Sinister Sisterhood Series: The Charlotte Chapter: THE TRIPLE-WAY! By Brian Masters (Patreon)

Sinister Sisterhood Series:

The Charlotte Chapter:

THE TRIPLE-WAY!

By Brian Masters

(Concept by Devin Dickie)

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are a product of the author’s imagination. Locales and public names are sometimes used for atmospheric purposes. Any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, or to businesses, companies, events, institutions, or locales is completely coincidental.

**DEVIN DICKIE NOTE**

All characters are OVER 18 years of AGE! This is a bullying fantasy and not real.  The acts in the following written work are only consensual  sexual choices and fantasy humiliation scenarios.

Bullying is NOT OKAY and If you or someone you know is being bullied, please alert the authorities. 

Part 1

Call them what you want, Delta Delta Delta, The Tri Delts, or Triple Ds, but the girls of this sinister sorority are known all over campus at Charlotte University as the baddest bitches around and getting on the wrong side of any of these sisters is a terrible idea no matter who you are. And the baddest of the bad is the sorority, chapter president, Brittany Chambers. Brittany is and always has been a spoiled brat, using her daddy’s money to make sure anything she wants, anything she does, anything she needs to have handled gets taken care of in a way that benefits her every time. For Brittany the world is a candy store and she’s won the golden ticket giving her access to the VIP section of the chocolate factory. 

Brittany is sitting at the desk in her room using a kneeling, naked pledge as a seat while she writes down the names of each new pledge on separate place cards to be used in this year’s lottery. It’s early morning and Brittany is dressed in a white tank top and a pair of boy short panties, light pink in color. This stunning beauty is gorgeous from the top of her head to the soles of her dainty feet. She has shoulder length, wavy, black hair and contrasting bright green eyes that are the centerpiece of her perfectly framed face. Her perky little nose sits comfortably above her full red lips and the smooth pink skin of her face makes her look like every man’s dream of a hot fashion model. If you’re able to take your eyes away from her beautiful face long enough to look down you’ll find a body fit for porn as her full, round, 32C breasts stand out straight without a hint of sag. The girl’s flat, toned stomach shows the sign of years of pilates and strength training, while her shapely round ass bounces in the hypnotic way those girls in the rap videos bounce as they sit atop such wonderfully toned legs that seem to go on for days. 

Brittany is the queen bee bitch of the Triple Ds and no one messes with her in any way. Especially not some first year pledge like the one serving as a stool for her at the moment. The poor girl on her hands and knees is Tara. A simple country girl from the midwest, Tara is a quiet, mousy girl with a stunning beauty that betrays her background but makes her a perfect candidate for the Deltas. She has long, straight, blonde hair the color of corn silk. Her face is cute in that fresh, country way that men find irresistible. She has a cute little butt that everyone stares at when she walks by, long muscular legs and arms that have seen the hard work of a farm but show the curves of a woman who works out in the best gym with the top trainers. But it’s her breasts that can stop traffic. Tara has heard every comment possible in her 18 years as she burgeoned quickly and developed huge tits at a very early age. She’s been called a cow and a big titted slut by ignorant farm boys and has developed an internal shame over her most prominent feature. Brittany saw this insecurity the first time she met Tara and has been extremely hard on the new pledge during the initiation process, which is why we find Tara on hands and knees quietly serving as a seat for the sorority president her back and arms hurting from the strain of holding up the older girl for so long.

What Tara didn’t know was exactly what Brittany was working on for such a long time as she sat her pear shaped ass on the pledge’s back. As Tara felt the dampness of Brittany’s sweaty ass crack on her back, she heard the bratty sister scribbling on note cards and chuckling to herself occasionally. Brittany was writing up the lottery cards for this year's hazing ritual and was loving her latest idea. This year the sisters would choose one lucky pledge to serve in the What Will They Do For The Sorority contest. The rules were quite simple. One name would be drawn at random and that sister would need to convince her boyfriend to have a three way with one of the muscular, black men from their brother fraternity. Simple right? Well not for the evil Brittany. See, Brittany had taken an immediate dislike to Tara and wanted to teach the girl a lesson. Everyone loved Tara as soon as they met her and Brittany’s jealous nature could never allow that to happen. She always needed to be the top dog in every measurable way and so she was making certain the lottery would be rigged in such a way that sweet little Tara would be the chosen pledge to corrupt her boyfriend. Brittany had clued in all the other sisters and they thought it would be a great laugh to watch Tara convince her boyfriend to go all the way in their menage a trois. They wanted Tara to be responsible for her boyfriend having his first and hopefully not last gay experience. 

“So slut, I hope you’re ready for the party tonight. All you little pledge bitches are in for a hell of a night and I just know you’ll do your best to make me proud won’t you?” Brittany said with a sneer.

“Yes Miss Brittany. I’ll do my best to make you proud.” Tara wheezed out trying not to sound as exhausted as she was from serving as her bully’s seat all morning.

“Oh you better you big titted cow. I won’t have any pledge I sponsor be an embarrassment in any way so you better be on your best behavior tonight. We’ll have to dress you up in something extra slutty for the brothers to enjoy. I just know they’ll get a kick out of those massive udders swinging on your chest. I just knew when I saw you I had to sponsor you myself, I mean who else could protect and mold a naive country slut like you except for someone as sophisticated and elegant as myself?” Brittany teased the poor suffering pledge.

“Yes Miss Brittany, you’re absolutely correct. I needed someone as beautiful, intelligent, and worldly as you to teach me how to be a contributing member of our illustrious sorority. I’m so lucky you chose an ugly, worthless, cow like me to benefit from your wealth of experience.” Tara said these words as if they were scripted and in fact they were as she’d learned from weeks of abuse exactly how she should address the bratty president.

“You know I love our quality time together little slut. There’s nothing like starting my days with a quick orgasm and putting a filthy cow like you in your place every morning really gets my motor running.” Brittany said with a sigh. 

Tara felt completely humiliated as she thought of what was to come. Every day had been the same since she’d been forced to room with Brittany and serve as her personal pledge. Not only was she supposed to keep the room clean, wash Brittany’s clothes, care for the brat’s personal needs like shaving her legs and giving her mani-pedis on a weekly basis, but the poor girl also had to kneel there every morning while Brittany got herself off while humiliating Tara verbally. It seemed nothing excited Brittany more than squashing the blonde pledge’s pride and self worth at every opportunity.

As she sat on the helpless pledges back, Brittany wiggled her shapely ass a bit while squeezing her thighs together in a way that made her pussy tingle as she pondered her newest decadent plan. This year’s hazing night was going to be epic!

As Brittany imagined the fun she would have ruining the life of Tara’s stupid boyfriend the sorority queen started to get aroused by the thoughts of her villianous plan. She continued to squeeze her thighs together while wriggling her panty clad ass on the poor girl’s back. Brittany could feel her pussy begin to grow soaking wet at the prospect of causing trouble for someone of lesser stature than herself and smiled at the thought of leaking her juices onto the straining Tara’s back. Tara was used to this particular situation as she had spent many mornings on hands and knees holding up the bitchy president as she got herself off. Tara was of course sworn to silence by her pledge to the sisterhood and knew breaking Brittany’s trust would have her immediately thrown out of the sorority. So the quiet, little, country girl kept her mouth shut as she knelt there feeling this self centered, spoiled, rich girl sliding her ass and thighs all over her back spreading her leaking gash all over Tara’s delicate skin. Brittany began breathing hard and Tara knew she was in for a long session this morning and hoped she wouldn’t be late for class. Funny how being tardy was her only concern as she was being used as a toy to make another girl cum. Tara was too submissive to even consider what was wrong with this situation, a fact that Brittany was smart enough and strong enough to take full advantage of since she’d first met the poor, weakling, pledge. 

As Tara knelt below her superior her arms and legs began to shake with exhaustion and her back was a symphony of pain crying out for relief. Tara listened to Brittany’s breathing as she felt the raven haired beauty begin to gyrate her ass cheeks in a circular motion and knew the president was enjoying her time on her subordinate’s back. Tara could hear the wet squishing sound of Brittany plunging her fingers into her swampy crotch while her juices flowed freely, soaking Tara’s bare skin and running down the length of her back. Tara could feel Brittany’s cum leaking down her back and groaned in despair as she felt the river of sticky secretions begin to run down the crack of her ass. Brittany was rather proud of the amount of pussy juice she always produced as she felt it made her a truly sensual person. 

Brittany began rubbing her clit in a circular motion causing her juices to flow more freely and making her entire body bounce in a sexual rythm atop her kneeling supplicant. For her part, Tara was in misery. Her back was coated in the sticky, odorous secretions of the beautiful president, while her knees and arms were about to give out. Worse than all of that was the fact that all of Brittany’s bouncing and gyrating was causing Tara’s tits to swing around wildly beneath her in a very painful manner. Occasionally the poor girl was smacked in her face by her own tits as Brittany got herself off without a care at all for Tara’s comfort.

Brittany gasped out, “Oh fuck I love the sound your udders make when they smack together like that! You’re such a dirty fucking cow! Moo for me you fucking whore!”

Tara knew better than to argue and with tears of shame running down her face she began to make mooing noises like a dairy cow being milked.

Brittany loved the humiliating sounds of Tara crying and mooing while her massive udders slapped against her belly and face and she fingered herself harder and harder, her pussy squelching in soaking wet pulsating rhythm. 

Tara could smell Brittany’s pussy much stronger now that the girl was nearing orgasm and she blanched at the stink coming from her better’s cunt. Brittany always got herself off before her shower so her pussy smelled from the previous day’s activities whether or not that meant sex with her boyfriend. Tara could tell by the scent that last night had been a night filled with sex for Brittany which explained not only the odor but also the amount of cream coating Tara’s back. Not even Brittany could cum this much so a lot of this rapidly cooling cum was left over in her cunt from her current boy toy. 

Tara found herself quietly begging for this morning’s ordeal to be over so she could get dressed and go to class. No, there would be no shower for Tara, that wasn’t allowed. 

Brittany began to bounce harder on her pledge’s back as she screamed out a powerful orgasm while turning her body to straddle Tara as one would sit while riding a horse. Brittany smiled in delight as she squirted out a massive amount of cream onto the country mouse’s hair before shaking herself down from her orgasm. Brittany reached forward and grabbed a handful of Tara’s blond hair and wiped her cund mostly dry of this morning’s secretions. The snotty, sorority president then dismounted from her recreational stool and without a word grabbed the day’s outfit from her bed, picked up her shower caddy, and made her way into the hall toward the showers. 

Tara stayed on her knees for nearly 15 minutes sobbing in misery before picking up her used panties from the day before and wiping as much of Brittany’s cream from her abused body as possible. The poor girl then dressed in the panties Brittany had worn last night, a pair of too short, pink shorts with the sorority logo on them and a half shirt that came very close to showing the bottoms of her massive boobs before leaving for class. She knew she would stink like Brittany’s cunt all day and that meant sitting in the back row of all her classes and staying away from any of her friends. She was losing any and all friends who were not in the sorority because of her new standoffish behavior and that’s just the way Brittany wanted things. Tara knew the other pledges weren’t going through the hell she was but she knew better than to complain since it was an honor to have the president be her sponsor. 

As Tara prepared to leave for the day a knock on the door stopped her in her tracks and before she had a chance to respond, the door swung open and Tara found herself facing James, Brittany’s boyfriend. The tall black stud entered the room like he owned the place and moved toward Tara with an evil smile on his face.

Tara said, “I’m sorry James but Miss Brittany isn’t here right now, she’s in the shower but you can wait here if you like. I’m on my way out so if you’ll excuse me,”

“Oh baby there ain’t no excuse for you.” The black man said. “Just look at you, dressed like a whore and smelling like an unwashed cunt. You’re a mess girl. And damn if those ain’t the biggest titties I ever seen! No wonder Brit calls you a cow.” 

Tara blushed in shame as she tried to cover her breasts with her arms but the truth is, her arms weren’t big enough to wrap around her massive juggs which made her even more self conscious.

Tara tried to get past James but the black man stood blocking the door giving her a chance to really look him over. James was built like a linebacker with bulging muscles straining his tshirt and shorts. His skin was the color of dark chocolate and he smelled like a real man should, a combination of natural musk and testosterone that made Tara’s head swoon. She could feel the natural power emanating from this black stud and was afraid to look into his eye for fear of getting lost there.

“Anyway, Brit said I left some clothes here so I just need to grab them and change real quick. I don’t want to be alone here in a sorority house so why don’t you stick around while I change?” James said to Tara.

Tara said, “Oh that’s ok, you can stay here, no one will mind. I have to get to class.”

“I wasn’t asking, you little cow. Just sit your ass down and keep me company.” The black stud commanded with a natural authority Tara could not ignore.

Without thinking the white girl sat on the side of the bed in strict obedience to the dominant black man while watching him pick up a shirt and shorts from Brittany’s desk chair. Then to Tara’s utter amazement James stripped off his clothes and stood before her completely naked. She was stunned at his brash attitude and the sheer arrogance of it all but found she could not take her eyes off of his body.

James was cut perfectly as if sculpted by god himself. His dark ebony skin glistened like morning dew over his taught muscular frame. He stood with his back to Tara and she stared at his firm, shapely ass feeling an odd desire to drop to her knees and kiss the round globes of his butt cheeks. The white pledge blushed in shame at that thought and continued to blush as James turned around to face her.

“Oh my god that cock” Thought Tara in shock and awe. That has to be an anomaly as there was no way any other man had a penis like that. Impossible. She thought of the few times she’d seen her boyfriend John’s penis and it was a pale comparison to this beast. Poor John had a tiny pink worm between his legs with marbles for balls. Nothing like the monster before her now. It was hanging between Jame’s legs like a hunting python waiting in the trees to attack its prey. The man wasn’t even hard and his tool easily measured 8 or 9 inches of thick black meat. The shamed white girl could see James had not been circumcised as a thick hood of foreskin covered the head of his monster cock making it look even more threatening. Tara couldn’t look away from the monster going so far as to focus on the texture of its foreskin, a thin dry layer of flakey white skin surrounded the crown of the hood and Tara realized James hadn’t washed his body yet today. That would explain the strong smell coming from his sweaty crotch. It was a heady brew of body odor, crotch musk, stale piss, and what she could only assume was the smell of unwashed foreskin. She had a brief moment of desire to run her tongue under that turtleneck of skin to see what it tasted like but quickly turned her head away to banish such a thought.

James laughed at the little slut as he watched her reaction to his proud black dick. She was just like every other white bitch on campus, a secret black cock whore just waiting for her first taste. 

The black man cleared his throat and said, “You like what you see bitch?”

Tara shook her head and said, “No, you’ve got some nerve standing there naked in front of me. I really need to leave for class right now.”

James took a step toward her and said, “You can touch it if you want a little girl. It won’t bite you no matter how angry it gets.”

Tara glanced sideways at the massive cock before saying, “No! I’m not like that. Now I really have to leave.” But even as she said the words she heard her resolve fading.

James knew he had her when she turned back and looked at his cock again with wide open eyes so he took another step toward her placing his crotch just inches from her face.

Tara’s head swam from the strong, manly odor of his package and she looked closely for the first time really getting a good look at this man’s pride and joy. The thick cock was easily the width of her arm and hung down in front of a pair of tennis ball sized testicles. She wondered off handedly if she could even grip those huge balls in her tiny hand and blushed as she silently wished James would allow it. Silly girl, of course he would.

As Tara’s eyes made their way to the thick patch of wiry black hair resting atop the man’s crotch she noticed how the hair was pressed down and damp with sweat, beads of moisture gathering in the bush like an oasis for a thirsty woman. She wanted to taste this man in every way possible starting with the sweat on his balls. 

James smiled down at Tara and gently placed his hand on her head. The white girl moved as if to escape his grasp but stayed in place despite better nature. “You can touch it now girl. In fact I insist you do.”

Tara blinked in shame but slowly reached up as if in a trance to gently slide her fingers along the pulsing black shaft feeling the blood flow in the organ. She wrapped her fingers around its girth and found her tiny hands not up to the task of fully surrounding the hot meat.

Without thinking, Tara used her other hand to encircle the throbbing cock and began sliding both hands up and down its length. She marveled at the way the foreskin moved in conjunction with her hands and delighted at the sight of a large mushroom shaped head peeking out each time she pulled the skin down toward the balls. She felt the sweat and heat from the huge dick and moaned in pleasure at its silky texture, savouring the sensations of touch and smell that made her little pink pussy wet with desire.

James said, “That’s it little cow, keep stroking, faster now, faster.”

Tara didn’t even blink at being called a cow again she just did what this strong black man commanded. She began stroking his cock harder and faster watching it grow to its full length of nearly a full foot long. Tara was moving her dainty hands in rapid motion and couldn’t help but become entranced in the contrasting colors before her eyes. Her small pink hands completely contrasted with the dark ebony skin of the cock before her and she felt pride in her actions.

James continued a litany of encouraging words above Tara’s head as she played his cock like a finely tuned instrument. “That’s it slut, jack that cock. Stroke it good you whore. Yeah, jack daddy off baby. Show me what you’re good for bitch. Yeah, all you white girls just want a black dick in your lives. Stroke it you big titted heffer, make those udders shake.”

His words only encouraged Tara and she felt a momentary disappointment at herself for allowing her power as a woman to be trampled on like this. Was this black bully right? Was she a whore for black cock? At the moment she simply didn’t care at all.

As Tara picked up speed James began to moan in pleasure and the little girl could feel his balls begin to tighten. She was completely inexperienced with a man’s equipment as she’d only ever touched her boyfriend John’s tiny pecker but she assumed correctly this man was about to explode.

James grunted loudly then sprayed the first shot of thick cum right into Tara’s hair. The poor girl tried to duck away but the long ropes of sticky white fluid kept coming. Three, then four, and then five shots all hitting her in the face before dripping down onto her massive tits making her shiver in shame.

James looked down at his new toy and grinned at the mess he’d made before quickly dressing and exiting the room. Poor Tara picked herself up and tried her best to clean off the disgusting load of cum covering her face and tits using just her own panties as a cloth. She checked quickly in the mirror before deciding nothing more could be done and left her room in tears heading for class. 

Unknown to the blonde pledge, Brittany and James stood around the corner watching her leave hugging each other close and laughing at the white girl’s plight. There plan had worked perfectly and now that Tara had her first taste of black dick, they knew it wouldn’t be her last.  

Part 2

With her classes done for the day, and the shame of this morning's activities over, Tara met her boyfriend at a local cafe for an early dinner. Tara had done her best throughout the day to wash away Brittany’s and James’ cum from her hair and face but the scent of the domineering, sorority president and her boyfriend was still evident coming off the poor girl in waves. Tara’s boyfriend, John, noticed the scent immediately and felt his little white penis start to harden at the fragrant odor. John had no idea the suffering Tara endured at the hands of her sponsor so the poor white boy thought his girlfriend just naturally smelled like sex all the time, a fact he’d grown to enjoy as it kept him horny every time he was near her. For the timid white boy this was an additional torture as he still hadn’t gotten far sexually with Tara. A handjob once oin a while was all he’d ever experienced so just sitting across from her in a restaurant gave him a painful boner as he could focus on nothing other than her erotic smell. If only he knew what caused the scent covering his lovely girlfriend.

Tara was explaining to John that tonight was the big lottery for the pledges and after this final hazing was over she would finally be a real sister and all the bullshit she’d been putting up with would be over. When John asked again what kind of bullshit she was talking about she gave him the same excuse about not being allowed to divulge sorority secrets. All she would say was that one pledge would prove herself soon and all the pledges would become full sisters. Tara even hinted that after the stress of rush week was over she would be ready to give herself to John. They would both finally lose their virginity together after waiting patiently for so long. 

“I love you so much sweetie, I can’t wait for your pledging to be over so we can finally be together the way we’ve wanted to for so long”. John said. “In fact, it’s all I’ve been able to think about for months now. I’m becoming addicted to you in every way. I love your beautiful body, your perfect face, and even your magnificent scent. I love the way you smell so much it makes me excited every time I’m near you.”

Poor Tara knew what scent her boyfriend was referring to but simply smiled at him and dreamed of a day when she wouldn’t be covered in that horrible couple’s sticky secretions. 

“I know dear, I feel the same way. I just want this craziness to be over so we can spend more time together. Especially in bed together. I need to be with you the way we’ve discussed. You know, intimately.” Tara said blushing over the clumsy wording. She’d never been comfortable talking about anything sexy because of her country upbringing. 

John smiled at her and blushed himself as he was also a stranger to any sort of sexy talk. He’d been raised in a religious household and had always been a very polite young man who respected women too much to ever speak of them in a manner such as he’d heard other boys his age use, especially here at college. It seemed no one had any respect for women the way his father had taught him. 

John was the type of young man to pull out a chair for a lady while dining, or hold a door, or walk on the outside near traffic. He’d been taught to hold women in high regard, a fact that caused his roommates and other boys on campus to laugh at him behind his back and even to his face on several occasions. John was not the type to stand up for himself either since he didn’t have the build nor the temperament for it. John was what many would call a wimp. He was small in stature, standing only 5’4” in height and weighing in at a measly 125lbs. He’d been pushed around his entire life due to his size and he’d never once fought back as he was terminally shy and always afraid of conflict. He’d grown up in an all white neighborhood and this experience in college was the first time he’d ever interacted with any people of color. John quickly found he was terrified of black people in general but black men especially. Their innate power, confidence, and rough mannerisms made him feel inferior in every way. 

The fact that poor John looked feminine and moved like a woman made things much worse. His hair was a very light brown and hung to his shoulders in a wavy style that looked more like a teenage girl’s hair than that of a man of any age. John had little to no body hair to speak of which made him a target any time he’d had to be in a locker room with other boys. He could not grow one single hair on his face, his pit hairs could be counted; they were so sparse, and the light color of them made them impossible to see. As for the poor boy's arms and legs, they were barely covered at all and the hair you could find on them was a very light blond, fine hair like a young woman would have on her. But the worse thing was his miniature penis. Forget the fact there was no hair to speak of near his package, the boy’s balls were the size of small marbles and his penis looked like a small child’s thumb. When John was soft his penis measured one and a half inches in length and after becoming erect it stood tall and proud at a full three and a half inches. This was a fact poor Tara didn’t know at all. Not that she had anything to compare with but she’d heard the other girls talking and knew what an average sized penis should measure. 

Tara stared lovingly across the table at John blissfully aware of his shortcomings and dreaming of the time when they could be together in that special way. As the two lovers sat staring at each other their reverie was interrupted when a tall, muscular, black stud in a jacket for the Beta Beta Delta fraternity stepped up to the table and took a seat right next to Tara. John became uneasy right away as the BBDs were notorious on campus as a rough and domineering crowd which added to his already strong fear of black men. The rumor on campus was that BBD stood for Big Black Dick, the joke being that BBC wouldn’t work due to the missing letter C in the Greek alphabet. John looked across at the intruder and hoped the big, bull of a man wasn’t here to cause any trouble.

“Hey little sister” the black stud said to Tara, “You’re one of the new pledges for the Tri Delts aren’t you? That’s our sister sorority so you and I are going to be a part of the same Greek family soon. My name’s Tyrell by the way, what’s yours?”

Tara smiled at the handsome black man and said, “I’m Tara, it’s nice to meet you. Will you be at the lottery party tonight?”

Tyrell said, “I wouldn’t miss it even if it wasn’t mandatory. That party is always a good time. It’s my senior year so it’ll be my last one. I’m hoping this party will be the best one yet to send me off with a bang.”

The way Tyrell glared at her with such stern focus made Tara blush and had her heart racing. She swore she felt her pussy quiver and start to moisten as the black man looked her up and down. She said, “Oh I’m sure it’ll be a lot of fun. I know my fellow pledges are looking forward to it. Will all of your brothers be there tonight?”

“Oh hell yes” Tyrell said. “This is the biggest party of the semester for us. We just love a chance to mingle with all you pretty white girls. It’s good for racial harmony and all that shit.” He said with an evil grin.

At that moment John loudly cleared his throat as he’d become quite nervous with all the focused attention Tyrell was displaying toward Tara. The pretty sorority pledge stared into Tyrell’s eyes for a few seconds before tearing her gaze away to look over at poor John. 

“Oh, I almost forgot. Tyrell, this is my boyfriend John.” Tara said quietly.

Tyrell never even looked in John’s direction but merely grunted once and continued talking to Tara as if the white boy didn’t even exist.

“So pretty lady, I’ll be looking forward to seeing you tonight. I know one of you pledges will be selected to honor the bond between our houses. Maybe if you’re lucky it’ll be you. That would be off the fucking hook.” Tyrell said as he leered obscenely at the quivering white girl. He knew the deck was already stacked and that Tara would be the chosen one. He couldn’t wait to have his time with this big titted slut. Oh the things he would do to her. Damn!

Tara gasped as her breath caught in her throat because the look she received from Tyrell was one full of sexual tension. Tara had never experienced such an erotic thrill from simply staring into another person’s eyes before and she blushed from head to toe over the attention. 

John watched the exchange with dread. He was certain this black bully was hitting on his girl and was equally worried that Tara didn’t seem to notice. He saw how Tara squirmed in her seat under the black man’s scrutiny and wanted desperately to intervene, so the scrawny white boy cleared his throat again and spoke up for the first time.

“So, um it um sounds like this party will be epic. Um, I sure wish I was going. Hehe, yep it sounds like quite a shindig.” The awkward white boy said.

Tyrell slowly turned his head toward John and said, “Shindig? What the fuck you on about white boy? Can’t you see we’re having a conversation here? This shit is Greek business and it’s not for the uninitiated so mind your manners.”

Tara had the grace to look embarrassed for John but she said and did nothing to assist her floundering boyfriend hoping he would come to his own aid and prove himself a man.

Instead John did exactly what Tyrell expected and lowered his eyes to the tabletop and mumbled what sounded like an apology. 

Tyrell grinned at the humbled white boy and turned back to Tara tracing his gaze up and down her body, stopping long enough to stare lustfully at her enormous tits. Tara saw where the black man was focusing his attention and felt her nipples standing straight out at attention under her straining shirt. She’d never felt so exposed in her life and began to shiver under the black man’s scrutiny. 

Tyrell licked his lips before moving his gaze up from the shapely blonde’s tits to her shimmering eyes. “Damn girl you are something else. I can see why the Triple D’s wanted you. You’re going to make a fine little sister for me and the other brothers. I can’t wait to introduce you to all my homies tonight. They all gonna get sprung when they get a look at your fine ass.”

Tara looked at John for a second to see if he had the guts to say anything to protect her honor only to find her boyfriend very interested in the top of the table. She began to get angry over his lack of concern as the black stud clearly hit on her in front of him. 

Just then Tyrell stood up to say his goodbyes and his crotch was suddenly mere inches from Tara’s face. The innocent white girl saw the throbbing bulge in Tyrell’s jeans and caught a strong whiff of the manly scent wafting from his package. The pure testosterone and pheromones projecting from Tyrell’s crotch made her head swim and she felt her pussy begin to leak copious amounts of lubricating fluid. Tara was so enthralled that she couldn’t even turn away and instead stared directly at Tyrell’s bulging cock as he said goodbye to her. The poor girl was mesmerized by the smell of black cock and her mind jumped back to this morning’s humiliation.  

“Anyway, I gotta bail Tee. I’ll get with you tonight. We’re going to get to know each other real well before the evening is over.” the black stud said as he leaned down and kissed the startled pledge quickly on her full, pouty lips. Tyrell smiled as he heard a groan from the humiliated white boy across the table and loved the look of shock and lust on the wimp’s big titted girlfriend.

“Um, yes. Yes, I’ll see you later Tyrell. It was nice meeting you.” Tara stammered awkwardly. 

But before she could gain her bearings Tyrell was walking away and Tara found herself following his tight ass with her eyes wanting desperately to chase him down and lick the sweat from his balls. John watched this entire display and was dismayed to find his girlfriend didn’t even notice he was still here. The white boy quickly tried to start a conversation with his girlfriend changing the subject from her coming encounter with an entire fraternity full of men like Tyrell but Tara seemed distracted and soon excused herself from the table without even giving him a goodbye kiss. The white boy was quick to notice the last kiss his sweet girlfriend had received had been from that towering brute of a black bull. 

As his eyes filled with tears, John watched his love walk away and was terrified of what this evening held for their relationship. He was extremely depressed over the fact he was not allowed to attend the party tonight and knew his faith in Tara was going to be tested.

Part 3

When Tara returned to the room she shared with Brittany she found the bossy girl laying out an outfit that she knew she’d be forced to wear. She was well aware of Brittany’s penchant for humiliating her and knew as a pledge she had no choice but to obey any and all commands made by the president if she ever wanted to be a full sister. 

Brittany turned to Tara as the worried pledge entered the room and said, “Damn skank, you stink. I’m sure my wonderful scent was a pleasure to wear all day but now that it’s mixed with your inferior sweat it just smells like a fish market on a hot summer day.”

Tara lowered her head and mumbled, “Yes Miss Brittany, you’re right, I do smell bad. I’m sorry for ruining the air in your magnificent presence.”

Brittany laughed at the poor girl’s submissive nature and said, “It’s time for a bath so we can get ready for the party so follow me slut.” And with that the snotty princess left the room and walked to the bathroom across the hall with Tara following like a wounded puppy.

Upon entering the bathroom Tara began running the bath water making sure it was the perfect temperature for her tormentor while Brittany started to disrobe. Tara had been forced to bathe Brittany several times already and knew from experience how to behave. She used several bath oils and scented lotions to make the water perfect for Brittany and waited patiently until the older girl was seated in the tub before removing her own clothing in preparation for her dreaded duties.

Brittany sighed in bliss as she felt the warm water soaking her delicate skin. She felt a comforting tingle from the assorted oils and lotions and closed her eyes to enjoy her lofty position as president, loving the fact that she had a young woman acting as nothing more than a slave to her. She loved her life as top dog of the Tri Delts and actually felt she deserved this treatment as she was obviously superior to a big titted cow like Tara.

Brittany spoke to her slave without opening her eyes, saying, “You can get started with my feet slut and since we have a little time I’ll take a nice soft foot rub before you start washing me. Oh and instead of your hands use those massive udders of yours to massage my tired feet.”

Tara slipped quietly into the oversized tub placing herself at the feet of her superior and sitting in the lotus position so as not to crowd Brittany in any way. She lifted the bossy girl’s foot by the ankle and placed it between her now wet boobs and gripping each tit on either side. She began working the flesh of her mammaries over her bully’s foot in a slow circular pattern. 

Brittany squinted a quick look and smiled in evil pleasure at the depraved act she’d forced another human being into performing. She felt truly powerful as she watched a grown woman using her own breasts to massage her foot. The look of abject humiliation on Tara’s face was like candy to the cruel sorority president.

“Squeeze harder cow” the bully said, and Tara complied with tears filling her eyes. 

Tara pressed the flesh of her soft tits against her tormentor’s foot and gave the woman the best foot massage she could sniffling in shame the entire time. She could feel every callus, every jagged toenail, and could smell the brutal odor of a sweaty, funky foot after a long day in stockings. The cheesy stink was making Tara nauseated and she wished her sponsor would have allowed her to wash the smelly foot before rubbing it all over her delicate breasts.

Occasionally Brittany would squeeze some of Tara’s malleable tit flesh between her toes eliciting a small squeak of pain from her inferior pet which only made the bully laugh softly to herself. She sighed in pleasure at the feeling of the huge tits mashing her foot and rubbing away the day’s dirt and sweat. The oils and lotions from the bath were covering Tara’s huge tits and made for a smooth, soft, and warm home for Brittany’s foul smelling foot.

“Time for the other foot bitch” Brittany exclaimed to the troubled Tara making the poor girl jump in frightened obedience before gently laying down the finished left foot and starting the process over with the right.

“Yes Miss Brittany, it’s my pleasure to serve you with my big cow tits.” Tara said sniffing back tears at having to say such a horrible thing. She prayed John would never know how far she’d had to sink in order to be accepted into this cherished and exclusive club.

Tara began wincing in pain as the tender flesh of her massive tits became red and sore from the constant pressure of massaging her sponsor’s nasty feet. The poor girl was crying openly now but doing so quietly so as not to disturb Brittany’s relaxation. After several minutes Brittany opened her eyes and commanded Tara to begin washing her body. 

Tara picked up the big, blue luffa from the side of the tub and after applying an expensive imported soap she began to slowly wash Brittany’s feet one at a time. She worked gently up each ankle one at a time to the dimpled knees of her tormentor before moving up slowly toward the cruel woman’s crotch. Tara knew from experience to stop at the tops of Brittany’s thighs before replacing the blue luffa with the pink one. Brittany had color coded sponges for each part of her body as she never wanted the one that touched her feet anywhere near her face or pussy. 

Tara used the pink luffa to gently wipe away the day’s dirt and sweat from Brittany’s arms, back, and stomach. She picked up a soft yellow cloth and using a different soap began to wipe clean Brittany’s face and neck. Tara took her time on the more mundane parts of Brittany’s body as she dreaded what was to come.

As Brittany smirked down at her pet, Tara began soaping up her own boobs before using them to wash Brittany’s smaller and more perky tits. Tara blushed fiercely as she slowly rubbed her udders up and down and in alternating circles all over Brittany’s teardrop shaped breasts. The shame Tara felt was unsurmountable as she felt her nipples getting hard from the sensation of washing another woman’s chest with her tits. Brittany insisted Tara stared directly into her eyes as she tended to her duties and shivered in the brilliant feeling of true power over another adult human being. 

The sobbing Tara kept up the manipulation of her tits on Brittany’s chest for several minutes until the smirking president felt she’d been humiliated enough and ordered her to stop. Tara used a plastic cup to rinse her bully’s tits clean of the soap suds before moving on to the worst part of the bath.

For this part Brittany stood up in the tub and towered over her inferior as she waited for her most private valley to be cleaned. Tara used an expensive and flower scented shampoo to lather her own hair till it was full of sweet smelling suds.

As Tara stalled in her duties Brittany slapped the girl across her face and said, “Let’s go cow! I don’t have all day!”

Tara sniffled out, “Yes Miss Brittany” before gripping twin handfuls of her own lovely, blonde hair and using it to scrub Brittany’s clean shaven pussy. Never had the poor girl been this humiliated and even though it wasn’t the first time, it still felt as horrible as it did from the beginning. 

Brittany laughed and said, “Damn slut your hair makes a perfect rag to wash my cunt. It’s really all that stringy mop is good for any way. I love the way it feels on my perfect pussy. I don’t know how I’ll ever go back to washing it with a luffa after having your hair as my wash cloth.”

Tara was in hell as she replied, “Thank you Miss Brittany. I’m glad you were able to find a use for my stringy hair. It does make a perfect wash rag for your perfect pussy and I’m honored to be used in such a way.”

Brittany lifted her left leg onto the rim of the tub and said, “Don’t forget the back door cow. You’ve spent enough time on the front, now do the back.”

Tara was unable to form words so she quietly lowered her head between Brittany’s legs and began to scrub the mean girl’s ass crack with her golden tresses. While Brittany thrilled at the raw power she held over this little country mouse, Tara wept in misery at the greatest humiliation she’d ever imagined. Just knowing her beautiful hair, something she was so proud of in the past, was being used as nothing more than toilet paper for this rich bitch was breaking poor Tara’s spirit. She wiped gently up and down Brittany’s sweaty ass cleaning every nook and cranny before Brittany squatted down and using her full, plump ass pressed Tara’s face into the bath water. As Brittany wiggled her ass all over Tara’s head the water from the tub splashed up and rinsed away the shampoo covering her buttocks and when she felt she was free of most of the suds the bitchy sorority president simply stepped out of the bath leaving a gasping Tara a shivering mess in the dirty water.

“Use my waste water to wash yourself, then meet me back in our room so we can get you dressed. I’ll give you 5 minutes you nasty cow so hurry your ass up.” Brittany commanded.

“Yes Miss Brittany, right away” the pitiful Tara said as she rushed to wash the day’s shame from her own skin. 

“Soon” Tara thought, “Soon I’ll be her equal and this nightmare will be over. I can’t wait for tonight’s activities so I can finally become a full sister.”

As Tara finished bathing herself she stepped from the tub and quickly dried herself with Brittany’s used towel before rushing off to their shared room to see what dreadful outfit her tormentor had picked for her to wear tonight. 

Part 4

That evening as Tara entered the main room in the sorority house she was not surprised at the sight before her. The sisters were all dressed in their sexiest dresses, all looking like they were on their way out for a fancy date. They were all stunning, the creme de la creme of the campus hotties all gathered in one place. Brittany and the other sisters stood in stark contrast to the pledges who were all dressed like common street whores, a tradition going back to the early days of the sorority. Pledges were nothing but sluts and slaves in the eyes of the sisters and they made certain each of the girls they sponsored looked the part for the final initiation party. 

Anyone looking in for the first time would think Delta Delta Delta was full of racists as every girl in attendance was white complected but that onlooker would be absolutely wrong in that assumption. The reason for the monochromatic membership was quite simple, black women were far too intelligent to join this particular sorority. It was widely known the Tri Delts were nothing but fuck meat for their brother fraternity, BBC. You see, a black woman dates a black man, marries a black man, is respected by a black man, but white girls are just fuck puppets for any swinging black dick. The girls of DDD were nothing but toys for the black brothers to use any way they wanted so no self respecting black girl would ever join this slave harem. 

As Brittany looked around the room at her kingdom she was proud of the long standing tradition of service to the black man. She was, just as her mother had been before her, a proud black cock slut and a true queen of spades. She was thrilled with her reputation on campus as the leader of this particular club and was equally thrilled with this year’s crop of new recruits. Keeping her pledges in the dark, pun intended, was what she considered a sacred honor and tonight would be the unveiling of the true purpose of DDD to these unsuspecting little sluts. Brittany couldn’t wait for the activities to begin and was becoming moist between her thighs at the prospect. As she glared at her personal pet, Tara, entering the room she was particularly happy to be enacting her plans to bring the country girl down a peg. That little slut would learn not only how to be of service to all black cock, but she would also learn the true nature of all white boys like that wimp John she was currently dating. Yes, tonight would be an epic night for certain.

Tara looked nervous as she crossed the room to grab a drink for Brittany from the bar. She knew without asking that her big sister would expect her to fetch her some refreshment. She was dressed in the most uncomfortable outfit her big sister had ever laid out for her. Her hair was teased out in what could only be described as a slutty stripper’s style and her face was painted like that of a two dollar whore. She wore deep red lipstick that shone from her white skin like a beacon. Her eyes were heavily shaded in hooker blue eyeshadow and a liberal amount of rouge made her hold the look of a constant blush. 

Once she’d gotten over the shock of her hair and makeup the embarrassed blonde took stock of her wardrobe. She wore a white tee shirt that had been cut in several places to make it look as slutty as possible. The collar had been cut off so her decolletage was on full whorish display to any and all. The sleeves had been cut from the shirt as had its bottom half, leaving a tiny covering that strained to hold in Tara’s massive tits. On the front of the shirt in red cursive letters were the words, Fun Bags, which actually brought a tear to her eye when she first saw what was written. Her shorts could have been called Daisy Dukes if not for the fact that Brittany had cut them even shorter making the seat of the shorts ride up Tara’s ass crack like the thong she’d been forced to wear. The shorts were so tight the poor girl had a perpetual camel toe that was so clear one could almost tell her pussy had been shaved clean. On her feet were a pair of bright red, six inch, stiletto heels that kept Tara off balance all night long. Brittany was quite proud of the way her slut looked in comparison to all the other pledges and knew Tara would win the Sluttiest Sister award tonight.

Brittany stood tall and proud as she watched the pledges scurrying about serving drinks to the sisters and waiting on them hand and foot. She remembered her time as a pledge and how rotten her sponsor had been toward her and smiled at the memories she had of humiliating Tara at every step. She would miss having her own personal slave once Tara was made a sister so she planned to make the most of the time she had left. That’s why she was fixing the lottery to ensure her pet would be tormented further and possibly crushed by the humiliation to come. 

Tara stepped toward Brittany and slowly sank to her knees before the president offering her a martini on a silver tray from her position of supplication. Brittany barely acknowledged Tara as she picked up her drink and took a sip. She looked out at the gathered sisters and saw the same scene unfolding around the room. Pledges served their betters from their knees with bowed heads while the sisters stood proudly like princesses at a ball. 

Brittany tapped her ring against her glass to bring the room to order and feeling the power of a queen, began the party with aplomb. “Ladies and skanks, welcome to the annual lottery and pledge initiation. I just know this year’s crop of nasty sluts will make adequate sisters once we allow them the privilege of joining our ranks. I know my own personal pet here would love to believe she’s Tri Delt material and if she’s lucky enough to make it through tonight we may just find out.”

Tara cringed at being called a pet by the snotty brunette but kept her head down and said a silent prayer to get this night over with. She had no idea what was in store, just that there would be a party with several humiliating tasks involved and that the night would culminate with the lottery to decide which pledge would make a ceremonial sacrifice on behalf of all the pledges. What this sacrifice entailed was the best kept secret of the Tri Delts and frankly scared Tara to death. She prayed again that she would not be the unlucky lottery winner. 

Brittany continued with, “Now I know all of you crawling little puppies want to get tonight over so you can join your betters as full sisters but there are a few things you’ll need to do to prove your fidelity to our illustrious organization. First off will be the Sluttiest Sister contest so line up skanks and be rated by the women you dream of someday becoming.”

Tara joined the other pledges in forming a line before Brittany and the other sisters as the elegantly dressed women stood in judgement of the slutty attire of their underlings. The sisters walked down the line making rude comments about each of the pledges and admiring the clothing choices made by each sponsor. 

Tara took notice of each nasty remark as she wished herself invisible with each passing moment. 

One sister said to a pledge, “Oh my god, Becky you smell like a whorehouse and I swear your butt looks like a plastic bag full of cottage cheese.” Which brought cruel laughter from the sisters and tears from poor Becky.

Another comment was, “Damn Stacy, your camel toe is so thick it looks like you have a cock buried in your panties. How fucking thick are your cunt lips anyway? That’s just disgusting.”

Still another, “Brenda how old are you really? Because your tits sag like my grandma and those nipples are poking out at least two inches. What the fuck girl, why are you wearing a tube top anyway? I know you’re nothing but trailer trash but you could have at least tried not to look like a gutter whore.” Despite the fact that everyone knew Brenda hadn’t picked out her own outfit.

Then it was Tara’s turn and the comments were hurtful in a savage way. “Look at the size of those melons on Tara,” one sister said. “They are fucking massive! No wonder your shirt says fun bags, I’m sure you let every guy down on the farm play with them at one time or another. Or did you save them for your brother and your daddy you little country slut.”

Tara sniffed in shame as the torment went on. “It’s not her tits that amaze me” another sister said, “It’s that bubble butt she’s dragging around. I thought only city girls had ghetto booty but damn that’s a huge ass.”

Then Brittany stepped up with, “Oh I know my little doggy looks like a complete slut with her bimbo titties and ass but you girls don’t have to share a room with her. You should she the snail trails she leaves on all the furniture. She’s constantly horny from the looks of it and her nasty cunt is dripping all the time. I swear my room smells like fish tacos day and night from that whore.”

Tara was in tears at this point just like all the pledges and was having second thoughts about the sorority as a whole when the voting began and the pledges were ordered to their knees.

It was a unanimous decision by the sisters and Tara won the contest. Her reward was that she had to remove her shirt and shorts, place pasties over her nipples and large areola, and spend the rest of the night tottering around on high heels in a gstring and nipple shields like a stripper in a ghetto gentlemen’s club. The poor girl was sobbing when she stripped down to her humiliating outfit and her entire body was a deep red blush. She hoped to see some form of solidarity from the other pledges but they all smiled at her cruelly as if they were just happy it wasn’t them in this position.

A series of contests followed, each one more humiliating than the last. First the girls all had to crawl around blindfolded and try to sniff out the panties their sponsors had worn all day. The sisters laughed as their doggies sniffed around on their hands and knees searching for a dirty pair of panties belonging to their big sister. It was no contest as Tara won quickly making the sisters laugh at her familiarity with Brittany’s scent.

Then came a drinking contest where each pledge had to lick shots of vodka from their sponsor’s feet and the floor around them. The first one to finish got the honor of then drinking a beer out of a leather, thigh high boot the sisters had bought from a stripper in a club downtown. Of course dear Tara won again as her fear of Brittany made her eager to finish first.

Then came the dildo fetch. The sisters brought out their unwashed dildos and took turns tossing them across the room while their pets crawled after them. The pledges had to retrieve the dildos and crawl back to their sponsor with their asses wagging like a little puppy dog. After many threats from Brittany, Tara unfortunately lost this event, and was forced to beg forgiveness from Brittany for embarrassing her. The sisters and even the other pledges laughed at the poor girl as she knelt before her sponsor and kissed her feet begging for mercy. It had become clear to everyone in the room that Tara was the lowest of the low and even the pledges had lost respect for her despite their own humiliation over the initiation. 

When it came time for the lottery no one except Tara was surprised by the outcome. The other sisters knew of their president’s plan all along but now even the pledges suspected that Tara had been singled out when her name was called in the drawing. The pledges were all thankful to have stayed off Brittany’s radar and instead of feeling sorry for Tara, were now eager to watch the big titted whore be degraded for the amusement of a roomful of spoiled brats.

Brittany asked Tara to kneel next to her in front of the assembled crowd to receive her assignment and just as the big titted girl reached her knees the doorbell rang and Brittany exclaimed, “Oh good, our guests are here and right on time. Let them in please and bring them here.” She asked one of the sisters.

Tara heard a crowd of voices and immediately tried to hide her near nakedness from whomever it was that was approaching but Brittany stopped her with a sharp word and a slap to the back of her head. So the poor girl knelt in fear as the room began to fill with large muscular black men all wearing the colors of BBD, the brother fraternity to DDD. 

These men were amazing to look at as none of them was under six feet in height and every one of them was chiseled from marble. They were all muscular and sculpted to look like every woman’s wet dream, from their six pack abs to their broad shoulders and weight toned arms and legs. These were gods among men and every sister and pledge found themselves becoming wet between the thighs at the sight of the brothers.

The tallest and most striking of them all stood next to Brittany and put his arms around her shoulders. Tara cringed as James stood next to Brittany and smiled down at her as she knew he was remembering how he’d humiliated and abused her back in her room. Tara was mortified as the men all stared at her near naked tits and her barely covered pussy making rude comments about what a slut she must be to kneel there like she was owned.

James said, “So your little cow was the winner of the great lottery this year huh? Looks like she’s a natural. Can’t wait to see her in action.”

Brittany replied, “Well we were just getting to her initiation chore when you boys showed up so behave yourself and we’ll fill her in on what’s expected of her.”

Tara blinked back tears as she looked around the crowded room at the couples forming. Every sister had a boyfriend in the frat and the pledges were being introduced to the remaining men as if they were being given to them as prizes. Not one of the girls seemed to mind however as they all felt blessed to be in the company of such strong and handsome men. 

Then Tara’s eyes landed on Tyrell and she was even more humiliated as the boy she had silently lusted after smirked down at her as if she were trash. Thank god she still had John in her life she thought to herself. No matter what happened here tonight, she always had a good man waiting for her.

Just then Brittany grabbed a handful of Tara’s long blonde hair and pulled her head back so the poor girl was looking up at her tormentor with fear in her eyes. “Now listen slut, it’s time you learn what your task is tonight. As you know the lottery was designed to foster sisterhood by choosing one pledge to represent the entire group’s devotion to our beloved sorority. This year you were chosen fair and square by our tested and true lottery system. So here’s the deal, you will contact your boyfriend and invite him to this party. You’ll be allowed to change into an outfit more befitting your relationship with him,” she was then interrupted by booing from the assembled crowd and had to raise her hand for silence, “and you will spend some quality time convincing him that you want nothing more than to experience a three way with him and one of our BBD brothers.”

At this Tara tried to get to her feet and began begging for Brittany to release her. “No! That’s insane! I won’t ruin my relationship with John for anything. I refuse! You can’t make me!”

Brittany calmly spoke in a soft voice to her pet saying, “No we can’t make you. We would never make you do anything. Everything you’ve done up till now to become a sister has been of your own free will and everything you do going forward will be as well.”

“Then that’s it! I quit! I’m done with all this craziness and I’m especially done with you Brittany! You’ve been horrible to me and I’ve had enough. I will not drag a sweet boy like John into this madness.” Tara said, still struggling to get to her feet.

“Well that’s perfectly fine dear” Brittany said to her. “You are absolutely free to quit anytime you like. But, before you go I have to remind you of a couple of things. First, when you become a sister, everything that’s ever been said or done in this house stays in this house. Everything. Second, when you forfeit that privilege you give up that right to privacy so everything you’ve done and said in this house can be discussed by any member of BBD and DDD. I mean I wouldn’t talk about you, ever. I swear. But just look around this room. There are a hell of a lot of people here all with their own social media accounts. I can’t force any of them to keep quiet about someone who isn’t a member of this sorority. I can however ensure that anything that has happened or will happen stays locked in the vault that is fidelity to the Greek way of life.”

Tara tried several times to speak but just couldn’t find the words. She looked around the crowd of smirking faces and found no mercy anywhere. She knew Brittany was right. This group would destroy her life if she quit. She really had no choice but to follow through with her initiation.

Tara lowered her head and with tears running down her cheeks said, “Ok, you’re right Miss Brittany. I do want to be a sister more than anything. I’ll call John and invite him to the party.”

Brittany smiled and said, “And?”

Tara knew she’d been defeated and sobbed out, “And, then I’ll convince him to have a three way with me and one of the brothers. I suppose it doesn’t make any difference to you that John and I have never had sex before? We were saving ourselves for marriage.”

Brittany laughed and said, “Really? You’re both virgins? That’s amazing! Wow, this is going to be the best pledge lottery ever! Now let me introduce your partner in deflowering your boyfriend, Tara meet Tyrell.”

Tara began crying openly as she saw the savage look in Tyrell’s eyes and the realization dawned on her finally that this had all been a setup from the start. The sobbing girl’s tits heaved up and down making every man in the place lust after her as several sisters led her away to make a phone call and change her outfit.

Part 5

John found that he was shivering with excitement as he entered the sorority house for the first time. He’d been extremely curious about Tara’s extracurricular activities and couldn’t wait to experience a sorority party first hand. As the miniature white boy entered the main room he was taken aback by the sight before him. The room was filled with beautiful white women and impressively built, handsome black men. John had known DDD’s brother frat was an all black house but the truth of it hadn’t really hit him till just this second. These men were brutally handsome and the women were terminally pretty, a dangerous mixture, especially with alcohol involved. 

Tara ran up and hugged John kissing him fiercely on the lips and he sensed right away that something was bothering her. John tried to break off the embrace but Tara held tightly as if she were afraid to let go. When the lovers finally parted Tara’s eyes glistened with tears and she said, “I’m so glad to see you sweetie! I’ve missed you terribly.”

John stared into her eyes for any hint of what might be bothering her and said, “Is everything alright Tara? You seem a bit upset.”

“Not at all,” Tara said. “I’m fine. I just missed you and wanted to be with you tonight. I’m celebrating becoming a sister and I want to party with you.”

John was thrilled with this news and looked around the room proudly as he imagined every man in the room was jealous of him for being with such a beautiful woman as Tara. The naive white boy gladly accepted a drink from his love and moved with her toward the couch.

No sooner had the white couple sat on the couch but that pain in the ass Tyrell came over and sat on the other side of Tara making John angry and jealous immediately. 

“Hey there Tara,” Tyrell said, ignoring John completely. “How are you this fine evening? You sure look hot as hell tonight baby.”

John could not believe the nerve of this man and was about to say something when his lovely girlfriend spoke up instead. “Oh I’m doing great Tee. I’m glad you’re here. I thought this party would suck but now that you’re here I know it’ll be a great time.”

John was shocked by Tara’s behavior but before he could say anything he was interrupted again, this time by Tyrell.

“Listen Tara, I have a really great bottle of scotch here and I’d love to share with you and I guess your friend too.” The smiling black man said.

Tara said, “That’s so kind of you to share. Thanks very much.”

John noticed she hadn’t corrected Tyrell’s error so he said, “Um, boyfriend.”

Tara and Tyrell both looked at him with what seemed like disgust at the rude interruption and Tyrell said, “The fuck you just say boy?”

John squirmed in his seat and clearing his throat said, “Um, well, you said friend but I’m her boyfriend. Um, that’s all I was saying.”

Tara felt her heart breaking for poor John but she’d been given strict orders to treat him a certain way so she looked at him with disappointment and said, “Yes, I guess that’s right. Johnnie here is my boyfriend. I hate to leave the little fella out of things so I suppose we’ll have to share with him too Tee.”

Tyrell laughed and said, “Boyfriend huh? Accent on the boy part I guess. Say Janey, how’d you get a fine ass woman like Tara anyway?”

John blinked several times not sure what was happening and said, “Um, it’s Johnnie, I mean John, not Janey. And I ‘got’ her by being a gentleman.”

Both Tara and Tyrell laughed at this and Tara’s heart broke a little more at the way she was humiliating her loving boyfriend. But she quickly got herself together as she realized she had no choice in the matter and must move things along. 

Tara poured each of them a double shot of whiskey and at Tyrell’s insistence they all drank it down in one gulp. Both Tara and John choked and coughed at the strength of the drink while Tyrell just smiled at how easy this would be.

Another shot was poured for the trio and they drank it down quickly making John’s eyes water. Tara on the other hand having been licking vodka from the floor and drinking beer from a stripper’s boot was gaining her drinking legs rather quickly. By the time they’d downed the fourth shot John was getting rather sloppy with Tara coming in a close second. Tyrell on the other hand was handling things just fine and had been steering the conversation toward the bedroom.

“So Janey, I mean Johnnie, Tara tells me you guys haven’t gone all the way yet, is that true?”

John stared at the black man through bleary eyes and said, “What? She told you that? What the hell Tara?”

Tara said, “Oh relax Johnnie. Tee is my friend and we talk about things. I’ve told him how you’re a bit insecure and worried about our first time. I told him you’re worried about getting it right.”

Despite the alcohol John was still shocked by this turn of events and tried to steer the conversation away from their sex life. “That’s crazy,” the white boy said. “I’m not worried about anything. You’re the one who's afraid to try it, not me.”

Tyrell said, “Damn girl he’s calling you a liar. You gonna stand for that?”

Tara looked sadly at her boyfriend knowing this trap was going too well and poor John was falling for it very easily. She had a small pitiful smile on her face as she said, “Well Johnnie boy why don’t we just prove that right now? Let’s go up to my room and have sex. Let’s prove who is really frightened and worried.”

John began stammering and stuttering as he said, “Wait, that’s not what I meant at all. Um, we can’t just leave the party and go have sex. I wanted our first time to be special after all.”

Tara said, “Special? Which one of us is the girl in this relationship Johnnie? Are you afraid you’ll look foolish? Are you scared you don’t know how to, to, to...fuck?”

John looked shocked when he said, “Tara! Language!”

Tara said, “Oh for fuck’s sake Johnnie get over it. How are you going to do it if you can’t even say it?”

Tyrell was enjoying the show immensely but knew it was time for him to close the deal, so he leaned forward and in a quiet and serious voice said, “Well, I’d be happy to help you both in that regard. Many couples look for a mediator or counselor to help them through the first time. I’m learning about it in my human studies class. I’ve had sex before so I’d be happy to coach you both through it this time.”

Tara knew she had to go along with Tyrell at this point. They’d discussed exactly how to ensnare the naive white boy and she knew her involvement was key to the success of the plan. She looked at poor John with great sadness and made the plunge saying, “Oh Tee that’s very generous of you, isn’t it Johnnie?”

John sputtered his drink out onto his shirt and said, “What? Um, what? I’m not, I mean, there’s no way I, um, what?”

Tyrell laughed and said, “Wow, eloquent response boy. I’ll bet you’re an English major.”

Tara giggled for real this time as the alcohol and Tyrell’s natural charm were getting to her. 

John said, “Well, I mean, there’s no way we would ever want another person involved in our lovemaking right dear?”

Tara was getting a bit annoyed with John for his scattered speech and mild mannered behavior. She thought he would put up more of a fight but he seemed to be simply dumping the decision in her lap. Now all those times she’d become disgusted by his indecision, whining, and wimpy behavior were starting to come back to her in an angry rush of emotion. She looked at him through alcohol tainted eyes and saw her boyfriend for what he really was, a scrawny little white boy. Not a real man like Tyrell. Suddenly she wanted to punish John for his behavior. She wanted him to feel some of the humiliation she’d been experiencing for weeks. “What the hell?” she thought. “It was just one night of sex. What’s the worst that could happen?”

“Oh stop being such a wimp Johnnie,” Tara said. “Tee is just trying to help us and once again your response to anything worthwhile is to whine. I for one welcome his help and think it’ll be good for us to have an experienced man guide us through our first time together. I mean what’s wrong with a three way after all?”

Tara realized right away that she’d slipped up and jeopardized the plan. Tyrell tried to think of something to say but it was John who spoke up first. 

“Three way?” the white boy asked. “Who said anything about a three way? I thought we were just talking about guidance not participation from Tyrell.”

Tara was quick to reply, “Well it seems to me it will be easier for Tee to show us how to do things right rather than just explain. Aren’t you always telling me you’re a tactile learner dear? I mean you always say you learn better by doing than by listening.”

Tyrell grinned at Tara’s quick thinking as he saw John giving serious consideration to what she’d said. The black man handed John another drink and smiled at Tara as they watched him down it in one gulp without coughing. 

John looked thoughtful as he said, “Ok, I can see the logic in that. But what are we talking about here? Do you want Tyrell to make love with you?”

Tara and Tyrell both said “No!” at the same time and Tyrell said, “There would be no love making on our part, just on yours. Anything I would do could just be considered educational and nothing more.”

Tara said, “Listen Johnnie, just come upstairs with us and we’ll sort things out. We’ll go slow and make sure everyone is comfortable, ok?”

John looked them both in the eyes one by one then said, “Ok, that sounds fair. Let’s go upstairs. Oh and bring that bottle.”

Tyrell and Tara grinned at John’s muffled, drunken slur but were quick to lead the white boy up the stairs to the bedroom Tara shared with Brittany.

Under the watchful eye of Brittany the trio made their way up the stairs and out of sight. As soon as they’d left the first floor two of the brothers set up the wide screen tv to receive the signal from the camera’s Brittany had hidden around her room. There were several angles and all cameras were able to zoom in very close to any and all action on Tara’s bed. Four cameras were live streaming the room onto the tv downstairs with all four images shown at once in separate quadrants of the screen. Any one of them could be enlarged to fill the entire 80 inch flat screen for a more enjoyable show. The brothers and sisters gathered around laughing and joking about what they were about to witness, but none of them were as excited as Brittany. She would finally bring down that annoying cow with the massive udders.

Part 6

When they reached the bedroom Tara sat on her bed and patted the space beside her for John but it was Tyrell who sat beside her putting his arm around her shoulders.

The black stud said, “Now see Janey, this is how you start. Sit next to your girl and get close to her. Give her a little kiss to let her know you’re interested.”

With that the black man leaned in and kissed Tara on the lips. John was shocked when his girlfriend opened her mouth and allowed the black man’s tongue inside. The white boy took a long pull from the bottle he carried and watched Tara’s tongue tangle with Tyrell’s in an erotic wrestling match.

Tyrell broke the kiss and said, “Now you sit on the other side of her and try that yourself.”

John moved slowly to the bed and sat beside Tara, his head swimming from the booze and strange events unfolding. He placed his arm around Tara’s shoulder and noticed Tyrell had not removed his arm so John found himself touching the black man as he prepared to kiss Tara.

As he moved his head in, John noticed Tyrell running his fingers slowly up and down Tara’s inner thigh. The white boy began kissing his girlfriend but found her to be rather unresponsive compared to the show she’d put on with the black man.

John quickly broke the kiss and said, “This doesn’t feel right. I’m not getting the same reaction you did Tyrell.”

Tyrell laughed and said, “No shit white boy. Let me show you again.” And with that the black stud began making out with the white woman in earnest. John could hear the sloppy sounds of their wet kissing as their tongues darted in and out of each other’s mouths. Tyrell had begun fondling Tara’s breast with his right hand while lightly rubbing his fingertips up and down her delicate pussy. John was stunned but found his little pecker was beginning to throb with a painful erection. The white boy was squirming in his seat as the wanton display of interracial lust played out just inches from him.

After several minutes the couple broke apart and John could hear Tara’s heavy breathing and could see the lustful blush on her face. She and Tyrell were staring into each other’s eyes as the black man continued to molest her tits and tease her pussy.

Tyrell said without breaking his gaze from Tara’s eyes, “You get it now white boy? You think you could do that?”

John cleared his throat and said in a heavy voice, “Um, yes. Yes I think I can.”

Tyrell said, “Good, moving on then.” Giving John a start as the white wimp thought it would be his turn again but was disappointed to see it was not.

Tyrell said, “Let’s get comfortable baby so we can show Janey here what the next step should be.”

John looked on in despair as Tyrell slipped Tara’s shirt from her body leaving her heaving breasts completely exposed to the air as she’d not been given a bra by the sisters who had dressed her.

Tyrell spoke up saying, “Now watch this boy. Here’s how to work a bitches tits.” And with that he leaned down and began kissing, licking, and sucking on Tara’s nipples, switching from one tit to the other and making her moan like a whore.

Tyrell was leaving little love bites on the delicate white flesh of Tara’s tits and John felt he had to put a stop to this right now. The white boy said, “Ok now just a minute. I thought the whole point of this was to teach me, I mean teach us how to do this properly. I’m not learning anything by just watching you molest my girlfriend.”

Tara glared at John thinking to herself, “Oh what a fucking wimp. This black stud is sucking my tits right in front of him and he’s whining about learning how to be a real man. Fuck! A real man is sucking my tits and I’m loving it! Why have I denied myself this kind of pleasure?”

Tyrell spent a few more seconds playing with Tara’s massive tits marveling at how soft, yet firm they were and wondering why they were being wasted on this white sissy wimp.

The black man looked up and said, “Yeah, ok. Let’s move on. I’m gonna get undressed and you suck on them titties for a bit whitey.”

Tara had a look of disappointment on her face as John took the place of the much more experienced Tyrell and fumbled over her breasts like a blind man defusing a bomb. She gasped in shock as she watched Tee pull off his boxers revealing a monster between his legs. His giant cock was only semi erect and already it reached the length of 9 inches easily. Tara moaned in excitement which John took as a sign he was doing well with her tits and doubled his clumsy efforts. 

He stopped sucking and squeezing the lovely tits when he heard Tyrell say, “Ok boy, your turn. Take off those clothes and let’s get things moving.”

John looked over at the black man and his heart stopped in his chest. His little erection began pulsing harder for some unknown reason and he was ashamed of his body’s reaction while at the same time was terrified of exposing his little package to the man who owned that behemoth. John couldn’t take his eyes from Tyrell’s cock and never even noticed the look of pure lust on Tara’s face as she stared at the massive organ too.

John began to stammer again as he tried to find a reason to stay clothed but Tara and Tyrell both ignored him and lay down on the bed together. Tyrell slipped off Tara’s skirt and showed no surprise that she was sans underwear. The couple began making out and running their hands over each other’s bodies moaning with desire.

John tried several times to get their attention and finally decided to go for it in fear of losing his love forever to this black bully.

John stripped off his clothing and exposed his tiny erection to the unseen cameras in the room. Downstairs the entire crowd burst into laughter at the sight of John’s miniature penis so loudly the white boy heard them and imagined someone had told an amusing story for everyone to laugh so heartily at once.

John climbed onto the bed and tried to touch and kiss Tara but was quickly pushed away by her bare foot in his face. He attempted to move to another spot but found his way blocked by Tyrell. The two lovers were going at it hard and hot and didn’t even notice the white boy on the bed. 

John finally had enough and said, “Um, excuse me but I’m here too. What about that three way? I’m ready to learn now.”

Tara and Tyrell rolled around for a few seconds more before Tyrell looked John’s way in anger. He was about to tell the white boy to fuck off when he saw the tiny pink penis bobbing between the wimp’s legs. Tyrell began laughing so hard he almost fell off the bed and Tara looked up to see what was so funny. She too began laughing at the pitiful sight before her. How could that little worm possibly be a penis? 

John was blushing fiercely and said, “Size doesn’t matter. It’s what a man can do with it that counts.”

This made everyone laugh from Tara and Tyrell to the crowd downstairs but in his anger John didn’t notice the latter. 

It was Tyrell who came to the white boy’s rescue by saying, “You’re right little man. Let’s see what you can do with that peashooter. Slide on up here and show your woman who the real man is.”

Tara was giggling as John climbed up between her legs and began kissing her. He fumbled with her tits again and clumsily slobbered kisses on her neck, cheeks, and lips. It was a mess of awkward and useless antics that were pitifully sad rather than sexy or erotic. 

John was squeezing those unbelievable tits and sliding his tiny penis against Tara’s thigh when the worst possible thing happened. He squirted. Just like that, he squirted his sissy goo on Tara’s thigh. And everyone saw it. Tyrell laughed and shook his head. Tara scowled and pushed John off of her. Everyone on the first floor erupted in laughter and rude comments. And John? John began to cry. He was devastated.

The white wimp began to beg and explain at the same time. He tried making excuses but no one was listening. His beautiful girlfriend looked at him like he was a disgusting smear on the sidewalk. He’d lost her respect in that instant and he knew it. Tyrell was laughing and saying things like, “What a fucking wimp” and “Now you see why you should be with me right girl?”

To which Tara replied, “Yes, I see that now Tee. I see what a fucking wimp Johnnie is after all.”

Tyrell said, “I think you mean Janey. Any boy who shoots his little sissy squirts like that should have a girly name don’t you think?”

As John cried Tara said, “Absolutely Tee. Janey it is from now on. Janey the sissy white wimp.”

John tried to leave. He stood up and grabbed for his clothes but Tyrell was too fast. He picked up the white boy and threw him back onto the bed. Using the sissy’s shirt and pants, Tyrell tied Janey to the bed with his arms above his head and his legs pointing straight down to the bottom. 

Tyrell then said to Tara, “Excuse me baby, I just need to clean up this bitch’s mess.” And with that statement the black stud went to the clothes hamper in the corner of the room and found a pair of dirty panties which he used to wipe the sissy’s weak, watery cum from Tara’s leg. He then shoved the wet, sticky panties into the wimp’s mouth and turned back to Tara to pick up where they left off. 

John watched in horror as Tyrell and Tara began to make out and caress each other’s bodies. The poor white sissy’s mouth was filled with horror and he began to taste both his discharge and the stains from Tara’s underwear. A salty, earthy flavor covered his tongue and the slimy mixture began to run down his throat filling his senses with the aroma and flavor of cum, pussy secretions, and stale piss. Tears filled the white boys eyes as he sucked his girlfriend’s taste from her panties knowing that was the only sex he’d ever have with her. 

Tara slid down Tyrell’s body and took his throbbing cock into her mouth. She sucked noisily on the mushroom shaped head while stroking the shaft with both hands. Her saliva ran down the length of the massive cock making it easier for her to jack it off. John listened to the wet slapping sound coupled with the sucking noises and Tara’s moans of lust as he lay there in hell. Tyrell smiled over at Janey as he folded his arms behind his head and watched the blond head bob up and down in his crotch.

Tara was having trouble keeping up with the amount of fluid in her mouth. Her own saliva was building up rapidly as her mouth watered from the wonderful flavor of black dick. This combined with the massive amount of precum leaking from the piss slit of Tyrell’s cock head kept the struggling girl swallowing non stop. Despite her best efforts her mouth was not big enough to trap the delicious liquid and it ran in a river from between her lips onto Tyrell’s crotch.

The black man had enough of the flood in his lap and pulled the gasping, sucking white girl’s head from his thick cock and lifted her with ease into the cowgirl position. Tara gasped in pain and pleasure as the huge tool slid into her soaking pussy stretching it to its limits and beyond. 

The pain of the invading cock making room for itself in her tight cunt was so intense Tara didn’t even notice when her hymen broke. She was no longer a virgin. She was a black cock whore. Her pussy quickly accommodated Tyrell’s length and girth as any good white slut should and she soon built up a rhythm bouncing on the dark black tool. 

John watched in awe as the massive cock split his former girlfriend’s pussy and was shocked to see the head of it pushing out from her stomach like the xenomorph in alien. Tara was screaming in pleasure while bouncing hard on her new god. John listened to her ass slapping against Tyrell’s thighs and it sounded like nails piercing his heart.

John’s nightmare went on for over an hour with the horny couple changing positions several times. When Tyrell knew he was close to finishing he positioned his new slut on her hands and knees with her crotch over Janey’s face. Tara was so lost in lust she didn’t even notice the humiliating position her former love now found himself in but she did notice his tiny pecker below her face as she straddled his head. She grabbed a pillow and covered John’s crotch as she never wanted to see that little pink worm again. Just as she got the pillow in place Tyrell was back inside her pussy and hammering away like a machine. 

John was trying desperately to duck away from the constant rain of fluids leaking from Tara’s cunt but his face and hair were soon covered in the hot sticky mess. Before long Tyrell yelled out a forceful howl and John could see the black man’s balls tense up as they began shooting ropes of cum into Tara’s unprotected womb. John saw every spurt erupt from the big man’s balls and wept again at how his girlfriend had been defiled. 

When Tyrell finished blowing his load he collapsed onto Tara’s back. The exhausted white slut then collapsed onto John’s body with her’s and Tyrell’s crotches planted firmly onto the white boy’s face. As Tyrell’s cock deflated and slid from Tara’s swampy pussy a rush of thick cum painted John’s face and hair running up his nose and into his gasping mouth. The two lovers above him took no notice of his discomfort and ignored his squirming and moaning as they panted and sweat their lust onto their sissy.

Poor John lay there in pain and misery crying softly at the literal mess he was in as he felt Tyrell’s warm, wet, heavy cock laying across his face leaking it’s filthy seed into his slightly parted lips.

The crowd downstairs let out a mighty roar and cheered the happy couple on for many minutes. Brittany smiled with pride as she realized she’d just made this once vanilla country girl into a true black cock slut. Tara would fit in just fine with the Tri Delts after all. 

Epilogue

Tara woke from a blissful sleep and walked to the bathroom to pee. She heard dishes clinking and knew breakfast was on its way in the kitchen but she wanted a few more minutes with her stud lover before getting ready for class.

As Tara slid back into bed Tyrell rolled over and wrapped his muscular arm around her and began playing with her naked tits.

“Damn girl I can never get used to these amazing fun bags of yours.” He said.

Tara blushed and replied, “They’re all yours Daddy. You can play with them any time.”

The happy couple began to make out as Tyrell mauled Tara’s tits in his big hands knowing he could be as rough as he liked with his white slut. He owned her body and soul. It was good to be the new president of BBD especially when the new president of DDD was his woman. They ruled the houses like a king and queen and tonight would be not only their coronation but the start of a new pledge year. Tyrell couldn’t wait to see what Tara cooked up for those freshman sluts this year.

As they lay in bed fondling each other and kissing passionately a small knock on the door caught their attention. 

“Come in sissy,” Tyrell said as Tara grinned and propped herself up on her elbow to watch the show.

The door opened and in came Janey. Today Janey was wearing a pink teddy with white ruffles on the sleeves, a pair of pink hip hugger panties that showed the plastic cage that locked up Janey’s tiny penis. A pair of knee high pink stockings covered Janey’s shaved legs and a bright red pair of six inch stiletto heels kept the sissy balanced perfectly. Janey showed little sign of his former life as John. Oh you could still tell Janey was a male under those pretty clothes but he acted, talked, and walked like a feminine little sissy slut. 

Janey lisped “Good morning Mathter and Mithtreth. I have your yummy breakfast all ready for you today.”

Tyrell ordered the tray to be set on the bed then told the sissy to pick up the clothes scattered around the floor and get started on the laundry. 

Janey said, “Yeth Thir Janey will get right to work thir.”

Tara laughed at her former boyfriend and said, “Oh and sissy? Give us about an hour to eat and fuck then get back in here for cleanup duty. We fucked several times last night too so there’s a hell of a load of cum in my pussy and in my asshole. I’ll need your talented tongue to clean me out before my shower.”

Janey had tears in his eyes when he thought of how things used to be with Tara but smiled and said, “Yeth Mithtreth Janey will be happy to clean Mathters yummy cum from your beautiful holes.”

Tyrell laughed at the mincing sissy as he sauntered out the door putting an extra wiggle in his ass like a good slave should. He thought back to that fateful night when he’d broken the sissy’s spirit by fucking his woman over his face then making him lick them both clean. After that the happy couple couldn’t get rid of the wimp. He followed them everywhere begging to serve them in any way. Now he was their live in slave and cleanup bitch. Tyrell wondered, not for the first time, if they should start the sissy on hormones. He and Tara would have to discuss that later, for now though, there was fucking to be done. 

Janey sobbed quietly as he listened to his master fucking his mistress, her cries of passion drowning out the washing machine. It amazed the poor white sissy that he could still feel sad over losing his beautiful girl to the far superior black stud. If only he’d said no to that three way. 

The End