Enslaved By Sorority Sluts – Chapter 3 – Cucked & Collared

“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.