Natalie

Natalie part 6

 

 

He slowly awoke from his post-orgasm nap, he felt warm and wonderful, all fuzzy and complete, like a cat lying on the windowsill in the sun.  His body was relaxed and all he could do was imagine Mai’s hand on him again.  He opened his eyes but he couldn’t see a thing.  It was pitch black, and it was hot.  He didn’t have a blindfold on, no, it was his whole head.  It was wrapped up in something, or something was covering him.  He could feel it on him down to the top of his shoulders.  He was able to shake his head left and right but couldn’t get whatever was covering him off of his head.  His body was still immobilized and he realized he was still on the table.  He stopped moving and laid there, hoping he could hear something, anything to give him a clue as to what was going on around him…

 

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Natalie and Mai were in the medical room.  They had to get a few more things for the party.  The girls were on their way. Two of the sorority sisters were driving the 10 pledges over, 12 sorority girls in all would be at the party.  Mai was good friends with the two sisters, one was in her medical classes and the other was a gymnast.  Check that, she was the head gymnast.  She once confided in Mai that her hobby was breaking the new boys on the gym team.  She was a tall, thin, busty brunette with straight, perfect hair.  Her name was Lara. 

 

Lara would go out on dates, always to the movies, and mercilessly masturbate the boys into a frothy state of arousal, until they agreed to do humiliating things for their release.  Sometimes she would make the boy get on his knees and lick the movie theater floor or the bottoms of her shoes.  Other times she would take an empty soda cup, excuse her self to the ladies room, and then when she returned, make the shell-shocked college boy drink her warm piss through a straw while she giggled with every slurp, asking him if he would like another refill.  Or, if she was feeling particularly excited, she would have the boy go down on her, but only if she knew that’s what he hated to do.  It was no fun for her if he liked it.  As always, once the degrading act was accomplished, she felt warm and excited, knowing she had taken some lettered college boy jock and broken him like a stallion.  Lara loved to take pictures of the moment on her cell phone and keep them to show her girlfriends later.  If the boys completed their degrading acts to her satisfaction, she would then open her purse, snap on a latex glove, and squirt a generous amount of KY into one of her hands.  While munching on popcorn with the other hand, she would slowly and with disinterest, masturbate the boy’s penis to orgasm, usually while still watching the movie.  If she felt he was particularly weak, she would further humiliate the boy by making him squirt his male goo into the bag of popcorn, pull him by his still throbbing cock onto her lap, and feed him the sticky, messy popcorn.  She would always chide the boy and remind him of what a fucking loser he was, right there in the movie theater, while he swallowed each mouthful.

 

“That’s right, open your mouth and have another handful. Do it, or you will never, ever go out with me again.  Don’t you want this body?  Don’t you want to date the hottest girl in school?  That’s right, of course you do, mmm now chew it and swallow, good boy! Here’s another handful, ooops let me get that, its dripping out of the corner of your mouth” and she would make sure every last drop would be recycled by the former stud.  Of course she would never, ever go out on a date with any of them again… unless they promised to do more degrading things.  Her favorite idea would then be to bring along her sorority sister, Rachel, and they would double his dose of humiliation at the movies.  Such fun!

 

Rachel was in the car in front of Lara with a car full of pledges, driving to the party that her friends Mai and Natalie were preparing.  Rachel was a born bitch.  She was a Jewess, from New York City.  She had long, dark, tight curly ringlet hair, with olive skin and a set of curves that would make any road dangerous.  Her chest was only bettered by her ass, both were firm, plump and oh so inviting.  Her waist was usually adorned with a belly chain, it ran through her belly-button ring and had multiple charms hanging from it.  Her eyes were dark and deep, her flawless physical features hid the sadistic, cruel, bitchy girl behind the unstoppable body.  She knew she was a deadly weapon, but her idea of a good time wasn’t teasing the boys as much as it was ruining the older men.  Professors, businessmen, lawyers, professionals- married men with lots of money, easy prey to blackmail once their vulnerable balls were in her finely manicured hands.  She had closets full of clothes, all thanks to her cruel, unforgiving heart. 

 

“OK, well, maybe I will just take a short drive this afternoon, while you are at work, and speak with your wife.  I think she would love to know how good of a pussy-eater you are.  And don’t worry, I have the pictures to prove it.”  Rachel would always get her way.  She had a file on each walletboy – names, addresses, pictures, phone numbers, work contacts, family members, she would get as much information on each man as possible before lowering the boom.  Oh she loved it.  She loved shopping, she loved fucking them over, but most of all, she just loved the look in their eyes when they finally realize that she is going to blackmail them.  They usually lose their cool.  She had heard it all.  Ball-busting bitch, cunt, whore, on and on and on.  She would let them rant and rave until they ran out of steam, and then once they had finished, take her cell phone out of her Prada bag and dial their home number.  She would smile sweetly, look them in the eye, and ask for Mrs. So-and-so, whether or not anyone answered.  That almost always broke them.  She just didn’t give a fuck about them.  To her, they were stupid enough to get bent over the barrel, so she was going to make damn sure they were fucked good, long and hard. 

 

“Pigs get slaughtered!” She loved saying that to the ones that were the hardest to break.  The ones who would do everything they could to try and distance themselves from her, she would toy with these men.  She would let them think they had gotten away.  Think that they were safe, beyond her reach, only then would she reel them back in.  She had friends in the credit bureaus, she could easily trace anyone.  One simple phone call to their new, unlisted cell phone number, to let the poor man know he cant hide, and all of a sudden, he is back in the middle of his nightmare.  That’s the part that made her the hottest, right at that moment, she could feel their fear, right through the phone, and usually, at this point, most men would break.  They would give in, and be led along by their hard cocks, and slowly drained of their cash by her, until they were either broke or she became bored with them.  Those things usually happened at the same time.  They would look up into her face, on their knees as usual, and ask, why she was leaving them?  How could she do that to him?  That’s when she would rub it in their face, “Pigs get slaughtered!”  This was usually punctuated with a slam of the door as she sauntered away and out of his life, or what was left of it.  She loved making a dramatic exit!  But that’s not what was on her mind at this moment…

 

“Ok now girls, settle down for a second, I need to explain a few things,” the pledges thought they were going on a scavenger hunt.  They were told to dress in skirts and white or blue shirts, the middle unbuttoned and tied just below their chest, showing off their midriffs and open enough to reveal their cleavage.  Rachel was about to tell them what was really going on. 

 

“The reason you five were chosen is because not only are you the most beautiful, you are also the most promising of the pledges.  We believe you have what it takes to be sisters at our sorority, and tonight, you get to prove it.  You will be scored as a team and the team with the highest points wins a free pass out of hell week.  But we don’t think you will really need any motivation to win, the games are going to be fun enough…”

 

That’s when she explained all the games to the girls, what they needed to do to win, and how they would be scored.  Finally one of the girls spoke up.  She was a freshman, 18, from the mid-west.  Her American Girl good looks camouflaged her ruthless heart, she was a true man-eater.  Rachel loved her already.

 

“Rachel, where on earth did you find a boy to volunteer for all this?” she was asking the question that all the girls had been thinking.  Who would subject themselves to such… games?  Such humiliation at the hands of sorority pledges?  Who would consent to being so degraded?  So abused?  What kind of a man would do this?

 

“Don’t worry about him.  He is nothing but a loser.  He didn’t volunteer, my girlfriends caught him jerking off when they would sunbathe, and now they are blackmailing him!” Rachel said the word “blackmail” with such passion, the lust from such a predatory maneuver made her insides ache, oh how she loved the art of blackmail!  A few of the girls in the car let out audible gasps, as though they had just discovered something inside themselves at that moment that suddenly made them excited. 

 

“Ooooohhhh,” the American Girl said, “they’re blackmailing him!  He is so fucked!” clearly she loved the idea.

 

Rachel could see the young girl’s face in the mirror, she was flushed, it was exciting her.  As the girls began to talk among themselves about what they were going to do, Rachel marveled at her own skill. She really knew what she was doing, she had hand picked her team to win.  Call it intuition or a sixth sense, but she could see it in them.  Some of the pledges knew it was there, within them, but didn’t understand it.  The tall blonde was ahead of the pack, Rachel guessed she had been practicing on losers in high school.  Breaking the boys just for fun.  Well, tonight it would be Rachel’s turn to lead another group of spoiled, bitchy, young hotties further down the road to sisterhood. 

 

She pulled into the visitor’s space, joined Lara’s group, and reminded all the girls, “Remember, don’t say a word once we are in there. Line up in your teams and stay quiet.  My friends want to introduce the Loser to you, and if you are giggling and talking, it will ruin it for them.  Ok?  So from here on in, no more talking.”

 

The girls walked as a group, each pledge looking at the other, some in disbelief at what was about to happen, but all of them were excited, they felt… almost intoxicated? 

 

Just before getting in the elevator, Lara texted Mai on her cell to let her know they were  almost there.

 

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Mai walked into the kitchen where Natalie was putting sprinkles on the last few whip-cream pies.  “They’re here, let me help you carry these out to the table.”  Mai and Natalie, still wearing their aprons, set the remaining pies down and then went over to their plaything.  He was tied to the table as before.  Face down, his ankles tied to the legs of the table, his arms were now tied behind his back.

 

“Oh God, I forgot he was still out here!” Natalie laughed out loud as she ran her hand over the costume covering his head and shoulders.  It was half of a donkey outfit.  He was half donkey, half man, but to the girls tonight, he would be 100% jackass.  He couldn’t see out of his costume, but he could hear.

 

“Yea, too bad for this donkey he doesn’t have a tail, I guess we will fix that soon,” and Mai slapped his ass hard, leaving an imprint of her hand and catching him completely off guard.

 

“Did she say tail?  Oh God, what did they have planed?”  His mind was racing and he let out a groan of anguish.  But he knew better than to talk back to them.

 

The girls giggled and left him alone.  They quickly tossed their aprons aside and slipped into their dresses and heels.  Nothing too formal, but lots of leg and lots of cleavage to show.  Both roommates looked spectacular.  Mai went to the door to let their guests in.

 

She opened the door and made the “shhh” sign and all the girls smiled knowingly.  They filed in, one by one, and faced a large white sheet draped to split the living room from the dining room.  It was a hospital room divider, and once all the girls were in and facing it, Natalie and Mai walked around to either side of it.

 

“Thank you for coming today, sisters and pledges.  You know why you are here, you know what to do, so let cut all the BS and let the games begin!”  Mai and Natalie pulled down the sheet to expose the Loser tied down to the table, bent over, his ass painted with red circles like a target, the other half of his body covered in a donkey costume.

 

Natalie walked over to the front of him as the girls in the room let out a cheer.  The loser in the suit could hear the girls laughing and caught only some of what they were saying.  “Loser”, “disgusting perv”, “masturbator” , “pathetic”, “sad” they were talking about him.  Oh God they were all talking about him.  His legs began to shake and his knees began to bounce, he was buzzing inside already.  This was really happening, a room full of sorority girls, and here he was tied down and bent over, exposed to his core for what he really was.  He had nowhere to hide, he was completely vulnerable.

 

Natalie approached him.  “Now listen to me, we spent a lot of time making this happen today, so don’t fuck this up Assface or you are getting severely punished, and it will be a lot worse than before, trust me.  Mai has made a special enema, its over a gallon and its green with wasabi, you will be burning from the inside out for a full day if you screw this up!”  He could hear her through the costume, he imagined her chest, her cleavage, he wanted her so badly.  The sexual energy in the room was making his head swim.

 

She slapped his costume head, she could tell he wasn’t paying attention.  He was already hard and she knew when he was like that, he didn’t think straight.  “When ever the girls pin you, I need you to make a donkey sound, don’t scream, don’t yell, just take the pain and yelp like an animal.  Got it?”  He couldn’t believe what she was saying to him.  Pin him?

 

“Did you say pin me?” he asked, incredulously, wondering just what the hell she was talking about, his muffled voice barely audible to Natalie.

 

“Yes, of course I said pin you, god you really are dense.  Its pin the tail on the Jackass, and guess what you are wearing on your head?  That’s right, my little donkey, and before those girls are done with you tonight, you are also going to know what a pincushion feels like!” she pinched his ass cheeks hard over and over, making him scream out in surprise.

 

He began to sweat immediately.   This could NOT be happening to him.  The girls behind him quieted down.  He knew it was coming soon, and he had no way to stop it.  He didn’t dare protest, he knew Natalie was serious about the enema, he could hear it in her voice.

 

One pledge from the white team was up first.  Mai gave her 2 darts and stepped aside.  The girl lined herself up with the marker on the carpet.  “What a fucking loser!” she thought to herself as she looked at the target painted on his ass and smiled.  She steadied herself and without much more aplomb, flipped her long dark hair over her shoulder, and tossed the first dart.  It landed sure and true, just inside the second ring, close to the bulls eye. 

 

The girls on the white team cheered.  He held back a scream as best he could and then let out a whinny, as loud as possible.

 

All the girls laughed, oh they almost fell over laughing, they couldn’t believe this pathetic man in front of them.  Was he making donkey noises?  Didn’t he have any dignity?  Where was his pride?  Would he say no to anything?  How low would he really stoop before having a backbone?  Or was he completely spineless?  He was just a target for their abuse, literally, bent over, ass out, waiting or the next dart.

 

The young pledge lined up again.  Natalie was holding the donkey head in her lap, telling him to get ready, that he was about to be pinned again.  He let out a gasp as the dart landed, this time on his lower ass cheek.  All the girls on the white team cheered again, he whinnied and could feel Natalie laughing, her shaking legs made his costumed head bounce up and down.

 

“Oh you dork, that’s a horsey sound, oh you are just pricelessly pathetic!” she giggled again and he began to cry, knowing another dart would soon be sailing through the air, he tensed his ass up and squinted his eyes shut. 

 

“Alright blue team, take your best shot…” Natalie could hear his quiet sobbing and immediately became wet.  She loved hearing him break.  Another brick in the foundation of his personality was being removed. 

 

“Ssssshhh,” she soothed him, “Brick by brick, my little loser, brick by brick, we are taking you away from yourself and making you into what we want.  You can feel it now, yes? Maybe at first it didn’t seem like much when we were starting out, just a little bit here and there, but now its adding up, isn’t it?  There isn’t much of you left, hmmm?  Well, loser, I am going to make sure we get every last little bit.  Just lay here and take what’s coming to you!”

 

And on it went, twenty darts thrown, most of them hit the target, still sticking out of his ass.  Oh the girls were giddy with their power over this loser.  His face was streaked with tears, he was sobbing, but no one could hear him.  The blue team won, but only by a few points.  He was very thankful that no one hit the bull’s-eye.

 

“Ok, this time, instead of his ass, you get to aim for his face.”  Natalie and Mai spun the table around to face the pledges.  Then they grabbed one side of his costume and with one quick pull, Natalie and Mai exposed their loser to the pledge class before him.  He blinked and as his eyes adjusted to the light, and he immediately became hard at what he saw around him.  Sure the darts were still sticking out of his ass, but the sight before him just brought him to his knees, mentally.  Ten pledges, all dressed as schoolgirls, all of them now holding pies.  All of them looking right at him, smiling, waving, blowing kisses, laughing and pointing at him, sneering at him, giving him disgusted looked.  He couldn’t focus on just one girl, there were so many, and they were all so close to him.  Mai’s voice brought him back to reality.

 

“Ok girls, have at him!”  And at once, 5 or 6 pies were flying though the air at his face.  He barely had time to shut his eyes as he was suddenly splattered with whip cream and sprinkles. 

 

“He looks much better now, I don’t have to look at his ugly, perverted face!” he heard one of the girls say.  He couldn’t see, his ears were also full of whip-cream, and there was crust in his hair.  He felt lost in some foamy, cloudy nirvana.  Natalie came over behind him and wiped away his eyes.  She wanted him to visualize everything, to see every humiliating and degrading thing that the girls were going to do to him.  This, she knew, was the quickest way to break this loser.  Keep him aroused and then just reprogram his simple male brain to associate humiliation and pain with arousal.  Already, she could tell it was having an effect on him.  He was giving in easier to their every demand.  He was getting hard without their physical prompting.  Even now, as one of the pledge girls was approaching him, Natalie could see the tip of his cock dribbling a small amount of pre-cum onto the table.

 

The American Girl walked up slowly to him, the pie in her hand, smiling, her tan belly showing proudly beneath her perky, perfect chest.  Her pleated, red-checkered skirt rode so high up her thighs, he could almost see heaven between her legs.  As she got closer, all he saw was her thighs, smooth and tanned, oh god, he was harder than ever.  His face covered in sticky whip cream, he tried to look up to her when she stood over him.  She pulled his head up by his hair, starring down into his eyes, she felt no pity for him, she could see right through him.  He felt a chill run up his spine as she opened her mouth and laughed right in his face.

 

“God Rachel, you were right!  I can see it in his eyes, what a spineless wimp!  Watch this!” she looked down again at him. She noticed that he couldn’t stop staring at her chest, the way her breasts sat up so high and so firm they were sometimes mistaken as fake.  She unbuttoned her shirt a little further and rested the pie across her cleavage, held steady by her opened shirt. 

 

He was looking up at her in a state of sexual frustration; she recognized that same look from so many other broken boys.  It’s a look of helplessness, of unconditional surrender, and as was the case, it was usually accompanied by significant sexual arousal.  He was no different. 

 

“No self-control at all,” she whispered down to him.  The room began to quiet down as the girls intently watched their pledge sister expertly work him over.

 

“No self-control, that’s your problem, you know that right, geekboy?” her finger under his chin, keeping his eyes on her face, he had no choice but to slowly drown in her words.  They poured over his ears and covered his body in a warm, honey glow, he could feel himself giving in.  He tried briefly to resist it, but he already knew it was pointless, he might as well try to enjoy it since he couldn’t stop himself, no matter how hard he tried.  His whole body was flooded with hormones and endorphins, he was losing, he could feel it.

 

“Boys like you all have self-discipline problems, and trust me, I don’t care how much you make or how old you are, to me you are still just a litttttllllee boyyyy,” she stretched out the last two words and accented them by reaching under his prone body and grabbing his hard-on firmly, slowly letting her hand slide up and down.

 

He whimpered and looked up at her face again.  She smiled and lowered herself so that the pie was right in front of his face, her cleavage hid from view, but the bottom of her chest clearly resting on the table, inches from his face.

 

“Go on, do it, do it for me, you know you are helpless to resist me.  You have always been helpless against girls like me, haven’t you?  So, what are you waiting for, go on, make me happy, you know what I want, give in to me…” she began to speak softly to him, caressing his hair and stroking him closer and closer to bliss, she could feel his pulsing member continue to expand.  He was in a state of arousal beyond anything he had experienced.  He looked up into her eyes and she pointed at her cleavage… at the pie.

 

“Go on… that’s it, make me happy, show all of us here your true place…”  she tickled the head of his cock with her nails, the French manicure driving him wild with desire.  He raised his head as far as he could and then planted his face firmly in the pie.

 

She giggled and bit her lower lip, feeling his face resting so close to her, so near her perfect chest, so close to something he would never, ever have. The laughter and applause from the girls in the room was nothing short of deafening. 

 

She waited a second for the girls to collect themselves and stepped on his ego one more time to prove her point.  “Again!” the American blonde coaxed him, tugging expertly on his cock.  He raised his pie-splattered head, looked up into her smiling face, and brought his head down again between her chest to more laughter.  She took her hands off of his penis and held his head by his ears, rubbing his face in circles in the pie, nice and slow, until it covered his face completely.  He could feel the warmth of her body so close to him, her scent overpowered the smell of the pie.  He buried his head further, trying to go through the pie to get to her supple, perfect body.  She laughed out loud and took a cheery off of the pie and put it on top of his head, completing his humiliation at her hands.

 

She backed off before he realized it, and he was left, moving his head around in the air, trying desperately to feel her warmth against his pie-face.  A few more pies were thrown at him, crashing against his face and neck, the loser, on the edge of release, was once again frustrated and hung his head.  “God he is so easy to control, did you see what he did to himself?”  “Oh I wish all men were this spineless, where can I find one like him?”  “Yea me too, I want a toy like him!”  He was in Hell, there were so many of these young hotties all around him, but he was literally nothing but a toy for them to use.  He was in heaven, he never wanted it to end.  He knew that he was giving in, and each time he gave in further, he knew he was losing part of himself, crossing a line he could not see.  But the girls were so beautiful and so perfect, he couldn’t say no, even if knew where it was all leading, he couldn’t refuse them.  He just didn’t care any more.

 

“Ok Girls, now that his face is covered so you wont have to look at him, get in your groups, its time for the spitting contest,” Rachel was leading the group along.  The real fun was just beginning.

 

Mai and Natalie approached him from either side and forced his mouth open wide.  Mai inserted a dental gag and spat into his open mouth.  “You keep your head here and don’t move it, or I am getting the super glue!” She held his chin against the table and backed away from him.  Natalie skillfully cleared away his eyes again so he could see each of these beauties, see what they really thought of him, rub it in his face every moment possible that he was literally nothing more than an object to be used.  In two separate lines in front of him were some of the most gorgeous girls he has ever laid eyes on.  And he knew they would all be spitting in his forced open mouth. 

 

“Oahhh ahhhh hoooo” he tried to speak, his mouth stretched open to its limit, his eyes wide with fear, lust, anticipation and desire.

 

“Well, girls, our spittoon sounds ready, Blue team you have 5 minutes, GO!”  They lined up around his face in a semi circle and began spitting on him, aiming to fill up his mouth and make him swallow.  The more he swallows, the more points the girls get.  After a few minutes, the blue team got down to his level and began spitting inches from his face into his mouth, just to make sure they were hitting the target.  He could see these beauties, inches from his face, he wanted to kiss them, to touch them, to be enveloped in them.  He never, ever would.  They were spitting in his mouth, instead. Some of them didn’t even look at him, just treated him like an object.  After spitting on him, they would make a face that showed their true disgust with him. A few of the girls would look into his eyes, holding his gaze, seducing him, and then spitting right in his mouth and then smiling at him again.  His mouth kept filling up and he had to swallow it down, which was difficult with his forced open mouth gag in place. But he would do it, and each time the blue team would count them off… “One!” … “Two”… and after 5 minutes they racked up 15 points. 

 

It was now the white team’s turn.  “Here, take this, it will help,” the American Girl handed out gum to everyone on her team, knowing it would boost their saliva.  After 3 minutes, the white team had already won, 16 swallows and they were still going strong.  One of the girls on the white team spoke up, “Hey since we already won, why don’t we just spit all over this pig’s face, he’s such a disgusting loser, I want to show him what girls like us think of wimps like him.”

 

Without another word, the girls began targeting his ears, his eyes, his hair, his nose, every inch of his face was being covered. “Loser!” one of the girls would shout before spitting on his face.  “Can you believe he is just taking this? God, he must be desperate and pathetic! What girl would ever want to be with him?”  The tall, blonde American Girl stopped spitting on him and began blowing her nose on him, “This is what I think of you, dork! And don’t ever forget it!” huge gobs of phlegm hitting his face.  His state of sexual arousal was at a new level.  He was slowly rubbing his cock against the table, trying desperately to get himself off, unnoticed by the girls, while they degraded him.  He didn’t care if it was their spit, just to be this close to these beautiful, young Goddesses, he would easily endure much more. 

 

Just for kicks, one of the girls on the white team, a young Indian girl, took a spoon from the table and began scooping up all of the snot and spit on his face and then dumped it into his open mouth, scraping the spoon clean on his tongue.  She collected it from his chin, his ears, under his eyes, and graciously, and while giggling with each one, fed him their fluids.  He could not believe what he was seeing, she was too cute to be doing this to him, let alone to be enjoying it.

 

“Here’s another spoonful, loser!  I know you wouldn’t want to miss a single drop!” she spoke in a sing song voice, her cute smile turning into a sneer and an up turned nose after he would swallow it.  “Oh GOD!  How Disgusting!” she leaned over, allowing him to look down her shirt as she spat right down his throat. “Disgusting!  You are Disgusting!  If you were my boyfriend I would cut off your balls!”  He moaned when she said this and all of the girls around him laughed.

 

“Yes, you know it would be the best for everyone involved.” She continued,  “The world doesn’t have to worry about your genes polluting society.  Women like me don’t have to get sick thinking of your offspring.  And you would no longer be tormented, realizing once and for all that you are not a man!”

 

“Aww well I don’t know, maybe we could just give him a vasectomy.  That way he wouldn’t be able to procreate, but he still would get sexually aroused.  We need him aroused, so that way we can easily control him.  It’s his own sexual overdrive which we manipulate against him to mold him how we want him.  His maddening lust and desire for us brings about his submission.”

 

He couldn’t believe these girls knew so much at eighteen.  It was as though they inherently understood how to control guys like him.  He felt one of them pinch his nose shut and he instinctively swallowed again. 

 

“Time’s up, its all tied going into the final game!” He felt the room spinning again, they loosened his legs and spun him onto his back.  The hospital curtain divided his upper and lower body.  Five girls were around his head, it was the white team, while the other team was on the other side of the curtain, around his lower half.  The team at his lower end would try to make him orgasm, while the team at his face would do everything to make him stop.  They would have to switch every 5 minutes until one of the teams made him orgasm.

 

“Ok, each round will last 5 minutes, the first team to milk this pathetic cash cow dry wins.  Go!”

 

The blue team did their best, but it was the white team which carried the day.  After about 20 minutes, the American Girl knew exactly what to do to win. 

 

“Instead of touching his cock, lets just poke it and laugh and point at it and tell him what we really think of him.  I know losers like this one, the more we humiliate and degrade him, the more aroused he gets.  This masturbator probably jerks off multiple times a day, if we are going to win, we need to rub it in his face what a loser we really think he is.  Then it will be like taking candy from a baby.  If he thinks we are TRYING to get him off, his backwards working brain wont let him orgasm, he needs to be humiliated, not encouraged, in order to cum.”

 

The blue team was slapping his face and spitting on him while the white team changed their tactics and only touched him minimally, to inspect, prod, poke, or humiliate him in some way.  He could hear them clearly now.

 

“Oh god, look at him, does he really think he could ever be with girls like us?”

 

“Hey Stephanie, take out your hair pin, lets skewer one of his balls, he wont ever be needing them,”

 

“I bet when he was in college the girls used him for homework and his lunch money!”

 

He felt one of the girls lift up his penis and hold it out. “Look, he’s getting hard and we aren’t even doing anything to him!  I wonder if he always gets hard when a roomful of women are treating him like a sucker, using him like the loser he is!”

 

“Oh you saw him before, humping the table like dog, I bet if he could he would hump our legs! Disgusting, pre-cum leaking foul fucker!” Slap! Someone had given his testicles a healthy slap, and he yelped.

 

“Yea he really is a dog, you know, I think I have some doggie treats in my purse, next time we are at his face, lets make him eat them!”

 

“That’s too good for him, how about we piss down his throat, he doesn’t even deserve dog food.”

 

“Oh that’s a great idea! Let me go get a hot dog bun, if he is drinking your piss, then I am going to feed him a shit-sandwich.”

 

“OMG, you mean like we did to that geek on your hall?  I couldn’t believe he ate the whole thing!”

 

“Oh yes and this one is gonna finish it too, and wash it down with your pee! Aren’t you Toiletboy!”

 

They all let out a burst of laughter, oh this was much better than touching his thingy, and it was working too. He was becoming more turned on with everything they were saying.

 

The blue team still hadn’t caught on.  They were only making him more aroused by spitting on him, pulling his hair, and slapping his face. 

 

“No Loser, you are not allowed to get hard, stop it, make that go down, you don’t deserve to be hard near us, that’s a sign of disrespect!  I swear to god, you had better get soft or we are going to slap your face harder,” he saw stars as one of the girls backhanded him.

 

“All dressed as schoolgirls,” he thought to himself, “I am being beaten and abused by 18 year-old schoolgirls.”  He closed his eyes and concentrated on what the girls were saying as he was continually beaten.  He was in another world.

 

“Oh no, I am not touching his cock anymore.  I don’t touch losers, I don’t care if we win or lose, I shouldn’t have to touch something so filthy.  I bet this pervert jerks off 5 times a day, disgusting!”

 

“Yea me either, I wouldn’t touch him with your hands!”

 

“Neither would I, but I swear to god if I ever see this geekboy on campus I am going to kick him as hard as I can, right in the balls!”

 

“Oh God me too!  I will hold him down while you do it!”

 

“Poke him in the balls again, I like seeing him jump!”

 

One of the pledges came back with a plate. “Hey girls, I got the hot dog buns, anyone want to fill them with me?

 

Oh God, they were going to make him eat a shit sandwich.  No, he could not, he wouldn’t, oh god.  He was getting harder, making noises, unable to stop himself now.  The blue team tried slapping his face and screaming at him.  That only made it worse, he loved seeing them around his face, every where he looked, slapping him, laughing at him, talking down to him.  They might as well have been speaking in Arabic, he couldn’t understand a word.

 

“Ungh” he grunted as one of the girls on the white team took a drop of pre-cum and spread it smoothly over the head of his cock.

 

“Look how excited he has gotten, I think it was the sandwich that did it.  Even if he cums right now I say we walk around and stuff it in his face!  Force it right down his geek-throat”  He grunted again, an unintelligible sound which signaled he was at the edge.

 

“There you go loser, let it out, let yourself go, you know you have no control over yourself anymore.  Give it to us now,” the American girl trailed off and then began milking him in long, forward strokes.  He made more sounds, his mouth agape and drooling. He came like a geyser, shooting up onto the divider, spraying it with white gobs of victory. He felt as though he had won.  His head was wobbly, he felt drunk, exposed, degraded, exploited, but he didn’t care, he was already getting hard again.  Vaguely, somewhere off in another world, he could hear the girls cheer with triumph.  He began to fade to black.

 

“Enough fun for you, dork!” he heard Natalie say before he gasped out in shock.  She had put a zip-lock bag full of ice on his swelling cock and was pressing on it firmly, with her other hand holding his chastity device, showing it to him and smiling.  “Did you have fun?  I sure did, and I am about to have a lot more fun!” she took the ice pack off his genitals and laid it on his stomach, he jumped from the sudden chill.  “My boyfriend is almost here, and after he is done fucking me,” he could feel her hands now rooting around his genitals, slipping the ring over his glands, and aligning the cage with the padlock, “he is going to fuck me again, and again and again” *CLICK* he heard the lock on the chastity belt snap close and he whimpered in frustration.  “He is going to pump me full of his sperm, gallons of it, and once he leaves, then I can give you your rightfully earned breakfast!  You have earned a mouthful of his jizz!  Tomorrow you will taste what a real man spits out, tomorrow you will learn what it is like to be a cuckold.  Yes Mai’s boyfriend is coming over too.  And Lara’s boyfriend… and Rachel’s… the pledges have to go home now, but you are staying here, clean up boy, and we are going to make sure you have a nice belly full of warm cum!  You will get used to it, don’t worry, it doesn’t make you gay, it just makes you a cuckold.  A sperm swallowing loser!  You are not hot enough to be gay anyway!  Now open up!”

 

Before he could think, he obeyed, and she took a spoon, covered in his mess and forced him to swallow himself.  He was gagging but he had no where to go.  Natalie scraped it off the divider, off of his chest, every last drop was going back into his mouth.  Her black dress hid nothing.  Her hair was pulled back tight into a severe ponytail, blonde and shimmering.  Her breasts filled out her dress to perfect proportions.  He could never help himself, he was literally helpless to resist her.  He leaned as far forward as his restraints would allow, doing his best to see more of her body, more of her cleavage.

 

“Oh you really are eager to recycle, aren’t you? “ she smiled down to him as another spoonful filled his mouth.  “So greedy, aren’t you!  Mmmm that’s it, swallow it all down, there’s a lot more where this came from.  Or maybe you are looking for that sandwich the pledges were going to feed you?  Oh yes, I could tell that made you harder, I was watching you, loser, noting every thing that made you aroused!  Oh yes I did and I am going to use it all against you!  I am going to use your desires to break you!”  Her eyes flashed and her chest heaved with the excitement she felt at taking this man and turning him into her plaything.  He was trying to talk, gurgling with the mouthful of sperm.  It splashed out over his face and down his chin.  Natalie caught each drop on her gloved fingers and forced him to suck each one clean while she spoke down to him.

 

“Remember when you used to fight us?  Look at you, its only been 3 days and already you are nearly broken!  Oh I wish you could see yourself!  Do you think you will ever be free of us?  Don’t you get it?  Its going to be years and years and years before we ever think of letting you free again.  Most men I know would risk being exposed, they would never put themselves through all this.  See, you really aren’t a man, you will never be a man.  Men don’t let girls walk all over them, you spineless imp!  What girl is ever going to want you after this?”  Mai walked over, holding a plate, with the top of a hotdog bun clearly visible.

 

“Is he ready for his dinner?” she asked, laughing so hard she almost dropped the plate.

 

His eyes grew wide and he shook his head back and forth as fast and hard as he could.  He would not do it, He would never do that, ever, no way.

 

“Why don’t we save that and keep it for a day, not too far in the future.  Maybe that beautiful blonde can come back over and feed him each bite, each mouthful, hmm?  Would you like that?  Don’t shake your head!  Don’t you realize how much we have on you now?  If you disobey us just once, we will happily ruin your life!  What do you think your father would say if he saw you now, tied up and fucked over by a room full of girls!  Girls!  God, you are a hopeless pathetic excuse for a man!  Did you really think we ever wanted you?  You are too short, too old, too out of shape, and just too disgusting to even consider, you are lucky we abuse you! And if we want to feed you this shit-sandwich then you are going to eat every last bit of it!”

 

Natalie held out another spoonful of his sperm,  “Open up, that’s it, yummm, still warm and goey.  Are you getting used to the taste yet?  Hmmm?” she laughed, “oh don’t worry, by tomorrow morning you will be.  It will fill your mouth and come out your ears and nose, like it or not, you are going to be our cumdrinker, our cumdumpster.  Take it, loser!  Swallow faster, my boyfriend’s load is 10 times bigger than yours, swallow it all down, now!”

 

She watched as his lips closed around the spoon and she gleefully slid it out of his mouth, clean as a whistle.  She could see his face, twisted and horrible, as he swallowed his own mess.  She loved feeding it to him, nice and slow, especially right after he came, she knew that’s when he would have the most resistance.  Breaking him at this point was very important if she were to reprogram him properly.

 

Mai took away his dinner and covered it before putting it in the freezer.  She couldn’t wait to finish him off, but knew Natalie was right, he needed just a little more work and then he would be utterly destroyed, crushed under their girly charms, forever indebted to them, and never, ever able to escape.

 

She walked out of the kitchen and back to the medical room.  Natalie was busy tying the loser down tighter on the table, humming the song “Beautiful Loser.”  Mai walked slowly back into the dining room, wheeling a huge, green, enema bag, complete with tubes and plugs.

 

He saw her out of the corner of his eye and was too shocked to say anything.  They couldn’t do this to him!

 

Still humming, Natalie walked behind Mai and removed her thong.  She walked over to the slack-jawed and wide-eyed loser and stuffed it in his mouth, using an extra piece of rope to hold it in.

 

“Good boy, now its time for your punishment,” Natalie smiled and tweaked his nose.  “Yes I know you were good during our party, but you still have a long way to go to repay us for your filthy, disgusting, masturbatory sessions.  This enema will surely help you atone for some of your transgressions, and don’t think for a second that we will show you any mercy!  Mai, would you be a sweetheart and give this loser what he deserves…”

 

Natalie lowered her chest over his face and began playing with his chastity belt with her long fingers.  He was hard but caged, he was bound and gagged, and now, as he felt Mai slide the long tube into his ass, he was once again crying.  He didn’t make a sound, just let the tears flow out of his eyes, Natalie’s chest resting on his nose and chin, as the extra hot mixture was being emptied inside him.  As the flow began, the girls laughed and left him to suffer.  They pulled the room divider around him again, and as he lay suffering, he heard the boyfriends of the girls arrive, the music got louder, and as he laid there sweating and cramping, he could almost hear Natalie and Mai enjoying their boyfriends the way they said they would.  He knew his breakfast would be coming sooner than he wished, but he also knew, he did not want to be anywhere else in the world.

 

END Natalie Part 6