Enslaved by Sorority Sluts Ch. 03

"You know how to make toast, right?"

*SMACK*

Rebecca followed up the rhetorical question with a firm slap to his ass as she walked by and sat down at the kitchen table.

"Make two pieces for me, lightly buttered. Do not burn them. If I see even a speck of black, you overcooked them. Make yourself something too. We have toast, cereal, fruit, oatmeal..."

Her voice trailed off and she was already lost in a text book; presumably studying for an exam. Rebecca's smack stung, but that level of discomfort was nothing compared to what he'd experienced the last two nights. It felt almost gentle by comparison.

Rebecca had kept Zack trapped in the thick, latex bimbo suit all night. His arms were still stiff from being locked behind his back. She had fucked his sore ass with several strapons and then drifted off to sleep, but not before abusing his already raw tongue to many blissful orgasms.

She seemed to enjoy that session even more than the previous night's, gleefully reminding him that he'd been gang-banged by her entire sorority. Rebecca had mocked him endlessly, telling him he would be AOE's designated party slave and his future would be a nonstop procession of bondage, getting fucked, sucking cock and eating pussy.

It had been a long night, but Zack was grateful to be free of his bondage and freshly showered. As he stood in his boxers and opened a bag of white sandwich bread, he was thankful for the reprieve; and for the fact that he would be cut loose later that day.

Zack placed four pieces of bread in the toaster and pushed down the lever. He turned, folded his arms over his chest and leaned against the kitchen counter. The lack of light from the windows revealed it was overcast and not nearly as nice as the previous day. Rebecca was dressed in a red, long sleeve top and black leather skirt in addition to her customary leather boots. Sasha was nowhere to be seen.

"I assume Sasha is preparing for your little play date" Rebecca said suddenly, as if reading his mind. "I'll be leaving you in her care this afternoon."

"I don't have to dress like a woman again, do I?"

Rebecca set down her book, turning to him and raising an eyebrow. Her expression changed to devilish amusement as she noted Zack had a special distaste for feminization. "No, I think we'll spare you that today. The bimbo suit needs a chance to dry out anyway. You'll be wearing your regular gimp suit this afternoon."

"Awesome" Zack replied in deadpan fashion, now looking at the floor.

"You really have no idea how many men would love to be in your shoes, do you Zack?"

"That doesn't really matter when I don't want to be in these shoes, does it, Mistress Rebecca?" He spat out the second to last word like it was poison.

Rebecca noted his insolence as she returned to her book. "I'll punish you for that later. Mind the toast."

Zack turned and saw that the toast had already turned a nice, golden brown. Left any longer, they would've begun to burn. He flipped the handle up manually, collected the toast and set to buttering each slice. He then grabbed a bottled water from the refrigerator and moved to the table, setting the plate of toast down between himself and the blonde she-devil.

Rebecca set her book aside and immediately grabbed a piece, biting into it with a light crunch and drinking some of her orange juice. She offered Zack a pitying gaze as he bit into a slice as well.

"Sasha hasn't told me what she has planned for you, but knowing her it will involve at least one of her boyfriends."

Zack stopped chewing immediately. He looked up and probed her to see if he was being trolled. Sadly, her demeanor was dead serious.

"I hope you're thirsty."

* * * * *

A few hours and many painful strikes with a leather riding crop later, Zack found himself in front of Sasha's door as Rebecca knocked on it repeatedly. He was sealed neck to toe in black latex once again. The rubber costume still felt gross to put on, but at least it had a chance to dry out since Friday night. She hadn't forced him to wear a hood this time, but he was confident there was one in the bag of items Rebecca was carrying.

"Hey! Are you in there?!?" Rebecca's knocks turned to pounding as the music emanating from behind the door clued them in to Sasha's obliviousness. "Cmon Sasha! I haven't got all day!"

Finally the volume of the music lowered and they heard footsteps approach.

"Hey!" Sasha exclaimed as the door swung open. "Sorry, I was getting my groove on!"

Sasha was wearing blue short-shorts, a pink sports jersey and her usual cheerful expression. She danced a bit back and forth, showing off her moves and failing to impress her roommate.

Rebecca yanked the leather leash connected to the O-ring on Zack's collar and held it out to Sasha. Sasha went to reach for it and Rebecca immediately pulled back.

"Ground rules."

"Rules? Ughhh... seriously?" The red head pouted.

"Yes. Number one, he's to remain in his gimp suit. Number two, no permanent marks or scars. Only I'm allowed to do that."

Sasha crossed her arms under her breasts, her eyes rolling up in annoyance.

"Number three, if you allow him to cum, he must be in a submissive position and his ass must be plugged. I don't care what you use, but I'm trying to re-wire him. That's crucial. Agreed?"

Sasha dropped her arms and then reached out for the leash. "Agreed!"

"Good. Here's the items you wanted along with a hood to complete his suit." Rebecca held out the bag which Sasha took possession of along with Zack's leash.

"If you need anything, call me. I'm going out for a bit."

"I thought you needed to study?"

"I do, but I need to chill first. I'm going for a walk. Maybe I'll catch a movie. If I hang around here, I'm just going to wonder what kind of pervy shit you're doing with him. I need to clear my head."

Sasha chortled. "Feeling a little oversexed from the weekend are we?"

"Oh my god, yes! My libido won't shut off! It's only gotten worse since Friday night... Fuck! I don't even want to talk about it." Rebecca turned to Zack and delivered several stinging pats to his face. They began mild but each got a little stronger until the last was a legitimate slap. "Play nice, slut. I'll be back for you later."

She walked past him and delivered one more stinging swat to his ass with her open palm. Zack bit his tongue and winced. Rebecca's perfume swirled in and out of his nose one last time before she made her exit.

"Have fun you two!"

"Oh, we willllllllllllll" Sasha trilled as she stepped to the side and put her arms around his latex encased body. She gave his ass a firm squeeze and groped his flaccid cock through the front of his suit.

"Ow! Hey!" Zack squealed, his sore bottom still smarting from Rebecca's many harsh blows.

"Ah Ah Ah!" Sasha intoned as she slid around to his front. "No protesting! Be a good boy and I'll treat you much better than Queen Elsa does."

Zack chuckled. Even he had to admit, the main character of "Frozen" was a perfect analogy for Rebecca. He wondered if she liked or hated being referred to as an "Ice Queen." It certainly seemed to be the buzz about her on campus.

Looking around, it was striking, if not altogether surprising, how different Sasha's room was from Rebecca's. Rebecca had a much more minimalist style with sleek furniture and art deco pieces that gave her section of the condo a bit of class. The only mess in her living space was the collection of sex toys littered all over and Zack was confident that wasn't the case when she wasn't holding a submissive hostage for the weekend.

Sasha's room was much more like a typical college girl dorm; if significantly bigger. She had posters, makeshift wall art, stuffed animals, cute little mascot figurines and other assorted nonsense all over. Her room wasn't a total pig sty, but it wasn't particularly organized either. Clothes, books, arts and crafts materials, movies and other assorted junk was stacked and scattered all over.

The feisty red head turned, released his leash and strode to the Queen size bed backed up against the far wall. She dropped the bag of toys by the bedside before plopping down Indian style. She reached to one of the end tables and retrieved a large bong. Sasha ignited it with a lighter, lifted the mouthpiece to her lips and took a sizable rip. She held it in for five seconds before exhaling a cloud of wispy smoke and sighing contently.

"Ahhhh... good stuff! Want some?" she said holding the bong up.

"I'm good, thanks."

"Zack the party pooper! You know, you might enjoy yourself more if you let THC take the edge off?"

"I doubt that" he replied, crossing his latex clad arms over his gimp suited body.

"Suit yourself slut boy! Hmmm..." Sasha spread out on the bed, propping her head up with one hand while tracing her curves downward with the other. "Now what should we do?"

"You didn't plan anything?"

"Oh, I have plans, but it's not time yet. We got a half hour to kill."

Sasha thought for a few moments before her eyebrows arched upward. "I know..." She slipped off the bed and took up the bag of sex toys. After rustling through it briefly, she found the item she wanted, a pair of leather cuffs with metal buckles and a very short connecting chain and clasp.

She approached Zack with a sinister smile. "Turn around, arms behind your back."

Within moments she had each of his wrists tightly buckled into the cuffs and she connected the clasp from one cuff to the other. They were locked together behind his back and Zack could only move them apart by three or four inches.

Sasha then grabbed him by the bicep and started leading him backwards. "Walk with me."

He did as he was bade and eventually his legs reached the edge of the bed. Sasha released his arm, returned to his front and traced her finger up and down his latex suit for a good ten seconds, drinking in his bound form.

Then, very suddenly, she extended her hands and delivered a powerful shove to his shoulders. Zack toppled backward onto the bed and the leather and metal of his cuffs bit into his lower back as he landed on the soft comforter.

"You've been a very good sport this weekend. I think you deserve a treat. Would you like a treat, Zack?"

"What kind of treat?"

"Oh, you'll like this one..." she responded with a chuckle.

Sasha dipped down and rummaged through the bag once again. She popped back up with a thick butt plug in her hands and nodded towards her headboard. "Shimmy up the bed some more."

Zack began pushing himself up the soft, comforter laden surface with his legs. He rocked back and forth with his hips, dragging himself the best he could without the use of his arms.

"I thought you said I would like this?" he asked, eyeing the fat, black anal missile Sasha was holding.

"Oh ye of little faith..." Sasha chided, waiting for him to reach her pillows. "Stop!" she commanded when he'd gone far enough. She then slid onto the bed, setting the imposing sex toy aside and cozying up to Zack's lower body.

She pushed his legs back gently, unzipped his ass flap, grabbed the fat rubber invader and began pushing it directly into his pucker without hesitation.

"AHHH!! FUCK!!! At least use some lube!" His legs flailed to the sides but Sasha's body held them apart and they were completely useless with her weight on them.

"Pffffft" Sasha ignored his pleas, pushing it in steadily. "After last night? You're more than loose enough. I bet your ass doesn't even feel normal anymore without a big, fat cock in it, does it?"

"OWWWW! DAMN IT! Fuck you!"

"Now now, don't get testy" she admonished him as she she pushed the plug home and his pucker constricted around the flared base. Only the wide end piece jutted from his rosebud, his ass fully packed with slick rubber cock. "That's no way to talk to someone who's about to do you a favor."

Zack fought through the pain in his ass and lower back, sitting up slightly despite his cuffed state. "If you want to do me a favor, let me go and testify in a court of law that your roommate is a PSYCHOTIC FUCKING BITCH that likes to kidnap people and-MMMPPPHH!!!"

Before he could finish his screed, Sasha grabbed a pair of dirty panties from her hamper and shoved them in his mouth. She looked down at him with the same pitying expression Rebecca had at breakfast.

"That's not going to happen Zack, but I will do this for you..."

Her hand snaked up his left leg, moving slowly at first, but then sliding quickly to the crotch of his suit. She massaged his cock through the thick latex, working her hand up and down gently, her eyes laser focused below until she noticed a small bulge starting to form in his suit. She then turned her eyes upward to meet his, her hand never stopping its slow strokes back and forth.

Zack eyes opened wide, the foul taste of her soiled panties all but forgotten as her gentle strokes continued and his member stiffened. She stopped only to grab the zipper at his pelvis and pulled it down gently. She made eyes at him as the soft rippling sound unfurled, his rapidly rising and warming member feeling a rush of cool air as it sprung above the tight confines of his bondage suit.

Without breaking eye contact she reached down and slid her hand over his fleshy scrotum, groping it gently. She then trailed her hand over his pulsing rod before seizing it and beginning to jerk it up and down smoothly. Zack's eyes darted upward. It was the best thing he'd felt since the two crazy bitches had taken him captive. Even better than Moxie's kiss!

So lost was he in Sasha's slow, sensual handjob that he wasn't prepared for what happened next. His eyes shot open again as he felt the soft, wet walls of Sasha's mouth slip over his cock. Her lips glided downward and took his full length into her throat in one slurp. Her head began bobbing up and down slowly as Zack gasped into her moist panties, his arms pulling at their cuffs behind his back in total futility.

His legs began moving involuntarily, his body seeking an outlet for the sudden burst of euphoria he was experiencing, but Sasha pushed his legs down with both hands; her mouth never leaving his now fully engorged rod. Zack moaned loudly into her increasingly phlegmy undergarments. Her ruby red lips continued traveling up and down his shaft, the walls of her mouth and skillful tongue sucked him exquisitely. The pleasure intensified, his entire body tensing up.

'OH MY GOD YES! FUCK YES! THIS WHOLE WEEKEND WAS WORTH IT!!!'

And then, her mouth was gone.

*UUUMMMMPPPHHH*

Zack's vision went red and horrendous pain shot through his body as Sasha's fist collided with his balls. He yelled into the disgusting gag and his body attempted to roll sideways, but Sasha stubbornly blocked him. She cackled in glee before reaching down and giving his cock three stinging swats.

"You thought I was going to let you cum? You stupid FUCK!"

She punctuated the last word with one more shot to his scrotum. Sasha then reached up to his chest and gave both of his nipples a stern pinch and twist through the latex of his suit. She laughed as Zack's eyes watered and he coughed into her panties. His body rocked from side to side, attempting to find an outlet for his sudden anguish, but finding nowhere to go while the cruel redhead remained fixed between his legs.

Sasha zipped up his crotch flap, sealing his bruised balls and aching member under the restrictive rubber. She began to play with his nipples some more, but the unmistakable sound of a doorbell echoed throughout the condo.

"Oh shit! Trevor's early!"

The pain was still ebbing through him, but the realization of the peril he was in brought Zack to reality.

"On your side!" she yelled impatiently, backing out from between his legs.

Zack rolled over gingerly. He felt Sasha at his leather cuffs, unlocking the clasp that held them together.

"Get up! Now!"

He half-fell off the bed, picking himself up slowly as Sasha grabbed the bag of sex toys and made her way back to him. She grabbed his leash and spoke hurriedly.

"Listen to me carefully. You're going to get in the closet, sit down, and be VERY QUIET until Trevor leaves. If you make any sound, there's a good chance he will beat the living shit out of you! GOT IT?!?"

Zack nodded, the edge of her panties still hanging from his mouth.

"Good! MOVE!"

She yanked on his leash, run-walking to the large closet opposite her bed. She opened the doors and kicked some boxes and luggage out of the way; creating a space big enough for him to sit in. Sasha pulled his leash again, guiding him into place and pushing his shoulders down.

Zack let out another grunt of pain as his ass hit the floor. It jolted the fat plug into his sphincter as far as it would possibly go. Sasha dropped his leash and placed the bag of toys beside him.

"Remember. Silence!" she reminded him as she began to close the doors. "Oh, and Zack... Enjoy the show!" She gave him a wink before sealing it shut and scampering off to answer the door.

Within moments Zack could hear the two chatting in the distance, but he was more focused on his pain. The throbbing ache in his now flaccid cock and beaten balls was starting to lessen, but at the moment it still racked him. After some effort, he managed to push her soaking wet panties out of his mouth as he coped with the discomfort in his lower body.

The sadistic bitch had come within moments of giving him one good experience this weekend and then yanked it away. Zack began to wonder if all spoiled rich girls turned out this bad or if his terrible luck had saddled him with the two most evil co-eds on the planet.

He didn't have long to ponder as the voices of Sasha and Trevor grew closer until the pair entered the room. Zack didn't have a perfect view through the slatted wooden panels that made up the closet doors, but he could see most of the room though the thin, dark layers of obstruction.

"Sorry for making you wait! I was picking up a little."

"You were? This place is a mess."

"Hey! Be nice!" Sasha chided him, giving his chest a little poke.

"Just teasing!" he replied, raising his arms in mock surrender. "I take it back. You're not messy, you're... chaotic. You have the soul of an artist!"

Sasha rolled her eyes. "Just take your clothes off."

Trevor didn't need to be told twice. He flashed her a knowing grin and started removing his jacket and pants.

He was pretty much exactly what Zack had guessed. Tall, dark, handsome and dumb as a brick. His jacket marked him as a member of the football team. Probably a quarterback or kicker. Zack didn't pay enough attention to college sports to know for sure.

"Just so you know, this is gonna be a quickie. Something came up and I have to leave here in like half an hour."

"Oh?" Trevor responded as he kicked off his shoes and removed his socks.

"Nothing big, just need to help one of the girls with a project."

"You're ditching me for school work?"

"Yeah, school! You know, the thing we're here for?"

"Pffft, speak for yourself. I'm here to play football and practice for my backup career."

"Backup career? And what would that be?"

"Isn't it obvious? Porn!"

Sasha groaned, his combination of crudeness and simplicity being too much even for her. "You're lucky you're handsome, because you are SUCH a dork!"

Trevor pulled his shirt off and tossed it on the floor. "Yeah, yeah. Come here and kiss the dork, then."

Sasha followed suit, pulling her pink jersey off and tossing it aside. She embraced him eagerly and they began kissing long and full as they helped each other remove what was left of their clothes. It didn't take long for Trevor's cock to respond. He wasn't gargantuan by any means but he had a solid seven inches of manhood standing at attention.