The frat party. Shake your pussies girls!
Shock, terror and humiliation, but you must keep shaking your pussy. You are tied up tight in the dorm room, doggy style. On all fours, with your head tied down to the bed and your pussy arched up into the air. Rows upon rows of beds crowned with tied up freshers girls (and fakeboys) whimpering and begging for helpâŠ
This didnât happen by chance of course, for you were all invited to the opening frat party of the year. A famous and grand celebration organised by the leading frat groups at the university. Not without its rumours, drugs, sex and all kinds of wild stories⊠but those couldnât be real though, could they?
Well, youâd all been invited anyway. After all, you had all told the lead frat boy that you were real boys. Or at least you were cis girls that participated in the lies, joining in with the delusions and âfacilitatingâ as the frat boys put it, a âsickening attack on their masculinityâ.
I guess thatâs just it, you turn up to university full of hope that the boys will affirm your new âidentityâ. Perhaps itâs the excitement of freshers week, or the naive joy when the manliest boys of them all invite you to their opening party. The silly thoughts in your head drown out the alarm bells blaring at you that something is not right. Maybe thatâs the smooth brain reputation kicking in. You wouldnât know though, you canât think properly like that.
Even despite your attempts to look more masculine, the frat boys knew all along anyway because you were all so easy to clock. Whether it was the fact that you always used a stall in the toilet, that you had to get changed away from the boys in the locker room, your big chest or lack of bulge. It didnât matter. They had a systematic and calculated method of identifying all of the fakeboys and their dumb cis girl friends during freshers week and they never got it wrong. One by one theyâd be listed down in the âfreshers trophy bookâ a big album, almost like a year book or big photo display of years gone past. Each girl would have her name and age listed alongside a photo of her pretty face. Hopefully staring back at anyone that opened the book, in stark contrast to her real situation.
So, itâs autumn, the golden leaves are just starting to fall of the trees and youâre walking across campus to the frat house in your party outfit, trying your best to present as the boy that you ⊠wellâŠ. know? That you are. Besides, this is a frat party and the boys invited you. They didnât even think twice about calling you a boy. They didnât even think twice? It occurs to you in a moment of doubt. No, itâs fine even if they could tell theyâre nice people and just want to make new friends and recruits. The doubt leaves your brain as quickly as it entered and you can carry on, hopeful and happy.
Finally, there it is, at the end of the road the frat house stands tall and proud, a small fence surrounding the neatly trimmed garden, a granite sign with the frat party logo stands guard by the gate.
You walk up the path and give the door a knock.
âCome inâ a masculine voice calls. As you push the door and step inside.
âWelcome to the frat society! he says I assume youâre here for the âearly invite?â
He closes the door behind you and you hear a click as he flicks the lock on and turns the key.
âCome stand hereâ he says, pointing to a spot on the floor a few paces forward.
Youâre a bit confused but you do it anyway.
âSo, if you would just like to sign thisâ he says producing a booklet with the frat party logo on the front.
âDonât worry, this is just the frat society rules, you donât need to read all of itâ he explains.
âHmmm alrightâ you mumble as you skim through the pages like itâs the Apple terms and conditions.
âFantastic! Welcome Emily, he smiles, Iâm sure youâll have a lot of fun tonight.â
âWait a second how did you find out my deaâŠâ you stammer but get cut short as a large strong hand clamps itself over your mouth.
âMmmmphh! Mmmmphhh! Hel⊠hel..!!â
What the fuck! You panic struggling and screaming as your arms are pinned behind your back and you are dragged away from the still smiling frat boy. Youâre too weak to escape the strong boys arms but you try anyway, digging your fingers into him which only makes him grip you harder. He drags up the stairs and along the corridor of the frat house into a large and dimly lit room.
Two more boys step out of the shadows and your head is forced back as they stuff what appears to be some sweaty boy boxers into your mouth and tape it firmly shut. Your weak hands are tied back tightly behind your back.
âMmmphhh mmmmphhhâ you flap helplessly.
âAlright letâs get her preparedâ says one of the boys called Jack, in a deep sounding voice, the kind you only wished that you had.
âHell yeahâ the other boy, called Harry, agrees.
Jack runs his hand along your crotch forcing you to squirm and wriggle to try and get away from him.
âGeâŠoâŠmeee mmmmphh!â
He starts pulling your womenâs jeans down exposing your pretty panties.
âWell, well, well, wearing your sisters panties to the frat partyâ he laughs sarcastically.
Theyâre not your sisters, theyâre yours, bur how can you tell him that without humiliating yourself and revealing yourself even further?
âMmmphh!! Nuh uhhhh, mmphhâ
âWhatâs that?â Harry asks, raising his eyebrows.
âOh yeah, theyâre YOURS!â He empathises.
âDonât worryâ he puts on a pathetic pleading voice. âWe already know your little secretâ
Secret? Your secret! How. Why. What did they do to find out???
Jack slips his hand down your panties.
âMmmphh! NoâŠmmphhhâŠhelâŠhelâŠmmphhh!â
âSheâs definitely a girlâ he confirms to Harry laughing again.
âYou know, I would say she has balls, turning up to our frat party pretending to be a boy, but i canât find any balls in hereâŠâ as he presses his hand against your flat pussy.
Harry high fives jack as they laugh and humiliate you in the way only boys can do.
So letâs recap the scene. You turned up expectedly to what you thought was the âearly invitationâ to the biggest frat party if freshers. Only, you were surprise attacked and dragged away to a dark dingy room by strong boys. They have you pinned back in their strong grip, making fun of your girly panties and telling you how they know about your little secretâŠ
Suddenly, Jack pulls your panties down in one quick motion.
âMmmphh mmmphh!â You squirm, your smooth pussy now exposed with your delicate legs flailing around.
âYou seriously thought you could come in to OUR frat party looking like that. Jack laughs. âSERIOUSLYâ. He slaps your flat pussy.
âNo. You donât get to try and lie to us like that. We know a real boy when we see one.
âMmmphhâ you moan, humiliated and defeated.
âYeah! Thatâs right. And now we have you naked, weâre going to show you what happens to lying girls like you.â
âMmphhhâ you struggle hopelessly.
They drag you over to one of the beds, with some resistance and force you down head first with your pussy and ass arched up in the air. You are secured in place so that you can barely move, only to shake your pussy and ass around helplessly.
âAwww look at her, sheâs already wet!â Says Harry.
Jack runs his hand along your wet pussy.
âI canât wait to try them all out later!â He says eagerly walking back towards the door.
âAlright ladiesâ Jack shouts. Donât you go anywhere, weâve got a party tonight!
âMmmphhh! Mmmphh!â Is the muffled response from around the room.
âGood girls! Weâll see you laterâ
âPlea! We ca ge out. Plea just let u go!â Cries one of the girls.
âShut up Ellie!â The frat boy barks annoyed as he fixes her gag back into place.
âNow shake your pussies girls! Or I wonât let you go⊠everâ He grins looking over the rows of captured girls tied up and terrified. Almost all of them now shaking their exposed pussies and moaning helplessly.
âOver thereâ points Jackâ
âALICEâ he raises his voice forcefully as he slaps his hand down on her ass and grabs on to it tightly.
âShake. Your. Pussy!â
âMmphhâŠmmmphâ she whimpers frantically as she starts shaking her pussy up and down and from side to side.
He walks back over to the front of the room
âWho ready for a frat party?â
âMmmphhh! HelâŠmmmphhh!â
The moaning intensifies and the beds start creaking as the girls try desperately try to pull against their tight restraints. Every time a girl stops shaking her pussy one of the frat lads comes over and spanks her or gropes her until she gets the message and starts shaking her pussy again.
Itâs almost like an exam hall. Rows upon rows of beds with girls tied up. The occasional punishment for those that try to defy the frat boys and stop shaking their pussies.
âBoys!â He cries, itâs time to open the doors to the frat house for freshers week!â Cheers go up and the sound of doors open and footsteps moving around suddenly fills the house. House music starts playing and cups are being placed down for what it seems will be large amounts of alcohol. Itâs going to be long nightâŠ
