Enslaved By Sorority Sluts Ch 02

*smack smack smack*

The slaps to the face which awoke Zack were light ones only because Rebecca couldn't utilize her full strength. He was still trapped under the covers where he'd spent the entire night roasting in his sweaty latex prison. The hot and sticky gimp suit had become a second skin, glued to his entire body and immobilizing him just below Rebecca's pungent sex. She had woken several times and put his tongue to work; enjoying orgasms throughout the night before drifting off to sadistic dreams of even more kinky play.

The soreness pulsing in Zack's arms was brutal. They had been locked in the cruel leather arm binder all night and the spreader bar keeping his legs apart was no more comfortable. The stiffness in all four limbs was a nasty reality to wake up to; even more-so than the blows to his face.

Rebecca tore the covers off and Zack's lungs inhaled fresh, cool oxygen for the first time in hours. The invigorating air hardly offset his thorough bondage and gross predicament, though. Nor would the sense of relief last for long.

*SMACK*

Now able to wind her hand back and clearly see her target, Rebecca delivered a much stronger, more painful swat to Zack's face.

"Wakey wakey! Eggs and bakey!"

Rebecca slid off the bed with mischief glowing in her hazel eyes. Her long, blonde hair was a mess and her room looked like a sex supply store had exploded. Dildos, floggers, fetish clothing and bottles of lubricant were strewn all over the place, but she was in no hurry to straighten up.

"Well, eggs and bakey

later

for you.

Cock

first!" she said with a grin.

Zack knew better than to speak up, but the stiffness in his arms overrode his better judgment.

"Please Mistress, at least take the binder off! I can barely feel my fingers!"

Rebecca, who had been on the way to the bathroom, stopped in her tracks and sighed. She quickly crossed to one of her dressers, extracted two pairs of her satin panties and walked back to the bed. She stood just to Zack's side and began wiping them all over pussy and then up and down her ass crack. She then wadded up one pair before grabbing Zack by the hair and shoving it in his mouth.

"HMMMPPPHHHAALLLLUMMMMMPPPHHHH!!"

As he sputtered on them and her taste and smell began overwhelming his senses, she pulled the other pair over his head. She positioned the back of the purple satin garment over his face, trapping the first pair in his mouth snugly. Zack's nose filled with her ripe scent, a combination of sweat and musky sex that lingered after a long night of domination in her latex suit.

"You don't speak unless I tell you to! If you ever speak out of turn, you better have something really fucking important to tell me! If not, you'll be punished. That's how this relationship works!

Got it, bitch

?!?"

*SMACK

*

Another strong slap connected with his face. Zack could only gag on her soiled undergarments as his face turned crimson and his cheek radiated a sharp, searing ache.

He could hear footsteps as she walked to the bathroom and then a long stream of piss as Rebecca relieved herself. A few moments later she re-entered the room and Zack could feel cool air on his ass cheeks as she pulled down the zipper to his back passage. He moaned into the wet panties as she grabbed the giant, black dong by the balls and pulled it free from his tightly packed ass. The sense of sudden relief was overwhelming. His sphincter slowly shrunk back to something resembling a normal diameter.

Zack then heard the clanking of metal and the stretching sounds of rubber on leather as Rebecca inserted the massive cock into her strapon harness and buckled it around her waist. She took a few moments to make sure it was properly adjusted and then positioned herself behind Zack before grabbing his hips firmly.

His eyes flew open to their widest circumference and Zack howled into his gag as Rebecca drove the massive cock home in one hungry thrust. She wasted no time, her hips withdrawing the fat rubber tool almost all the way and then driving it balls deep in his ass. The girthy rubber schlong and his stretched pucker were still well lubed from the night before and Rebecca had no difficulty increasing her pace to a steady fucking rhythm.

"YEAH!! Ten inches right up your slutty hole! You like that bitch?!? This is the perfect morning workout for me! Welcome to your new routine,

WHORE

! Daily anal training! Where the cocks just keep getting bigger and bigger..."

Rebecca increased her pace, fucking him more aggressively as she grunted, moaned and drove the impossibly thick cock deep into his bowels. After a few minutes she released his flanks and grabbed the straps of his arm-binder with one hand. Zack felt the binder pull his shoulders backward and his torso began to lift off the bed. As Rebecca leaned back, the thick leather of his bondage creaked and tightened around his body.

Zack was jolted forward with each thrust of her hips and pulled back by the harsh leather arm-binder each time. He was nothing but a latex fuck doll being yanked back and pounded forward. Rebecca held his bindings like water ski handles as she fucked him powerfully. She smacked his ass with her free hand, laughing cruelly as she plowed him long and hard, the enormous cock slurping in and out of his well stretched hole.

Zack lost track of time as his cruel Mistress pummeled his ass endlessly. All he could do was groan into the soggy, satin gag and take her fat dick as wet slapping sounds filled the room. After a while the rubber base of the strapon began stroking Rebecca's engorged clit in just the right way. After many long minutes of rutting her slave, she wailed out her climax and released his arm binder. Zack's face and torso smacked into the mattress as his Domina pulled out of his savaged pucker with a wet slurch.

Rebecca stood behind him for a time, groping her own body up and down and enjoying the pleasurable waves of female climax. A few moments later she let out a contented sigh and unbuckled her harness. Her strapon hit the floor with a dull thud and she approached her bound slut again, reaching into his suit and inspecting his equipment. His cock was semi-hard at best and only a small bit of pre-cum had leaked from the tip during her extended assault on his back passage.

"Hmmm... disappointing. I was hoping you'd cum by now. Not that you deserve an orgasm, but if you're ever allowed to cum again, it will be from getting fucked in the ass. It seems you're going to need some special training."

Zack had no idea what that meant, but he already hated the sound of it. His panty filled mouth muttered an indecipherable protest; his eyes still blind to anything but purple satin. Rebecca ignored him.

"Alright slut, which do you want first, the good news or the bad news?"

"AAAGOOOOOOOMMNUUUUUU."

"The good news is you're finally getting out of that suit for a while. You get to clean yourself up and then we'll get some breakfast. What do you say to that?"

"THAAAANNNNYUUUUUUMMIIITTHHHREEETHHH."

"That's a good little bitch! Now for the bad news..." she continued as she began unbuckling the straps of his arm-binder "You won't be free for long and it's going to be a

very

long night for you. I've decided to bring you to the party. After we go on a little field trip that is..."

* * * * *

It was an hour later and Zack found himself in the kitchen of the two crazy sorority chicks who had upended his life. Daylight was beaming through the windows on a beautiful Saturday morning and the lovely aroma of pancake batter hung in the air.

He almost felt normal again after a long shower, though the smell of rubber clung to his skin strongly even after all the soap and body wash. As Zack sniffed his arm, he wondered if his body would ever smell normal again. The strong aches in his ass and arms reminded him that he was a million miles from his old life. It was amazing how much could change in just over twelve hours.

Sasha was wearing a pale blue sundress with floral patterns that showed off her curves nicely. As she poured pancakes and flipped them over the griddle, Zack could hardly believe he was looking at the same woman who had been so crazed and demanding the night before. Rebecca, likewise, was across the kitchen table from him wearing a light pink blouse, jeans and leather boots.

For his part, Zack had been given the v-neck t-shirt and dark blue slacks he had worn to the club the night before. Anyone walking into the room would never have guessed the three of them had been involved in hardcore BDSM just hours ago.

"Are they almost ready?" Rebecca asked impatiently. "I'm starving!"

"Almost" Sasha answered as she flipped another pancake through the air.

"Thanks for doing this by the way.."

"No problem! I don't have to meet Jen for another hour, so I don't mind. You really should learn to cook though..."

"You know that's not one of my skills!" Rebecca huffed.

"What exactly are your skills, again?" Sasha teased.

"Brilliance. Incredible fashion sense. Being a leader of women."

"A leader of women? You're not even leader of our sorority."

"Yet" she responded dryly as she thumbed around on her phone.

A couple minutes later the first batch of pancakes was done. Sasha brought them to the table on a plate and motioned for them to dig in.

"Enjoy!"

Zack didn't hesitate, gathering a few of the pancakes on his plate and drowning them in maple syrup before chowing down. He was at least as hungry as Rebecca, having eaten nothing since an early dinner the previous evening.

Rebecca was much more deliberate in her eating. She put only one pancake on her plate and cut off small pieces with her knife and fork. She chewed and enjoyed them slowly. Zack guessed this wasn't unusual for her. She seemed like the type who would put her figure first. Her discipline was impressive.

"So, what's on the agenda today?" Sasha asked as she began the second batch.

"I'm taking slut boy here to the Sin Bin. We're going to get him outfitted for tonight."

"Oooooh, does that mean he's coming to the party?"

"Yup. We'll make this one to remember."

"Awesome!" Sasha said cheerfully. "Oh, that reminds me, I wanted to ask you..."

"Yeah?"

"Could I maybe borrow him on Sunday afternoon?"

"Borrow him for what?"

"Well, Trevor is coming over and I just thought it might be fun to have my own little cleanup slave."

"He's my slave. Let's get that straight" Rebecca shot back, looking up from her meal.

"Whatever! You don't have to be a bitch about it" Sasha retaliated.

"Don't call me a bitch, SKANK!"

"Don't call me a skank, HO! And don't forget that you wouldn't have a new slave without my help! No way you were seducing him by yourself, let alone carrying him up those stairs."

"Pfffft, fuck you!"

"FUCK YOU!"

They sat in silence for a minute as the pancake batter sizzled away. Zack made sure not to make direct eye contact with either of them. His brain filed this event away as further evidence that bitches do, indeed, be crazy.

"Fine..." Rebecca broke the silence. "Sucks, since Sunday is my last chance to play with him before we let him go for the week, but whatever. I have a test I need to study for. You can have him."

"Thank youuuuu" Sasha sang out as she flipped another pancake and caught it with her spatula. "This is gonna be so much fun!"

"Just be done with him by six. I need to debrief this bitch boy before we release him into the wild. He needs to be properly marked as my property."

Rebecca and Sasha both turned to him, their grins devilish and their eyes twinkling with mischief. Zack looked up from his pancakes feeling very much like a deer besieged by two cougars.

* * * * *

It was approaching midday as Zack and Rebecca exited her lambo and started making their way across the parking lot of a seedy strip mall. Their destination was clear; a large store front with a flashing neon sign that read "The Sin Bin." Rebecca grabbed the thick leather leash that led to the collar around his neck and tugged on it firmly. The heels of her leather boots clacked on the pavement as they walked in the cool breeze of a beautiful fall day.

Zack was too preoccupied to ponder the perversions Rebecca would inflict on him. He was just happy to be alive. Zack had learned two things about his crazy Dominatrix as they drove across town. One, her favorite types of music were techno and classic rock. Two, she drove like a fucking maniac. Perhaps she'd almost gotten them killed the previous night as well, but Zack had been too drugged out and distracted by Sasha to notice. Her reckless driving was a much greater threat to his life than her kinky tendencies would ever be and he was already dreading the return trip.

As they entered the store, the smells of leather, metal and lubricants washed over him. Zack was instantly reminded of Rebecca's bedroom, but the store had that aesthetic multiplied a hundred-fold. Every sex toy, restraint and piece of bondage equipment you could imagine were stacked neatly on metal shelves. A large sign advertised the establishment as "The Super Store for all your Erotic Needs!" Zack was surprised not to see any fetish clothing, but then he noticed a hallway near the back of the store. A smaller sign above it read "FETISHWEAR" and pointed down a well lit corridor.

Rebecca marched down the center of the aisles with Zack in tow. They passed several patrons scattered around the store as they made their way to the counter. Some snickered at Zack and others simply raised an eyebrow. As they drew nearer to the counter, a barrel chested man with dark brown hair came into focus. He wore jeans and a red t-shirt featuring a bear with a leather cap on its head. He had a thick mustache and a beard to go with his gauged ears and cheerful disposition.

"Hello Miss Cunningham! Welcome back!"

"Hi Howard. Good to see you again! I got your text."

"Yes, your special order has arrived. I take it you're here for pick up?"

"That and a few other things..."

"Oh? Always happy to help a loyal customer!"

"That's good, because I'm prepared to spend a significant sum on some latex today."

"Excellent! What exactly are you looking for?"

Rebecca yanked on the leash, pulling Zack forward until he was just beside his feisty Femdom.

"I need this slut ready for a party tonight. Something thick and curvy. I want him unrecognizable."

Zack gulped. He didn't like the sound of that at all.

"Well, you've come to the right place. Moxie is in the back polishing up some suits. Go find her and she'll be happy to help you out."

"Perfect! Thanks Howard."

"Have fun!" he replied with a grin, trying not to laugh at Zack's discomfort.

Rebecca led him down the hall, deep into the back room of the store. The air grew cooler as they neared a series of folding double doors and proceeded through them. The powerful stench of rubber washed over Zack as they entered what could only be described as a small warehouse.

Rack after rack of shiny fetish clothing gleamed in the light of the ceiling lamps. The store was well stocked in latex, leather, PVC and everything else that was shiny and slick. Roughly half of the garments were jet black and the remainder were every other color you could think of. Rebecca spotted what she was looking for and headed down one of the aisles, yanking Zack's neck in the process.

As they drew near the end of the aisle Zack was greeted by a vision of unmatched loveliness. A young woman was seated at a table applying rubber polish to a black cat suit. Her golden blonde hair was tied back in a well woven bun and her dark brown eyes were framed by black-rim librarian glasses. Her lips were the shade of deepest red and she wore a lacy black choker with a glimmering crystal that pointed down her chest.. Her ample breasts were hidden under a flowing, silky white top and her arms were covered with elbow length latex gloves. Black leather pants completed her ensemble, ending in calf-high leather boots.

"Hey Moxie! It's been a while" Rebecca exclaimed as they came to a stop by the table.

"Becky! Wow, look at you! You look great, girlfriend! I'd give you a hug but..." she gestured with her latex palms which were half soaked in greasy polish.

"That's alright. How you been?"

"Good! Haven't used my degree much since graduating, but you know what? I really like this job! Howie pays me good and I meet the most interesting folk here! Speaking of which, who is this fine young gentleman?" she asked, nodding to the young man at the end of the leash.

"Oh, this is Zack" she answered flatly, standing aside so Moxie could get a clear view of him. "He's my new bitch."

"Mmmm, you need the hand of a strong woman to guide you, do ya Zack?"

"Ah... yeah!" Zack stammered; completely entranced by the gorgeous young belle.

"Well, you've certainly found one in Rebecca" she said with a wink.

"His training has just begun. He needs discipline. Lots of it" Rebecca stated matter-of-factly.

Moxie giggled. "Which brings you here! At least, I assume this is not a social call."

"I want him rubberized, pronto" Rebecca answered as she stood back slightly. She then pointed at Zack's lower body. "He needs thigh and ass pads for starts..." Rebecca then trailed her hand upward to his chest "and silicone breasts, D-cups. Once you've fitted him with those, I want him in the thickest cat suit you have."

"What color?" Moxie asked, a trace of excitement in her voice.

"Traditional black?" Rebecca wondered out loud. "Or is there something else you'd recommend?"

"Hmmm... we do have a shiny metallic gray that we're overstocked on right now. Could give you a good deal on it and he'd look super slutty!"

"Perfect!" Rebecca announced, placing her hands on her hips. "You want a hand, or can I go browse while you're working?"

"Oh, I can gussy him up just fine on my own, darlin. You go look around and when you see him next, he's gonna be one sexy rubber doll."

"You're amazing, Moxie!" she said with a wide smile. She then turned and gave Zack's leash a final tug, her hazel eyes brimming with anticipation. "Do whatever Moxie says until I get back. If I get a bad report, you'll be punished harshly."

"Yes, Mistress" Zack replied with a slight bow of his head.

"How long do you think?" Rebecca asked over her shoulder.

"Oh! Give us a half hour or so" Moxie replied, already eyeing Zack up and down.

"Alright. See you in a bit!" Rebecca walked off, already glancing at her phone as she made her way back to the front of the store.

"So..." Moxie began as she rose from her seat and pulled her latex gloves off; each sliding free of her hands with a loud snap. "Is this what you're into? Or is Becky making you try something new?"

Zack shrugged, his face blushing a light crimson. "This is all new to me."

Moxie stalked toward him slowly. "Mmmmhmmm... As I suspected! It wouldn't be as fun for Becky if you were into it. That woman has a cruel streak in her. Not like me. Still, we'll make the best of it..." she stopped just inches from his face, raising one hand and giving him a light tap on the lips. "Let's have some fun with this, sugar."

* * * * *

"OW! That's tight!"

"It's supposed to be tight."

Zack clung to the metal work bench and gritted his teeth. He was bent over; his new, weighty silicone breasts dangling below him in the latex suit as Moxie slowly zippered him up in the back. With every bit of progress she made, the suit pulled around his body more tightly. The chest harness containing the fake double-D's and the leg and ass pads filled with cool, gel-like substance were being pressed into his skin more harshly with each tug Moxie made on the suits multiple zippers.