indifference of Sasha. He was grateful.

Even with a large dong strapped to her pelvis, Zack couldn't deny that she was scorching hot. There was a spring in her step and a twinkle in her eyes as she strode back to the bound slut boy, beaming at him with a sultry smile the whole way. The festivities had barely begun and it was obvious she was enjoying herself.

Moxie trailed her hand down his latex clad form as she walked past his field of vision and made her way to his backside. She seized the zipper that had been so difficult to seal just hours ago and pulled it down, revealing his waiting pucker. She applied a liberal dose of lube to her weapon, brought the tip of the fat, white strapon to his rosebud and pushed it in gently. Zack grunted as his anal walls felt the slick pressure of invading cock once again; the dildo gliding in easily as Moxie seized his fleshy, rubbery ass.

"Well damn! Look at that... Seems Becky loosened you up pretty good."

As Moxie began sliding the fat dick in and out of his defenseless hole, Zack opened his eyes just in time to see a Latina woman in a blue dress approaching him.

"Hey Miranda!"

*SMACK*

The young woman struck his face full force with her open palm, his vision rattling as his arms pulled uselessly in their restraints.

"Hope tonight is everything you hoped for, bitch!"

She was followed by an Asian woman in blue jean shorts and a tied off t-shirt who grabbed his bundle of latex "hair", lifted his face slightly and spit directly onto his forehead. Unsatisfied with her initial effort, she drew up phlegm twice more and spat thick loogies onto his rubber hood.

"Have fun you stuck up whore!"

Her thick spittle began running from the Alpha Gamma Delta logo down onto his face; smearing his makeup and running all over his latex covered cheeks.

Next up was Sasha who had already donned a purple strapon and was sliding her hand up and down the long rubbery shaft. "Love the lipstick!" she said with a wink. "Those lips look hungry for dick and I wouldn't want to disappoint them."

She seized the rubber handle that the Asian woman had just released, giving his latex tassels a playful shake as she brought the tip of the fat dildo to his lips. She looked down and watched the thick purple missile enter his mouth, his glossy, peach colored lips stretching wide and smearing some of the lipstick on her cock as she pushed it in firmly with her hips.

"Yeah, suck it good baby. Show all the ladies how bad you want it!"

He felt a sudden smack on his ass from Moxie as she began thrusting into his anal walls more quickly. Her voice purred and cooed in pleasure as she began happily settling into "domme space." Her spanks came periodically after that, but they were more playful than painful. Zack knew he wouldn't be so lucky if and when Rebecca took a turn; not to mention some of the other women who seemed happy to take out their hatred of Miranda on him.

"Deeper, slut!" Sasha yelled, grabbing the back of his head with both hands and pushing her purple monster deeper down his throat.

Zack sputtered and gagged on the fat rubber phallus, wet glomming sounds escaping from his stretched lips as Sasha began fucking his face steadily. His arms pulled uselessly on their bindings, his legs locked behind him as Moxie thrust into his ass with ever increasing vigor. Sasha laughed menacingly as she watched his hands open and close behind his back and his silvery, rubber tits jiggle below.

Some of the sisters had left the hall by now, taking their conversation elsewhere, but most of the women had stayed. Many of them were getting over their initial hesitation as they watched Moxie and Sasha spit-roast the rubberized stand-in for their hated rival. Several of them were examining the table of sex toys and making their own selections.

Zack looked to the right and left of the fat purple cock that was slamming into his slobbery maw. At the edges of his vision, he could see ever more strapon clad women watching with excitement and fascination. They stroked their latex cocks and chatted with each other as they waited their turn.

Moxie began moaning loudly and spearing her fat missile into his boy pussy rapidly. Her strong hips smacked into his body loudly with each lustful stroke; his ass starting to take a beating despite her initial gentleness. Sasha bottomed out in this throat and held his face to her pubis demandingly. She gazed down at him with casual disdain as gagging sounds bubbled from his gullet and spittle slobbered out around his puffy, pink lips.

It was then that he heard Rebecca, who had apparently snuck to his side. Her words dripped with depravity. It was the most aroused Zack had seen the cruel Dominatrix since meeting her.

"This is just the beginning you filthy bitch."

* * * * *

Zack gasped for air as a busty brunette pulled the musty black strapon from his mouth. Phlegm ran from his lips to the ground in a long trail as he gasped following a lengthy face fucking. The woman smacked his face with the dildo several times before dropping it and delivering another blow with her open palm.

"Fucking cunt!" she shouted before stalking off.

"AARRRGGHHH!"

Zack bit his tongue as he felt the sting of the leather crop on his ass for the umpteenth time. The dark skinned woman behind him had fucked his ass for a good fifteen minutes, left the cock lodged in his blown out hole and had been whipping his ass ever since. Tears ran from his eyes, making an even bigger mess of his running make up.