Flipping the Frat
- 2 years ago
- 9
- 0
The Frat free porn video
The Frat
I am standing almost naked with my hands bound together above my head. I
am hanging from a heavy metal ring attached to a beam in the ceiling. I
am strung up so that I am almost suspended, only touching the floor with
my tip toes. There is a penis shaped gag filling my mouth. My ankles are
tied so that my legs are spread about five feet apart. The only thing I
am wearing are my shoes; black five inch strapped heels that have
padlocks locking them to my ankles. My 36D breasts have nipple clamps
biting into them. There is a vibrator attached to a pole coming up from
the floor all the way up my vagina, and it is pulsating inside my cunt,
bringing me to the edge of orgasm, but not quite. There is a vibrating
butt plug in my ass as well. I am thinking back on how I got into this
situation; it was not by choice, I assure you.
My name is Leia. It used to be Paul. I used to be a very good looking,
athletic and very heterosexual male. Now I am a hot 20 year old girl who
serves as the house slave to a college fraternity, and I have to serve
forty pumped up and horny 19 to 22 year olds in any way they want. That
is part of the agreement to get into the frat. I got in, but not how I
planned.
What happened?
I used to be Paul Thompson, the son of a modestly wealthy couple in
upstate New York. At nineteen years old, I skipped a year before starting
college at a university on the other side of the country. I prided myself
on my handsome good looks and cut physique. I had no problem with getting
girls, and usually got some tail about once a week.
After about two weeks of class, I was approached by a senior named Brad.
He told me that I was selected to be a pledge for the Tau Alpha Sigma
fraternity. I had never heard of it , and when I told him, he replied
that it was meant to be that way; it was a secret society. He also told
me that membership was a golden ticket to wealth and power. The frat had
graduated six men who had become President, he told me, and countless
CEO's. Now Brad had my interest. Also, there was no hazing. There was a
part of the induction ceremony that precluded any need for hazing.
He told me one more thing about the frat that day. He said that each
class of pledges had a smoking hot female maid to serve every whim and
fancy of the frat members. That did it: I said that I was in.
He told me that the frat only accepted 10 members every year. I felt
honored.
"Have you ever seen the movie Fight Club?" Brad asked.
"Of course" I replied. "Why?"
"Remember the first rule of Fight Club? Never talk about Fight Club.
That's the way it is with the frat. No one ever has, and if they did,
their future would be ruined." Brad said.
"It has to be kept secret." Brad said in a dead serious tone.
I agreed, and he gave me an address three towns away from the university.
This is where the induction would be held in a week. I was not to bring a
car, but there was a train station close enough to walk. I was to pay
cash for my ticket and let no one know where I was going.
I couldn't wait for the big day.
When the day finally arrived, I followed Brad's instructions to the tee.
I arrived at the address, which looked like a small palace.
I knocked, and was greeted by one of the most beautiful girls I have ever
seen. She was about 5'3". She looked to be about 20 or 21 with long
platinum blonde hair, blue eyes, an elfin face with perfect skin, perky
perfect breasts that I guessed to be about 36 C. She was amazing. What
was even more amazing was how she was dressed. Like a wet dream nurse!
She was wearing a skimpy nurses outfit with a plunging neckline that
showed off her magnificent chest, and was short enough that it barely
covered her crotch. Whits stockings with garter belts covered her legs
and she wore 4" white pumps. She carried a clipboard and spoke in
seductive contralto.
"Name please?"she said.
"Paul Thompson" I replied.
"Right this way Paul" she said while checking a list on the clipboard.
I followed her down a long hallway, and the took confusing turns and
corners until we arrived at an elevator. I was getting hard just from
watching her walk, and her heels went "click, click, click" in a hypnotic
rhythm. Her scent was musky and was making my blood seem to boil. I
wanted her so badly, and thought that she must be the house maid that I
heard about. I figured that by getting into the frat, I would eventually
get to have my way with her. Oh, this was the luckiest day of my life!
The elevator arrived, and we got in. The confines of the elevator only
concentrated her scant, and it acted as a pheromone. I was rock hard, and
she noticed. She glanced down and smiled and winked at me.
"Plenty of time to take care of that later on, after the ceremony, Paul"
The way she said that almost made me faint. I leaned against the wall as
the elevator descended.
It must have gone down three or four floors. I was thinking that this
mansion must belong to a former frat member who became fabulously
wealthy.
The elevator car stopped and I followed her down another dark hall to a
large wooden door. She knocked, and a voice from an intercom asked who it
was.
"It's me, Nurse Sheila. I have Pledge Thompson with me" she said.
Then the door swung slowly open. I followed her in. The room was large
and dark, a lot of dark oak. There was a podium on one side, and the
facing wall had 11 chairs that looked somehow medical in purpose. They
were arm chairs with straps on the arms and where the ankles go. There
was what looked like an IV stand next to each chair. I guessed that I was
the last pledge to arrive because all the chairs were occupied except
one.
Nurse Sheila guided me to the last chair, and I sat.
Brad was at the podium. He spoke.
"Welcome pledges. Now that Paul is here, we can begin the ceremony. I
need everyone's undivided attention, and to assure this, Nurse Sheila
will strap your arms and legs to the initiation chairs."
I thought that was kind of weird, but this is probably the procedure that
made hazing unnecessary.
Nurse Sheila came around to each chair and strapped all of us at two
points on the arm, and one strap at the ankle. I couldn't get out of the
chair now if my life depended on it.
Only now it occurred to me that the frat traditionally accepted ten new
members every year, but there are eleven pledges here. "Hmm" I thought.
After we were strapped in, Nurse Sheila came behind everyone of us and
secured a ball gag in our mouths. She explained that Brad didn't want any
interruptions.
Brad spoke again:
"Welcome to the Tau Alpha Sigma fraternity. You are all fortunate to have
been chosen. Some of you may have noticed that there are eleven pledges,
but our frat only accepts ten men every year. Well, there is an
explanation for that. You all agreed to any terms and conditions that
apply for membership, and now I am going to tell you about the terms and
conditions.
"Nurse Sheila is preparing a serum that will be fed to you intravenously.
This is the ceremony. Ten of you will be getting a serum that is
responsible for the success that our members have in the outside world.
The serum is the biggest secret you will ever protect. It was invented
during World War II to turn our soldiers into better fighters. It worked
beyond all hopes. The serum turns regular young men into hyper masculine
males in every way. You will be alpha in every way. This is a very
desirable trait in powerful leaders. You will be extremely dominant and
hyper-sexual as well. You will have an insatiable need to control others,
and you will most likely have that need fulfilled after you graduate. You
will be able to learn faster and memorize things ten times faster than
before."
I wondered why only ten got the serum when there were eleven here.
Brad continued:
"One of you will be getting a different serum. We don't know who that is
going to be yet, because the serums are random. Whoever gets the special
serum is in for a different experience entirely. It has almost the same
effect on the mind of the recipient, but not the intelligence. You just
feel more masculine. But the catch is that the serum will turn the
recipient into the subjects personal vision of the perfect female. This
fact, coupled with the fact that you mind will be super-masculine will
ensure a certain amount of - discomfort. The lucky female becomes house
maid, and will be subject the the whims of ten hyper-sexual and dominant
young men. It is our experience that they get whipped into a sexual
frenzy after being provided with the new girl "
Every one of the pledged, including me stiffened at this statement. I
struggled at by bonds to no avail.
Brad let that statement sink in, and then spoke again:
"Nurse Sheila will be administering the serum, and she does not know
which IV contains which serum. For ten of you, you will be a full member
of the frat by the end of tonight. For one of you however, the serum will
turn you into your own personal version of the perfect girl."
Oh My God! If this is true, then that is how they get their female
mascot! And there is a one in eleven chance that it is going to be me! I
struggled against the straps, like we all did, but these people know what
they are doing and there is no escape.
"Why do we do this to someone?" Brad said. "Well it's one of the effects
of the masculine serum that causes us to want to do this to someone in a
random way. It's part of the dominance effect. We get to completely
control a super masculine mind trapped in a hot female body. Makes it so
much more exciting."
"You can start now, Sheila" Brad said flatly.
"Now it's just a matter of time and chance. Each of you has an ideal
vision of what the perfect woman looks like. This will be you if you get
the special serum."
My perfect woman was the one sticking a needle in my are at this very
second. Sheila, only with red hair and green eyes. Holy shit! I wanted to
scream, but the ball gag only allowed muffled half screams. I felt the
needle go into my skin, and she taped it down. I wished frantically that
I beat the odds and would become a frat member. I was horrified at the
thought of becoming a female slave.
After Sheila had gotten all the IV's hooked up, Brad spoke again.
"There was a reason for all the secrecy about coming here. One of you
will disappear tonight. Not from here, but from your old world. If you
are the one, then you will not be able to do anything about it. It's just
the way our frat works. The time has come, so Sheila will be turning the
IV's on now."
I was not very religious, but I started praying that I was not the one.
Sheila went behind every chair and turned a valve that started a drip
into the line in my arm.
Brad slowly paced in front of the line of chairs, He knew what to expect
from the change, and he was looking for signs, I guessed.
"Everyone make sure that you picture your fantasy woman. Trust me, it
makes things a lot easier for the one." Brad said.
I couldn't help but form that picture in my head.
After about an hour of agonizing anticipation, the IV bag was empty.
I felt a bit strange. I started to get light headed, and then panicked at
the feeling. "God no!" I silently screamed.
I started to black out. The edges of my vision became blurry, and my head
slumped. Brad came to my chair and stood in front of me. He smiled.
"It looks like you're going to be our girl, Paul" he said. "Lucky you!".
Nooooo! This isn't happening! I have too much to do! I am going to be a
successful business man, not some female sex slave to a sexually super-
charged fraternity! The thought was too much from me and I slipped from
consciousness while Brad was saying something I couldn't completely
understand.
"When you wake up, gurble gurbel, female form, mumble"
Blackness.
How long I was out, I can't tell.
I started to wake slowly. I tried to move and realized that I was bound,
but not in a chair. I was lying on my back on a gurney or table, and my
arms and legs were tied down firmly. I opened my eyes and was no longer
in the ceremonial chamber, but what looks like a examination room. Brad,
the ten pledges and Sheila stood in a circle around me. I tried to say
something, but I was still gagged.
Brad spoke.
"Well, everybody, our newest house maid is awake now. Sheila, you can
speak now".
Sheila came over to my side and put a warm soft hand on my arm.
"You are not Paul any more. Paul does not exist any more. You are now
Leia. You will get used to this in time, but for now we have to keep you
bound so you don't try anything stupid. I can tell you from experience
that you will accept your fate. Eventually. I know because three years
ago, I woke up on this very table. I could tell you who I used to be, but
that's not important. What is important is that you get to know all the
men in this room right now, because you belong to them. This is why the
frat is so desirable. You. You are the reason"
As she spoke, I tried to look down at my body. I couldn't believe it. I
had two soft fleshy mounds on my chest with rosebud nipples. Where my
cock would have been was flat. So this isn't a bad dream, it's real. I am
living a nightmare. I felt hair around my face, and caught a glimpse of a
red tress. I struggled, and gave up. I knew that they would not let me
escape. Sheila continued:
"We will start on your training right away. The sooner the better. I will
help you get acclimated. You are now completely female in every way, but
your mind is totally male. It is our nightmare and I share it with you.
But I have learned that there is nothing I can do about it, and fighting
this makes it infinitely worse. I have to say that I am flattered that
you chose a form so similar to mine. We are almost twins, except for your
hair and eyes."
I looked up at her. She was unbelievably beautiful. And that's what I
looked like now! What was worse was the intensified sense of maleness
that I felt. Holy shit, this was bad.
Brad spoke again.
"Okay frat boys, what do you think?"
Then I heard the most chilling thing in my life. All at the same time,
the ten new frat members all started talking.
"Damn, she's hot! Can't wait to tap that".
"Can't wait for my first blow job!"
"We can do ANYTHING with her? What about bondage and all that stuff? Can
we whip her?"
"I want to tie her to a ceiling fan and spin her on my dick!"
Oh my god, they were talking about doing these things to me! And I am a
guy, one of them! But no, I am the unlucky one. I got the girl serum and
I will never be the same again.
I started to shake and cry.
Brad laughed, and so did some of the frat boys. Sheila looked down at me
with what seemed to be a mixture of sympathy and amusement.
"We are going to leave you with Sheila for now. Remember, Leia, to do
whatever you are told. There are consequences for disobedience." Brad
said.
The frat boys and Brad left the room. I had no idea where I was, or what
was going to happen to me from here on. I never in my worst nightmares
thought something like this could happen to me. I was such a cock-sure
guy, and now here I am stuck forever in this hot female form. Worse yet,
a slave to a fraternity!
Sheila started to speak.
"We have a lot to do, hun. First, before I let you off this table, I need
to let you know what will happen if you try to run. You will be found.
There is a GPS chip implanted deep inside of you, and I will not tell you
where it is. I still don't know where mine is."
"These guys are serious. They have been doing this a long time, and have
never lost a girl. You can't tell anyone what happened, because no one
will believe you. If you reveal details about your former life, you will
be suspected in the disappearance of your former self. It may not look
like it when you leave this room, but there is serious security
surrounding the frat house. There is an unbelievable amount of money and
power behind the frat. Some of the members have gone on the be some of
the most wealthy and powerful men in the world. They will not risk losing
the one thing that makes the frat so desirable."
"You will be serving the frat for the four years that your class is here.
When the class graduates, you will be given to the member with the
highest GPA at graduation. You will be that man's property for life. Oh,
and one other thing; the serum extends our life-spans, so even though you
may wish for death, life - and your suffering - will be about twice as
long."
"And now I am going to let you off the table. Training starts now. I
sympathize with your predicament, but I have to obey my masters and train
you relentlessly. If I do anything that causes you pain, just remember
that I feel for you and am only doing what I have to do. Do you
understand?"
I nodded yes, though trembling and tears streaming down the side of my
face, tickling hot in my ear canals.
I understood. My old life was over forever. I am now a hot female sex
slave and servant.
Sheila undid my gag, and then unbuckled the straps that bound me. She
helped me to my feet. I felt so strange. Lighter. Everything seemed big
to me. I looked down at my body. It was perfect - I wanted it, but as a
guy wants a woman. That was a totally frustrating feeling. My feet were
tiny. My body hairless. Sheila showed me to a full length mirror.
I stood in shock as the full realization of this transformation hit home.
My face shocked me more than anything. I was Sheila's twin, with red hair
and green eyes. Everything about me was delicate, in contrast to how I
felt. I looked at myself as I did when I first met Sheila, and desired
her so much. Just yesterday, I thought I was going to be able to take
advantage of the beautiful nurse. Now I am her, to be taken advantage of
by a bunch of man/boys.
"I have to say, you look great." Sheila said.
"Thanks" was all I could say, and was shocked to hear the same sultry
contralto voice as Sheila.
"We need to start training now. Come with me."
I followed her out of the room, down a hall and then we entered what was
going to be a familiar place to me. It was a dungeon, no mistaking it.
There was only one purpose for this room; binding bodies and inflicting
pain. I swooned, but Sheila caught me and supported me. There was a large
man in the dungeon wearing only a loin and a hood.
"Wow" he said. "That one had a great imagination. She's gorgeous. Can't
wait to play. Let's get her set up".
That didn't sound good. I was shaking. The man came over and picked me up
like I used to pick up a cat, and carried me to the middle of the
dungeon. He put me down standing up.
"Stay still" he commanded.
He attached leather cuffs to my wrists, and the attached these to a metal
hook above my head. He went to the wall and turned a crank and my arms
were lifted toward the ceiling.
He then came back and attached my ankles to cuffs that were attached to
points on the floor, spreading my legs. All the time this is happening, I
was freaking out. My mind can barely handle this. I am completely
helpless, female, bound, and at the mercy of a big brute and I have no
idea what his plan is for me. Out of control!
Then he got a leather gag that is shaped like a penis. He shoved it in my
mouth and strapped it behind my head.
He cranked me up so that my wrists and ankles were stretched out. He then
produced a pair of clamps. My eyes went wild and pleaded for mercy. He
laughed. My chest exploded in pain as her attached the clamps to my
nipples. I squeezed my eyes shut and felt hot tears rising.
I feel his hands running down my body. He poked and prodded my flesh with
rough fingers. I have never felt so vulnerable in my life. I realized
that my skin was about twice as sensitive to touch as before. Is this
what my whole life is going to be like? He reached my crotch. Oh god, no!
I didn't even think of being penetrated yet. I am getting the full
treatment early on, I thought. He harshly squeezed and rubbed what I
guess was my clit, because amazingly, in the middle of this horrible
nightmarish predicament, my body started to respond.
I can't even describe the mix of feelings. Horror at my situation, blind
fear of what was happening to me, helplessness of being bound up, pain,
and now this; I was in a state of female sexual arousal. I was
overloading already, and I somehow knew I was getting wet down there.
"Good girl" he growled. "I can tell you are going to do just fine here.
How do you like your new body? I think it looks just perfect on you,
especially since I know who is trapped inside of it. I can't tell you how
much that turns me on ... knowing that you have a dominant male mind, but
you are in a prison of female flesh for us to play with and do as we
please." Then he slowly said "For - The - Rest - Of - Your - Life!"
My eyes were wild and pleading. I was looking out of my eyes as if I were
in a car that was speeding out of control and approaching a cliff, and I
couldn't do anything to stop it. I had no control over anything anymore,
and I craved control.
My tormentor walked over to a wall that had all kinds of diabolical
looking devices on it and came back over to me with what looked like a
pole with a phallus on top of it. He positioned it under me, and the
started to do what I feared most; inserting it into my pussy. (My pussy!
I never thought I would be thinking those words!)
I felt the dildo coming up into me. I never could have imagined being
penetrated, and now its really happening. I struggled. Of course, to no
avail. He shoved the dildo up inside of me, and I felt like I was
splitting. He shoved it all the way so that at the base of the dildo,
there was a finger or something that sat right up against my clit.
He positioned it on a stand connected to the floor so it would stay
inside of me. He then flicked a switch, and the dildo came to life inside
me.
My very being exploded in sensations. I felt ashamed that my body
responded to the vibrator. It was pure pleasure down there. All mixed
with pain and fear and horror. I actually felt more alive than I ever
felt, because there were so many things going on at once.
The man went to the wall again and came back with a cat 'o' nine tails.
Oh no, I thought. It's only getting worse.
He began whipping me hard across my breasts. It wasn't enough that I had
the clamps on my nipples causing extreme pain, but the whipping caught on
them and made it a hundred times worse. I started screaming against the
gag, but only muffled screams came out.
Amid all the pain I was experiencing, the vibrator was doing its job on
my pussy and clit. My tormentor started moving to other parts of my body
with the cat. My whole body was wracked with stinging pain, and at the
same time I was working up to my first female orgasm.
I was writhing in both pain and pleasure, and then it got even worse.
The man went back to the device wall, and came back with a box that had
wires sticking out of it. He attached the wires to the clamps on my
nipples. He turned a dial and my chest exploded. Electric shock exploded
on each of my nipples. This was too much as I started to approach orgasm.
Time seemed to slow down, and my mind went into a strange place. All of
the sensations I was experiencing seemed to start to blend together, so
all the pain and pleasure was becoming one thing that was bigger than all
of them. I was surprised that it wasn't all bad.
I sensed that I was on the verge of orgasm from the pulsating dildo
shoved in my pussy and against my clit. Almost there, I squeezed my eyes
shut and prepared for the onslaught of my first female orgasm. Closer,
closer ..... almost there......
And then my tormentor turned the dildo way down.
Are you kidding me?????
This was the worst torture of all - I was left hovering at the razors
edge of release, and he turns everything down. I tried to beg through the
gag to please let me come, just let me release all that energy. But no,
this guy knew his business all too well.
"Okay Sheila, I think we let our new slave alone for a while with her
thoughts" he said.
They went to the door, and he shut the light off plunging the room into
complete darkness, and they left me hanging and alone.
I can't tell how long I hovered at that tortuous state. When the room
went dark, a thought I was going insane. My body was on fire in so many
different ways, and I couldn't put the fire out. My nipples were pulsing
with sharp pain. The skin of my body was burning from the whipping. My
pussy and clit were on the verge of explosive orgasm with no hope for
release, still plugged with the massive vibrating dildo. How long were
they going to let me stay like this?
I actually went temporarily insane.
To Be Continued...
Arisha
- 11.12.2020
- 12
- 0
A Feminine Family Sequel to Flipping the Frat
- 4 years ago
- 11
- 0
husband and wife end up being gangbanged by frat
- 3 years ago
- 19
- 0
