We're Just a Crazy Bunch of Girls

Postby Saphira » Sun Oct 23, 2011 12:56 pm

“Where are my shoes?!” was the scream I heard above the chaos of my sorority sisters as we all got ready for a social mixer. Too many bodies were vying for space in the crowded hallway, so I moved into the bathroom to get out of the way. Seven girls were crowded in front of the long mirror in various states of readiness, and all of the electrical outlets were jammed full of curling irons and straighteners. There was a cloud of hairspray hanging above us, and makeup products were scattered across the counter. I sighed. I didn’t know how we ever managed to get anywhere on time, but we pulled through in the end. I looked over to see one person throwing aside pairs of heels, apparently searching for the ones that would work just right. I went over to help her, and we found them shortly afterwards. I ventured back out into the hallway, and I heard different genres of music blasting from the bedrooms on this floor of the house. I walked towards the room occupied by my Big, but before I got there, someone tapped me on the shoulder. I turned to see my house mom, and she said that someone was waiting for me downstairs. I wondered who it could possibly be since we were meeting everyone at the event, but I slid through the throng of half-dressed girls, and went downstairs to the front foyer. Looking over the railing, I saw him standing by the door. I could tell he was amused by the variety of activities in which we were occupied. One girl was on her phone, arguing with someone about a nightclub, and a few others were over on the couch, laughing about whatever topic they were discussing. And then he heard the commotion that carried down from upstairs, of course.
I went to greet him. He hadn’t mentioned that he was arriving, so I asked what I could do for him. He said that was passing through campus for the night, and was wondering if I would be available to get together. I motioned to everyone around me, and said that I was booked for a couple of hours, but could possibly do something later. At that moment, one of my sisters came up behind me. “Ohh, a boy!” she said excitedly. It wasn’t exactly a rare occurrence to see a male around here, but with 120 girls, it sure was a pleasant sight when it happened. Others started to corral around us as they noticed him, and they all started to smile and ask inappropriate questions. I rolled my eyes, but he chuckled and said that maybe he’d stop by another day. “Aw, no, c’mon, please stay” I said. Yeah, stay, the others chorused around me. He looked wary, but then things started to get physical. “I think we should take him upstairs,” one girl suggested as she stroked his arm. “Yeah, let’s have some fun,” another said as she hip bumped him. He looked a bit confused, but also entertained. Alas, he said that he should probably leave. Everyone moaned and looked saddened, but that gave me an idea. I grabbed his hand, and pulled him towards the stairs. “I really think that you should stay, we won’t be gone long,” I said. The others filed in behind us and agreed. “I just don’t think you have a choice with this many people against you. We might have to force you to stay,” I stated as I winked at him.
His eyes narrowed, but we were already at the bottom of the stairs. The others started to push us, and he looked nervous as we journeyed up. The other girls who had finished getting ready spotted our group, and they laughed as we walked into a room. “Get him!” one screamed from down the hallway, and that did it. We tackled him to the ground, and immediately started to strip him of his clothes. He yelled, but his voice was nearly drowned out by the excited shrieks of my sisters. As his shirt went up, dozens of hands began to tickle his stomach, and he writhed back and forth. One girl held down his arms, and another got his legs. The tickling continued down to his waist, and his body arched as his jeans were undone. His thighs were grabbed, and his shoes were ripped off as the bottoms of his feet were soon subjected to the tickle torture. It was almost too easy. There had to be at least eight of us surrounding him down on the floor, and we all had a separate part of his body. He begged for us to stop, and he showed me his pleading eyes, but I just smiled and paid no attention to him. However, as the waistband of his boxers began to move lower, I had an idea. “Ladies!” I shouted above the ruckus. They all stopped laughing and looked up at me for a second, but kept their hands in place. “We need to keep this classy,” I said. “No need for him to think he’s in a twelve-some where we all pleasure him to his wit’s end.” A few of them giggled, and tickled his neck and smacked his thighs as he squirmed uncomfortably. “We’ll take it one-by-one and see who can humiliate him the most. The first person will do something, and then we’ll build upon the previous sister’s work until we’re all done.” Many of them nodded their heads and high-fived at that thought, and I looked down to see him glancing from person to person, perhaps judging us on what he thought we would do. As the volume of voices increased, we all grew silent at the sound of a loud ripping. We looked towards the door to see someone holding a thick roll of gray, heavy duty duct tape stretched between her hands. “How much time do we have?” she asked as she eyed him carefully. “About 20 minutes,” another answered. The tape girl looked at me, and I looked down at him. I smiled, and said “Well then we have no time to waste”, and so it began as we all saw the dread in his eyes.
"So here’s your song, it's twisting me; I'd give anything to make you scream" -Mayday Parade

Re: We're Just a Crazy Bunch of Girls

Postby xtc » Sun Oct 23, 2011 1:42 pm

A plea: the entertaimnet you certainly provide (I know, I'm a traitor to malekind) would be enhanced if we could have a break between paragraphs.
Nevertheless, thank you for the entertainment.
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!

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Re: We're Just a Crazy Bunch of Girls

Postby Saphira » Sun Oct 23, 2011 5:00 pm

We all pulled him upright, and got a good look at him. Some girls ran out of the room giggling, possibly to go get supplies. We decided that the first girl would get the chance to place him in a tie-up position, and the rest of us would follow after that. They voted that since I knew him best, I would get to choose the line-up of girls, and since there were only 20 minutes to spare, I’d have to pick the best and smartest. I let my Big decide the tie-up, so we left her with the tape, and filed out of the room. We all started to loudly converse over possible ideas, and I did my best to choose the girls who I knew wouldn’t be shy when it came to humiliation. After a minute or two, my Big came out with a huge grin on her face, and in went the next one. We were smiling at the idea of our fun game, and some of the sisters had to be reminded that they were actually preparing for an event as well, so they hurried off to finish up. Each girl only got a little over a minute and some carried in plastic bags filled with various torture devices. If someone was taking too long, we’d all bang on the door and walls telling her to hurry.

I left myself for last, so I watched everyone enter and exit with various degrees of laughter when they were done. There was one girl left in front of me when our house mom came up to tell us that it was time to leave. We all looked at each other, wondering what to do. “Just leave him,” one said. “It’s not like he’s going anywhere soon.” The girls who had already seen him immediately cracked up, and I was intrigued as to what they had done. Our house mom gave all of us a look, but said nothing else as the majority of the sorority went out to their cars. The girl in front of me ended her turn, and it was finally my chance to torture. A few sisters said that they would wait for me, so in I went.

I hadn’t been in the room for more than five seconds before I was already bent over laughing. What had they done? My Big had secured his hands to the bottom of a bed that was lofted, so they were held above his head. His feet were spread far apart with each one connected to separate ends of that bed so that his lower region was extremely vulnerable. But that wasn’t even close to the best part. I looked him over from head to toe. His hair was gelled into tall spikes which stood straight up, making him look like he was electrified. A few of the spikes were adorned with bow ties, and someone had managed to squeeze in a small pink headband. His face looked terrible. It was completely powdered over, making him look like a ghost, and his lips were a bright firetruck red color. Someone had hurriedly drawn on Gene Simmons’ eye art from his KISS days, but it looked more like random black triangles coming off his eyes in every direction. A pearl necklace had been placed around his neck. Duct tape X’s were placed over each of his nipples, and the skin around them had been pinched together with clothes pins. His arms and legs were all completely shaved, and someone had quickly painted all 20 of his nails, so some polish had spilled over the sides of his fingers and toes. Various crude designs were drawn up his legs, and I was thoroughly amused with one that said “Pull my fingerdick” with an arrow pointing toward his cock.

That region happened to be very exposed. His boxers were still on, but the bottoms had been cut very high up so that they looked like booty shorts. His cock was sticking straight out, and someone had used what looked like markers to color the top in rainbow stripes. His pubic hair was also wrapped into two ponytail holders so that it vaguely looked like pigtails. I was speechless. I didn’t know what to say, but I found an inner source of pride for my sisters and what they had accomplished. He looked like he was going to be sick, and his eyes showed a lot of defeat and embarrassment. A loud knock broke me out of my gaze. “We have to go!” a muffled voice said through the door. I said that I’d be there in one minute, and I looked around the room for a final touch that I could add. A desk was filled with various clips, and I found four heavy duty ones. I reached around him, and clipped two on each side of his ass. One set went where it curved down to connect to his legs, and another set went horizontally right in the middle. I grabbed a large amount of skin for each one, and he gasped as they tightly clamped down. I smacked his ass before facing him and smiling. I gave him a pat on his cheek and said that we’d be back in a bit to show him off to the general public, and I left without saying another word. He had a long night ahead of him, that was for sure.
"So here’s your song, it's twisting me; I'd give anything to make you scream" -Mayday Parade

Re: We're Just a Crazy Bunch of Girls

Postby xtc » Sun Oct 23, 2011 5:06 pm

Thank you for the paragraph spacings.
I shall give your work more sensible cosideration tomorrow as it is now gone 02:00 and even the wonderful Ivor Cutler can't keep me awake much longer.
Wassail!
Xtc
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!

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Re: We're Just a Crazy Bunch of Girls

Postby lonewolfandfriends » Sun Oct 23, 2011 6:06 pm

Great story
Like the new avatar it looks just like the dragon in the book I recently read called Eragon.

Re: We're Just a Crazy Bunch of Girls

Postby Chase Ricks » Sun Oct 23, 2011 11:23 pm

It is the same dragon who also is named Saphira too. Great story so far.
From whence I came and whence I went heaven said I was too evil and sent me to hell. Demons and devils succeeded in breaking my soul.

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Re: We're Just a Crazy Bunch of Girls

Postby Saphira » Mon Oct 24, 2011 6:23 am

Yeah, it is, Shane. And thanks everyone!

We all drove off to our social mixer, chattering excitedly about what had just happened and what was to come in the future. The mixer itself was predictable. People drank too much, the frat guys got a little too wild, and some girls decided that it’d be a good idea get up on tables and start dancing. It was nothing new to me. But either way, my thoughts weren’t with my sisters, they were back in the bedroom with him. I wondered how he was holding up under his bonds. My house mom had said that she would watch over him, and I smiled at that idea. I couldn’t imagine what she would do if he did end up escaping. A few of the girls noticed that I wasn’t as involved in the party as I usually was, and they inquired if something was wrong. I told them my situation, and they smiled as well. It was then that four of us decided to leave early and go get him ready for his big show. We slipped out unnoticed and hurried away as we returned to our captured slave.

The sun had fully set as we walked up the stone path, and we laughed at our clumsy selves as we tripped and stumbled. Our house mom met us in the foyer and asked why we were back so early. We explained that it wasn’t the best mixer ever, and we had an idea for a better time anyway. We walked up the steps, and opened the door. He was still standing there in his restrained position, and his head lolled down to his chest, possibly in an attempt to get comfortable. He lifted it as he heard us enter, and shuffled around due to his anxiety at our wicked smiles. We went up and decided to stroke him in various places. One girl took the clips off of his ass and began to place them along the sides of his torso. He winced as they snapped down, and she giggled. Another jumped up on him and wrapped her legs around his waist. She started to grind into him and he moaned as we all let out raunchy jokes and cheered her on. As soon as she got down, I grabbed a pair of scissors and cut the tape around his ankles. Leaving his arms connected to the top bunk, I lifted his legs and placed them on my shoulders so that my head was very near his crotch. I moaned and smiled as I told him what lovely talents he possessed. I gave him a nice “rawr” and opened my mouth as my tongue did a slow loop around my lips while my hands rubbed his inner thighs. He cussed as his cock became rigid and stuck straight up. The others squealed and ran to open desk drawers. They pulled out glow sticks from a neon rave that we had held recently, and they connected the ends so that each one formed a circle. Each one took turns trying to throw them around his cock, and whenever they succeeded in getting a “ringer” they’d jump up and down and cause him to blush through his makeup.

After a few rounds of that, I set his legs back down. The rest of the sisters would be getting back soon, and we needed to get him outside. Two of the girls went to get the chair and lights ready. We were going to set the chair right by the sidewalk and stretch mini spotlights down to him so that he would shine and everyone would be able to see him in full view. Once they signaled to us that it was ready, I grabbed his legs again as his arms were freed. He immediately tried to twist and flip over so that he could run, but there were enough of us in the room to hold him down and force him to behave. We gave him some smacks and threatened him with more makeup, so he quieted down. We carried him down the stairs and out into the night. There was some more duct tape waiting for us as well, so once we sat him down, we wrapped him up nice and tight. The tape went around his chest, and we created a large enough space to write something. We pondered what would sound right, and came up with the unoriginal “Circus Freak”. We wrote it in in a large red Sharpie, and made sure that it shone well. The lights were on, and they highlighted his entire profile. Some cars drove by and guys wolf whistled as they saw him sitting there. We laughed, and then we heard it. The loud talking and ecstatic laughing of sorority girls after a social event. They were on their way, and the fun was about to really begin.
"So here’s your song, it's twisting me; I'd give anything to make you scream" -Mayday Parade

Re: We're Just a Crazy Bunch of Girls

Postby Chase Ricks » Mon Oct 24, 2011 6:36 am

A bookworm I would not be if I forgot the names of main characters. Great chapter.
From whence I came and whence I went heaven said I was too evil and sent me to hell. Demons and devils succeeded in breaking my soul.

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Re: We're Just a Crazy Bunch of Girls

Postby Saphira » Mon Oct 24, 2011 3:06 pm

As they rounded the corner, they saw the group of us surrounding him. Some immediately started to scurry along faster, while others hung back and laughed. The ones who reached him first started hooting and hollering and loudly carrying on in their inebriated states. A few ran up to sit in his lap, and they giggled as they sat on his rainbow colored cock. His hands were wrapped next to his body, but I saw him clench his fists a few times. Some girls had gone into the house, and when they returned, two of them were holding silly string guns. They sprayed it all over him, and when it landed in his hair, it strung through the spikes like a spiderweb. One girl had retrieved a giant water gun. It was filled to the brim, and she took aim. “X marks the spot!” she said as she launched the water at his taped nipples. It was a harsh, fast stream, and he winced as it hit him in those sensitive places.

A nicely sized group had gathered outside, and it seemed like more were on their way. The girl with the water gun aimed it at his cock next, and the water washed away all of the marker stripes. However, it did make him look like he wet his pants, and the girls cooed about how the baby hadn’t been potty trained yet. His face was still white, but I was sure that underneath it, he was bright red. It was just then that one of our best drag queens came strutting up. He took one look at our tied man, and then shrieked and reached for his lipstick. He put on a fresh layer, and sauntered over to my guy’s side. He crouched down and planted a huge kiss on each of his cheeks. The girls started to gasp and clap as they viewed the lip marks that were left, and I saw a few camera flashes go off. Our captive started to moan and he tried to twist away, but his body was too secure. The drag queen gave us a wave, and an “I’ll see you later” to the guy before departing.

Some girls had located some whipped cream, and were now releasing it all down his thighs to make him look a little too happy, if you know what I mean. One placed a bandana over his eyes, so that he was now blind, and I saw a bag of food behind her. She sat on his lap and shoved a long carrot in and out of his mouth. He winced away from it a few times, and gagged once as she went too far, but didn’t get the chance to say anything. She joked about him liking the feel of ridges in his mouth, and we all laughed and facepalmed ourselves. I heard music start to play from the second floor, and everyone started to dance around and spray the silly string and water everywhere, even at each other. I decided that it was my turn to be with him, and I walked over, keeping the bandana over his eyes. I gave him a nice lap dance to the rhythm of the music, and when I felt his cock grow hard, I turned around and grabbed it, using it as a microphone to sing along. A few other girls joined me, and I could feel him squirm around as they got too close.

When we had had our fun for the night, we determined that it was time to shower him up and let him go. We undid the bandana and tape around him, making sure to drag it really slowly across his skin so that it hurt more. We then lifted him up above our heads and carried him into the bathroom. We dropped him by the drain, and reached for the handle. We changed the temperature from cold to hot very frequently so that he was always gasping and trying to get out of the water. Once his face was bare, and his hair was back to normal, we gave him a towel. But as a final measure of torture, we didn’t let him put on his clothes. We sent him out the door wrapped in just that pink fluffy towel, and told him to come back another day if he dared. He sent me a weary, defeated look, but then turned away and started walking. The music volume got louder, and we all sang out “Ohh, girls just wanna have fun!!”, and then closed the door, laughing and congratulating each other on a night well spent.

The End.
"So here’s your song, it's twisting me; I'd give anything to make you scream" -Mayday Parade

Re: We're Just a Crazy Bunch of Girls

Postby Chase Ricks » Mon Oct 24, 2011 10:14 pm

Good story. Look forward to your next one.
From whence I came and whence I went heaven said I was too evil and sent me to hell. Demons and devils succeeded in breaking my soul.

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