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Subject: Plea Bargain (Femdom)
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Kids Get Out!


Plea Bargain


I can’t believe I was so stupid.  As part of my fraternity initiation,
my task was to break into the Alpha Omega Psi  sorority house, take
some pictures of the girls naked, and return to the frat house by
morning.  Not only did I not get any pictures, and therefore was not
allowed to join the frat, I was caught and charged with breaking and
entering.  My so called “brothers”, when they heard of my fate,
quickly disassociated themselves from me and denied everything.  Now
here I am in court, possibly facing two years in jail.  My heart was
pumping fast as Darla, the head of Alpha Omega Psi, walked past me and
whispered in my ear, “I bet you are going to be REALLY POPULAR in
jail”.  I couldn’t believe the glint of evil in her eye as she sat
down in the front row of the gallery.

I quickly turned to my court appointed lawyer and began to beg him for
new options.  
“Listen Sam” I begged, “I can’t go to jail.  You know what they will
do to me in there!!!”  My eyes began to well with tears as I envisaged
my virgin ass being violated by some big bruiser. 
 “Bob, I think we may be in luck.  This judge was a fraternity brother
of mine, so he understands the deal.  You won’t get off Scot free, but
it is likely you won’t serve any jail time.”   Bob got quiet as the
judge entered the room.

“Hear-ye, Hear-ye” bellowed the bailiff “All rise for Judge Stevens”

“Please be seated” Judge Stevens opened.  “I have reviewed the case,
and it is my opinion that this was part of a stupid college prank.  It
would be a egregious miscarriage of justice to send this young man to
prison for two years and mark him as a felon for life for what is most
likely an isolated incident of youthful indiscretion.”

A wave of relief overcame me as I heard those comforting words from
the judge.  As I glanced around the courtroom, all eyes were on the
judge except Darla’s, she was glowering at me with a look of such rage
it sent cold shivers down my spine.  Quickly, I turned back to the
Judge.

“It is not however, my intent, to let this incident go unpunished.” he
continued.

My heart stopped.  

“Would the lawyers for the defendant, the prosecuting attorney and the
representative of the victims please meet me in chambers.”

“What’s going on Bob?!?” I whispered.

“A plea bargain I have tried to work out.  Just sit here and shut up.
If they go for it, you will not only not go to jail, but all charges
will be dropped, but you must trust me, OK?”

“OK!” I exclaimed.  This was great!  Perhaps this long nightmare would
end on a positive note after all.  As I saw Darla disappear from the
court I wondered what possible deal would satisfy her.  Bob was a good
lawyer, and very convincing, but the look in her eyes made me wonder
how they would ever get her to agree to drop the charges.  For the
next two hours I waited and sweated and waited and sweated.  Around
two o’clock everyone came back inside.

“Well ladies and gentlemen, we have an agreement.” Judge Stevens
announced.  “Will the defendant please rise.”

Nervously I rose to my feet.  I still didn’t know what the agreement
was, but by the look on Bob’s face I was comforted that it didn’t
include jail.

“Samuel Franklin, in exchange for the plaintiffs dropping all charges
against you, it has been decided that you will be turned over to them
for punishment for six months.  During this time you will not be
allowed to leave their residence, except to attend classes or for
medical emergencies.  By the end of this six month period, you and the
plaintiff’s will report back to this court, and according to their
testimony, it will be decided then whether you go to jail to serve out
your sentence, or have all charges dropped.  I would STRONGLY ADVISE
you to do whatever they say during this time.  Your freedom depends on
whether they are satisfied with your punishment.  I have given them
instructions on what is, and what is not, acceptable punishment.  Do
you agree to these terms?”

My head was swimming.  I was a bit apprehensive about giving myself
over to Darla and her sorority sisters, but the idea of being marked
as a felon and gang raped in the shower quickly made me nod in
agreement.  I was instructed to report to their house tomorrow morning
at 8:00 A.M..  

I slept very little that night, but as instructed I knocked on their
door at 8:00 A.M. sharp.  Darla opened the door, took my bag and told
me to go into the living room.  All of the twelve of the girls from
the sorority were there, and none of them looked happy.

Darla broke the silence.  

“For the duration, you will answer to the name Slave-boy.  You will
address each member of this sorority as Mistress So & So, and will be
subordinate to them at all times.  Your head is never to be above the
head of any member of this sorority, if the sit you must kneel.  You
are to be given one uniform to be worn in the house, and one uniform
to be worn outside the house.  Saturdays are wash day, and you will
launder your own uniforms, as well as all the clothes of the sisters.
You will prepare all of our meals, keep the house clean and perform
any and all tasks demanded of you WITHOUT HESITATION OR COMPLAINT!
You will wear this dog collar at all times as a symbol of your
degradation. Failure to follow any instructions, or the breaking of
any rules will be met with appropriate penalties.   Any questions?”

I shook my head no.

“Now STRIP!” she commanded.

This was not unexpected, but it was quite humiliating.  Slowly I shed
my shirt, shoes, socks and pants, standing before them clad only in my
boxers.  Darla, obviously perturbed at my attempts at modesty, grabbed
a rather ominous looking paddle from the fireplace mantle and cracked
my ass hard.

“We are not off to a good start here!” she screamed as she flicked the
waistband of my shorts with her long nails.  “When I said Strip, I
meant totally! Not get on with it!”  To the obvious amusement of the
girls I slowly lowered my boxers to the floor.  Being forced to strip
down in front of  a room full of attractive college women caused me to
develop an enormous erection, which only humiliating me further.
Vainly trying to shield my nakedness from them I covered my crotch
with my hands.  CRACK! Another whack on the ass forced me to drop my
hands to my side.

“Now, put your hands on your head and spread your legs!” 

Completely red from head to toe I complied.  I was now completely
exposed to them with my cock standing stiffly at attention adding
further humiliation to an already humiliating situation.  

“OK Susan, start the examination!” Darla instructed.

Susan, a stunning brunette with very lickable breasts, approached me
with a knowing smirk on her face.  “Bend over and touch your toes
slave boy!”  I complied, even though I realized my anus was gaping for
their view.  The few muted giggles and whispers I heard caused me to
shut my eyes in shame.  Susan then began to shine a flashlight up my
ass, and tug, probe and prod my exposed asshole, and my dangling
helpless balls and cock.  

“He’s free from contraband!”  Susan announced as the pent up laughter
burst from every female lip in the room.

“Stand up Slaveboy and put your uniform on”

As I turned and saw my uniform, I was horrified to see that it was the
skimpiest thong speedo I had ever seen.  I struggled into it, trying
desperately to fit my genitals into its brief material.  In a strange
way, this was more humiliating than being naked.  The speedo was about
three sized too small, and for a second I thought the material would
burst open.  

As I stood there in my ridiculous get up, Darla handed me a mop and a
sponge and guided me to the kitchen.  For the next 10 hours I
scrubbed, cleaned, dusted, and vacuumed every inch of the house.  I
was exhausted by the end of the day, but after I cooked them all
dinner we retired to the living room.  For the next four hours I gave
all of them foot and leg massages until my hands ached.  All those
lovely cooed feet and legs kept me perpetually aroused, and this did
not go unnoticed by the girls.  Knowing this, they enjoyed torturing
me as I massaged their legs by rubbing their toes across my tight
tight speedos.  By bedtime, I was horny beyond belief.

After all the girls were in bed, I went downstairs to the “bed” they
constructed for me in the living room.  This bed was simply a pillow
and a blanket on the cold hard wood floor.  After I was convinced they
were asleep, I reached down between my legs and pulled off my speedo.
All the pent up sexual frustration of the day had kept me hard for the
last 6 hours.  I needed some relief, and I needed it bad, so as
quietly as possible I began to masturbate.  

Just as I was almost reaching the point of no return, the lights
suddenly came on and all of the girls ran into the room.  I was so
startled I leapt to my feet without thinking.  There I was, completely
naked with a raging hard-on and still stroking away.

“GET YOUR GODDAMN HANDS OFF OF OUR PROPERTY!” screamed Darla.  

Like being awakened from a dream, I realized what I was doing and
quickly stopped, still trying to shield my crime from them.  

“So” chimed Susan “You want to get off do you?  Well, this is prison,
and as such, I think you should have the experience of getting off in
prison.”

Unsure of just exactly she was talking about, I was alarmed as all of
the girls rushed me and dragged me into the kitchen.  I did not
struggle, since I knew I was completely at their mercy and did not
want to endanger the plea bargain agreement.  When I was thrown face
down on the kitchen table however, I did attempt to get away, but it
was no use.  Outnumbered twelve to one, it was no contest.  I was
handcuffed, face down on the table with my feet and wrists cuffed to
each table leg.  I was completely helpless, and completely exposed.
Susan brought in eight or nine pillows and placed them under my
stomach causing my back to arch and my anus to be even more exposed.  

“Get ready for your deflowering Slaveboy!” Darla gleamed as she showed
me the largest most evil looking dildo I had ever seen.  “Open your
mouth!” she commanded as she shoved the dildo down my throat.  As I
lay there gagged, she told me I had better lubricate it up good if I
knew what was good for me.  Too frightened to be humiliated, I sucked
like a wild starving calf.  After a few minutes, Darla snatched the
dildo from my lips and waved it in front of my face.  It was at least
twelve inches long and 4 inches in diameter.  My asshole, almost
acting on its own power, began to pucker in a defensive posture,  

“Well, we didn’t want you to miss out on any experience you would have
had, had you actually gone to jail.  Open wide!” And with that, Darla
shoved eleven of the twelve inches up my ass.  I screamed like a
banshee in pain and humiliation, begging pitifully for them to take it
out.

“What’s this?” I heard Susan ask as the girls were inspecting the
dildo in my ass.  Being behind me, I tried in vain to turn and see
what they were looking at.  When I heard the switch click and felt the
dildo begin to pump in and out, I realized what they were looking at.
This diabolical device was raping my ass.  Although I was crying in
the most intense pain I had ever experienced, the constant ramming of
the dildo on my prostrate eventually caused me to blow my load all
over the table to the obvious delight of all the girls.  

“See there” Darla cooed “Getting off in jail ain’t so bad”.  I
couldn’t look her in the face, my eyes filled with tears, my face red
with shame at being brought off by a dildo up my ass.

“please take it out...” I begged pitifully as Darla laughed at my
predicament.  

“Good night Slaveboy” she giggled as she and the other girls left the
kitchen and turned off the lights, leaving me to be tortured for the
remainder of the night.  

The End







